Oh you were so sick of it. The constant bullying and bickering between you two wore you out to the max. You just wanted to have a healthy good friendship with Vinny like you had with Chris, Ricky and the others. As their stage tech, you were with them basically 24/7 sleeping in the same bunk-corner in the bus as them, always at their side.
You loved the life on Tour. However, for some reason Vinny seemed to randomly have decided to hate you and make your life a hell on earth.
Right now you were setting up the mics on his drums before tonights Show as they slowly showed up for soundcheck. Vinny shooed you from your spot knelt at the bass drum. "Move, bitch!" He demanded in that monotone voice. You got up, rolled your eyes and stared at him with furrowed brows. "Next time you set up your drums all by yourself." You gave him a sugar sweet fake smile and walked past him.
~right before show~
"Chris... cant you tell Vinny to be nicer? He is such an ass but I still set up his drums and mics. It sucks." You talk to Chris as he has you trapped in a pre-show-hug. "...because you liiiike him" He grinned down at you to which you shoot him a death glare. "Yeah no but jokes aside, I already did. Multiple times. You know what... if he Acts up again, turn his mics off during show for his drumsolo. It's just warmup shows this week anyways."
I blink at him. "Bu- I dont wanna ruin your guys show." You interject. "Only for his Solo. It's fine with us, I promise." You nod with a half smile. "Ok, now have fun up at the show!" He walks out on stage. Shortly after, Vinny follows, purposely bumping into you on his way out, making your phone fall out of your hand. What an asshole.
That was all you needed. You listened to the concert and vibes to the Songs until the one with his solo came up. Right before he started playing, you pulled the plug. He looked confused as he was barely heard. His eyes met yours in confusion and frustration. You just lifted your eyebrows like *Karma's a bitch* and wave with the lose cable in hand. His mimic showed he was now furious but kept playing anyways. After the song was done, you plugged the cable back in so they could finish their setlist.
~ after show~
You watched as they bowed and then all left stage one by one. Once Vinny was out of sight for the audiences, he strode right towards you, pushing you by your shoulders. "YOU RUINED MY MOMENT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OUT THERE, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!" He asked you as he pulled you along with him. "PAYBACK!" You spat back at him. "Payback for you ignoring me, insulting me, EVEN THO I ALWAYS SET UP YOUR STUFF and I never even did anything to you so whats your problem?!" He now had you right in front of his changing room, his mind seemed to have brought him here by itself. "But cutting off the power?! WHAT ON EARTH MADE YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE AN OKAY THING TO DO?!" He had you pinned to the wall next to his door by your neck by now. Wow, he was furious.
You screamed at your mind to shut up: NOW was definitely not the time to think about how close you two were or the physical position you were in. Besides, he was such an asshole, why did you even like him? Oh right. Because you're an idiot.
Your breathing must have quickened because he noticed and now loosened his grip and raised an eyebrow. He visibly fought the smirk threatening to creep along his lips. "You into this shit? Do I make you nervous? Does THIS turn you on? Filthy slut!" He tightened his hold on your neck to emphasize what he meant by 'THIS'. You swallowed and tried to catch your breathing, hating the way you exposed yourself. "I Asked you something!" You could just not. "Oh?" He tilted his head. "Who thought the whiny bitch liked it rough and filthy?" He pulled you off the wall, his grip on you not loosening as he entered his changing room and pushed you in.
"Think you can be my dirty little bitch? Wanna do that for me?" You think. Then you nod. "Cat got your tongue? What happened to the bark and the attitude from the show, huh?" "I- I..." he rolled his eyes and huffed out air through his nose "Fuck? Yes or no?". You were taken aback by his bluntness. "Y-yes" He nodded and forcefully pushed you back onto the couch in the room. "Good. Now shut your mouth before I fuck it." (Hehe see that? Also note how he stil still asks for consent, even when in rage? Very mindful, very demure.)
His hands explored under your shirt as his lips captured yours in a heated, lustful kiss. It was all teeth and tongue but you enjoyed everything he gave you. You hated that this was what you craved and the way your body reacted. You lifted your arms to help him get your miw shirt off of you. One hand on your back, he swiftly unclasped your bra - impressive.
In the matter of minutes you were both stripped naked, his form hovering above you. Honestly, your mind was already far gone with one of his hands squeezing your neck every so often and the other pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm and you felt your climax approaching. Shortly before he stopped and pulled his fingers from you. "That's for that stunt pack at the show, slut!"
He brought his hand up to lightly slap your face, making you gasp. Using that moment, he spit into your mouth. "Swallow." He growled before pushing into you without warning. He then set a brutal pace, not even waiting for you to adjust.
His hands on your neck and hips would surely leave bruises, just like the aggressive bites and hickeys he was leaving all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones but you didn't care. "You learning your lesson? Not to shut off the power and embarass me?" He asked between thrusts. "I wouldn't have if you weren't such an asshole all the time! I never did anything to you, yet you just decided to be a pain in my ass, you bitch!" You spat back, feeling your orgasm creeping back up again, surpressing another moan. "Oh and who is the bitch now huh? Who is getting their brains fucked out right now? Listen here, bitch. I can do whatever I want and I do that for reasons that you don't understand. So you better be quiet, alright?" You didn't know what he meant by that but your thoughts were cut off by him hitting your sweet spot and pushing you over the edge. It was extacy as he kept hitting that spot over and over again. You screamed his name as you felt him cum into you but his hand roughly over your mouth muffled it.
He pulled out. "Look at you, all worn out. My little hatefuck."
He smiled down at you darkly as he collected his clothes and left for the attached bathroom, leaving you lying naked, exposed and exhausted on the couch.
When he came back out, you leaned up on your elbows. "Why do you treat me the way you do? Why are you such an asshole towards me but not the others?" He shrugged nonchalantly, so you continued speaking "Because if im really honest" 'Oh fuck it, we already fucked', you thought. I like you. A lot. And I enjoyed this. Really. But since you hate me and this was just a hatefuck-"
"Honestly?" He interrupted you "Shitty way to deal with my feelings, I know, but when you showed no interest, I started to push you from me to kinda deal with my feelings alone... " he admitted, still looking a little pissed at his own confession.
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Thats it my friends. This idea just wouldn't leave my head for the last 3-4 days so I had to get that out. Thank you
Also it you couldn't tell already, it came from MIWs song 'Hatefuck', specifically the "my little hatefuck" line.
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FanfictionAm I writing this because I had like one idea for one oneshot? Yes. Am I probably gonna forget about this book at some point? Probably. Do I love ghost? HELL YEAH! Hotel? Trivago. Did I really just bring that joke? Yes, deal with it.
