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You didn't even notice when it started.
At first, it was just quiet comparisons. A score on a test, a grade on a project, who the professor complimented in class. Andrew Graves was just... there - another student who somehow always ended up near your level, whether it was literature or gym class.
You weren't looking for a fight. you were just unconsciously doing your best to overcome him, seeing that your notes were always on the verge of surpassing the other's.
You had nothing against Andrew, you just wanted to get to the top.
You didn't even talk. You didn't need to.
Until you did.
And when you did, it was like everything fell apart. He had a way of saying things that made your blood boil - too calm, too sure, too condescending for someone who clearly wasn't perfect.
And that weird possessive girl always clinging to him? Ashley. His sister, apparently. Her eyes had a way of tracking you like you were prey.
You called her out once. Told him straight up that something about that girl was wrong, and the way she glared at you and other girls whenever they got close to him? Not normal.
He didn't take it well.
He said something about you projecting, about how." Maybe you were jealous because your siblings couldn't stand you, if you had any." From that moment on, it wasn't just quiet competition anymore.
It was war.
Presentations became battlegrounds. Class discussions turned into backhanded sparring. Even showing up earlier than the other to an exam became a statement.
And still, for some reason... it was kind of addictive.
...
"Are you seriously going?" Ashley asked, perched on the edge of Andrew's desk, arms crossed. Her nails tapped against her sleeve - annoyed, nervous, something in between.
Andrew adjusted his hoodie in the mirror, not really looking at her. "It's just a party."
"She's going to be there," she said like it was obvious.
Andrew didn't answer at first.
Ashley scoffed. "You don't see it? She's obsessed with you."
His reflection paused. "What?"
"She fights you on everything, gets up in your face in class, always trying to beat you - duh, Andrew. She's obviously into you."
"I don't think it's like that."
Ashley blinked, stunned by the pushback. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Andrew Sighed, turning around. "I mean... I don't think she likes me. I think she hates me. And I'm pretty sure I hate her too. It's not that deep.
Ashley's lips curled into something sour. "So you're defending her now?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. I'm just saying, she's not into me. And I don't give a damn if she is or not. She doesn't like me, I don't like her. End of story."
Ashley didn't move from the edge of his desk. She just sat there, legs crossed, staring at him with that same expression she always wore when she was about to say something that would piss him off.
"Still sounds like someone's on your mind a lot."
Andrew threw a jacket over his shoulder. "You're insane."
She shrugged. "Maybe. But if she really hated you, she wouldn't waste so much energy fighting you on every little thing."
"She just doesn't like me. That's it."
Ashley's eyes narrowed, her smile twitching as she slid off the desk slowly, walking toward the door like she was finished, but paused at the frame.
"Guess we'll see tonight, won't we?" She said over her shoulder.
"What?"
She gave him that trademark grin - sweet, but with sharp teeth. "I'm coming too."
Andrew exhaled through his nose. "Why?"
"Because I want to see if my big brother's as good at pretending as he thinks he is."
And with that, she put her jacket on, ready to leave with him.
...
You weren't there for anything deep. It was a party. You came to blow off steam, maybe dance a little, and drink.
You took off your sweater, burning only with your strapless shirt and followed your friends toward the kitchen-slash-bar area.
And, well, you didn't even see him at first. But you definitely saw her.
Ashley, sitting on the counter like the place belonged to her, legs crossed, dressed like she was waiting to be photographed. Her gaze locked with yours for a second too long - just long enough to recognize each other.
Your stomach sank a little, and then he turned to you.
Fucking Andrew.
Your jaw clenched.
Of course they'd be here.
You were mid-turn, ready to walk right past like they didn't exist, when you heard it. "Oh"
You turned, already rolling your eyes. "Don't."
He stepped forward, drink in hand, that usual half-smirk plastered on his face. "Didn't know you were allowed to get out of your house."
You scoffed. "Bold talk from a background character."
"Aw," he drew. "Still trying to get the last word, huh?"
"I always get the last word," you snapped, taking a sip of your drink. "Anyway, I'd need to lower my standards just to insult you properly."
He stepped closer, eyes locked on yours, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Funny, coming from someone who keeps trying to beat me at everything. Starting to think you're obsessed."
"Obsessed? With you? Don't flatter yourself. I just like watching you lose. It suits you." You looked him up and down slowly and he smiled wider, the kind of grin that meant trouble. "Wanna make it official then?"
Your brow raised. "What, like a certificate?" He grabbed two shot glasses from the counter behind him, poured. "Shot for shot. Whoever taps out first admits the other's better at everything."
You blinked. "You can't even handle your ego, let alone vodka."
"Scared?" He teased, handing you a glass. You snatched it without breaking eye contact.
"Let's see if you can back that mouth up, bitch."
You raised the shot glass with a smirk, clinking it hard against his. "To watching you fail," you said sweetly, before knocking it back in one go.
Andrew didn't hesitate. Downed his shot with the same ease, tongue running across his lower lip as he stared you down. "Round two?" He said.
"Obviously," you replied, already reaching for the bottle.
Two shots became three.
Then four.
You didn't even flinch. Neither did he. But the air between you was shifting. Every time he leaned in to pour, your shoulders brushed. Every time you slammed your glass down, his fingers hovered too close. You swore he was doing it on purpose.
The fifth shot burned a little more than the last, but there was no way in hell you were backing down. Andrew didn't look much better, eyes a little glassy, jaw tense.
You slammed your empty glass on the table.
"Still standing," you muttered, licking the taste of tequila off your lip. He mirrored you, dragging his sleeve across his mouth with that stupid little smirk.
"Barely," he said. "You look like you're about to collapse."
You scoffed, taking a slow step forward. "You're full of shit."
"Right back at you."
You were close now. Close enough that you could smell the alcohol on his breath and feel the heat radiating off him. Your shoulders brushed again - but this time, no one moved.
"You know," you said, swaying just slightly but holding his gaze, "You're lucky this wasn't about pulling people, because I'd be thousands ahead of you."
Andrew raised a brow. "You really think that?"
"I know that."
He tilted his head, smile lazy. "With that attitude? Yeah, sure. Bet they're lining up."
"Better than being some emotionally constipated mama's boy with a superiority complex."
That made his smile crack. "Yeah? Well I bet you've never made anyone cum in your life."
You stared at him. "Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying," he said, hands gesturing only.
You blinked and then laughed, remembering all the experiences you had all over your life. "I bet I could make you cum so hard you'd have to admit I'm better at everything."
Andrew let out a short, sharp laugh. "You?"
"Yeah. Me." You stepped forward again. "And then I'd leave, and you'd have to live with it."
He grinned wide, eyes narrowing. "You're delusional."
"Wanna try?" You didn't say it sweet or playful. You were mad, and that was a challenge.
Andrew's eyes darkened. "You're on."
He grabbed your wrist, pulling you through the crowd of bodies, ignoring the protests of your friends. They probably thought you were just playing along, but the electricity crackling between the two of you was something else entirely.
You could even notice Ahsley's gaze stuck on your neck, but you couldn't care less.
Andrew's grip was surprisingly firm as he led you through the crowded party. The room was a blur of lights and bodies, but he had a destination in mind - his own car.
You stumbled a bit when you hit the cool night air, hearing the music fading behind you, but he didn't hesitate opening the back door, pushing you in with a smirk that made your stomach twist in a way that was both infuriating and oddly thrilling.
Andrew slammed the door shut and leaned over you, while pushing the front seat so you had more space in there. "Well then, show me what you got"
You didn't need any more encouragement. Anger boiled in your veins, turning into something hot and primal as you grabbed the neck of his hoodie and crashed your mouth onto his, all the while your hand slid down his body to his belt buckle, playing with it in a way that was definitely not innocent.
The kiss was furious, with tour teeth clashing and tongues dueling, like a silent battle of dominance in the confined space of his car. His hands found their way to your hair, pulling you closer, and his mouth moved against yours in a way that was as possessive as it was desperate.
But then, you broke it off. Just for a second. Long enough to look him dead in the eyes, and then move your hand down his body, not stopping at his waist but going lower.
You grabbed his belt buckle and pulled, using your teeth to unzip his fly with surprising finesse. The sound was almost obscene in the quiet of the car, a stark contrast to the muffled party sounds outside. Andrew's eyes widened when you looked up at him, letting him see your eyes trough your glasses, but instead of breaking the tension, it only fueled the fire.
You slid your hand into his pants, palming his erection through his boxers. It was hot and firm, and it made you smirk to know that you had that effect on him - that despite his arrogance, you could make him react like this.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" You murmured, stroking him lightly.
Andrew's smirk twitched. "Fuck You"
Your hand tightened around him, thumb teasing the head of his cock. You felt him swell in your grip. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me" you laughed while tying your hair in an improvised ponytail with your hand and bowing your head towards his cock, leaving a kiss on the tip. "I'll make you regret every word you've ever said, asshole."
"I'd like to see you t-" His words were cut off by your mouth being filled with his hot, hard length. You took him in, the taste of him surprisingly sweet against your tongue as you fought against the urge to gag.
You could feel his hand grabbing your hair, helping you with the ponytail, and his grip tightened as you swallowed around him. You weren't going to let him win. You weren't going to let him have this without giving everything you had. You didn't even deign to stop looking at him as you moved your head from top to bottom, sucking all the length of his dick.
You noticed how he tried to stop from gasping, panting or letting go of a groan. He looked at you like it was unpleasant, and it made you want to make him scream your name. You took it as a challenge, going deeper, taking more of him in, and using your tongue to swirl around his tip every time you pulled back. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched. You smirked around his cock, feeling the power in every stroke.
For a moment, you took him out of your mouth, causing his cock to rub against your cheek and push your glasses up, taking out a sigh from you. Carefully, you took them and put them on Andrew, thinking it was a better option than putting it over your hair, which was constantly being pulled by him.
You didn't even stop to see his reaction and just continued licking all over its base, followed by wet kisses until you put it back in your mouth. This time you weren't careful at all, pushing him to the bottom of your throat.
"Is that all you got?" You heard him, even though his words trembled a little.
"You've got something better to offer, huh?" You asked back, looking directly at him. Though he sounded confident, his cheeks were flushed, and you could see his eyes fighting to stay open trough your glasses.
Andrew didn't even answer, he pushed you down onto the seat, making you feel the cold glass of the window pressing against the back of your head. His hands found their way under your shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose your bra.
That's when he started kissing your neck while unbottoning it so his mouth could reach your collarbones and then your breasts, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down your cunt. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks before his mouth followed, sucking and nibbling through the lace.
You tried to hold back the moan that bubbled up, biting one of your fingers as you felt his hands slid down to your thighs. He noticed that, so his thumbs started playing with the hem of your skirt, inching it up as he kissed his way down. You bit your lip, telling yourself that it wasn't fair, that you weren't going to let this feel good.
But as he reached the low part of your abdomen, his kisses grew more insistent, his hands squeezing your thighs just enough to make you aware of his strength. You felt the beginning of a tingling that was spreading outwards from where he was touching you, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you weren't going to be able to keep this up forever.
He slid your skirt up to your waist, his hands moving to your panties, feeling the wetness that had soaked through. "So, you do like me," he murmured against your skin, using a finger to trace the line of your panties before sliding it under the fabric.
You gritted your teeth as his fingertip grazed your clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through you. "Dickhead-" you hissed, but your voice was breathy, giving away the lie. You didn't want to admit it, but his touch was doing things to you.
Andrew chuckled darkly and slid your panties aside, pushing two fingers inside you without warning, and you couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped your lips. You felt your body tighten around him, betraying your hate. He began to pump them in and out, his thumb circling your clit in a rhythm that was surprisingly good, considering the animosity between you.
You looked at him, smiling at you still with your glasses on "You think you're winning?" You challenged, trying to keep your voice steady as he worked your body with a skill that was surprisingly masterful for someone you hated so much.
"Oh, yeah, wait. Just let me-" And before he finished his snarky remark, Andrew had your glasses up his head and his mouth was between your thighs, his tongue pressing against the wet fabric of your panties and his hands pushing them aside. The suddenness of it made your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat. You weren't expecting this - the raw hunger in his gaze, the way his mouth looked as it hovered over your most intimate part.
The first touch of his tongue was like lightning. You jolted upwards, the sensation so intense you couldn't help but curse, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He licked you, long, slow strokes that had your toes curling into the car's floor mats. He was relentless, his tongue delving into your folds and his hands holding your thighs in place as you squirmed, trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was building inside you.
You felt one of your legs being lifted, and then it was over his shoulder, his grip tight, and suddenly, you were exposed to him in a way that made you feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. The angle was new, and with every thrust of his tongue, he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. You grabbed the seat, knuckles turning white as he devoured you, his mouth sucking and biting at your clit, his fingers pumping into you in time with his tongue.
"Why the fuck is he so good at this?" You thought to yourself, trying to hold onto the last shreds of your dignity as the pleasure grew and grew, threatening to overwhelm you. You had to admit, his mouth was magic, turning you into a quivering mess with every flick of his tongue.
But you weren't going to lose. You weren't going to be the one to break first. You reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him away from your clit with a wet pop. He smirked up at you, smug, but you weren't done yet. "Sit back"
"Huh? Are you giving me orders now?" He teased and you pushed him against he window at his side. "I said, sit back".
He could've continued eating you out if he wanted, but he didn't put resistance over you. He simply chuckled.
Andrew leaned back, your hand going to his cock, stroking it slow, and sure, your eyes never leaving his. The sight was hypnotizing - your hand wrapped around his length, moving in a way that had your own wetness coating your thighs. "This'll be the best thing you've ever felt," you murmured, positioning yourself over him, your pussy hovering just above his cock.
You felt his hand grip your hip, but it was more of a plea than a demand. You slammed down, taking him all in one go, and his groan was like sweet victory. The car rocked with your movement, a rhythm that matched the thumping bass of the party outside. You rode him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with his ragged breathing. Every time you looked down at him, his eyes were glazed with lust, his jaw tight with the effort to not give in to the pleasure.
"You like that?" You whispered, a smug grin playing on your lips as you watched his face contort with pleasure. "Thought so." Andrew's grip tightened on your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin as you continued to move, your laughter turning into gasps as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you over and over again.
You leaned back slightly, placing one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself, while the other slid down to his knee. Using the leverage, you started to bounce up and down, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. The hand on his knee was almost a taunt - a reminder that you were in control, that you were the one making him feel this good.
Andrew's eyes were on your chest, his gaze riveted to your bouncing breasts. The fog on the windows grew denser with each breath you took, each movement that brought you closer to the edge. You watched him through hooded eyes, the glasses slipping down his nose slightly with every thrust. It was a ridiculous sight, but he also looked hot with them on.
And you inmediately knew it was over when you thought that to yourself.
Andrew grabbed you, lifting your hips up in one swift movement. You gasped, feeling the sudden emptiness, but before you could even start to protest, he was pushing back inside of you, hard and deep. Your breath hitched, eyes wide with shock.
He didn't give you any time to adjust. He just started moving, his hips slamming into yours with a force that was almost brutal. Each thrust sent a jolt through your body, and you had to hold onto the headrest to keep from being thrown back onto the window. You felt the car's suspension groan under the force of your movements, the windows fogging up so completely that it was like you were in your own little world of lust and spite.
"Fuck" you said out loud, still trying to contain a moan, but you couldn't take it anymore and it seemed to be the same for him "Fuck, Andrew!"
He went harder. Lifting you up with his powerful arms and slamming his hips up to meet yours, filling you up with every inch of his cock. The speed was dizzying, his movements so forceful it was like you were riding a wild beast. You could feel your breasts bouncing with the impact and the friction of your bodies setting your skin on fire.
You couldn't muffle your moans anymore, and you were whimpering and moaning loudly. You didn't even care if someone out there could listen to you. Andrew did the same, his own sounds of pleasure mixing with yours, creating a symphony of hate-filled desire that filled the car.
Andrew's hands gripped your ass, squeezing it tightly as he used your body for leverage, pushing up into you with a ferocity that was both punishing and exhilarating. The head of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through you that you hadn't even known were possible. He wasn't being gentle at all, and you liked it.
You threw your head back, arching your back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Harder," you gasped, your voice hoarse with passion. "Harder, goddamnit!"
And he did. He went harder, faster, deeper. His thrusts were punishing, but you took them, begging for more. The anger between you was palpable, thickening the air, turning your hate into something else entirely.
"Damn-" He growled, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed into you, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back. You felt yourself tightening around him, the orgasm building, the tension between your legs becoming unbearable. "I can't-"
Andrew's eyes narrowed. "You can do better than that," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.
You smirked. "Oh, really?" You leaned in, your breasts brushing against his chest, and panted "I thought this was a competition, but now you want me to last longer." Andrew's response was a grunt, his hips moving with a fierce urgency that seemed to defy his need to maintain his cool exterior. His grip on your ass tightened, and his thrusts became more erratic as he approached his own climax.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, resting his chin on your shoulder "So...tight. y/n-"
That made it for you.
You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling him swell inside you. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, you felt Andrew's cock pulse as he emptied himself into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he let out a low groan, followed by your own orgasm, which ripped through your body like a tornado, leaving you trembling and breathless.
For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged gasps and the muffled thump of the bass from the party outside. The car was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, and you could feel Andrew's heart pounding against your chest as he held you there, buried deep inside you.
You didn't move, just stayed there, feeling him pulse within you as the aftershocks of your shared climax slowly faded away. His grip on your hips loosened, and he leaned his head against the window while he rested his arm on his forehead, with his breathing heavy and labored.
You smirked in victory. You had done it. You had beaten him at his own game, had him at your mercy, had made him moan your name. But... he did too.
Instead of feeling triumphant, all you felt was... empty. The high of the competition had dissipated, leaving only the sticky mess of reality behind.
Andrew pulled out of you gently, and you slumped back into the seat, your legs still trembling slightly. He took off your glasses and handed them to you, his eyes a mix of confusion and something else you couldn't quite place. "I guess we're even now," he murmured, his voice still gruff from the exertion.
You took them from him, noticing that they were a little foggy from the heat between you. "Looks like it," you said, sliding them back on and trying to regain some semblance of composure. Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, like it belonged to someone else entirely.
You smirked, feeling the ache between your legs and the stickiness that was a testament to your shared release. You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "I..." you sighed, still unsure about what you wanted to say.
"What?" he prompted, his own voice strained, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
You took a deep breath, the air in the car thick with the scent of sex and sweat. "I don't know," you finally admitted, looking away from him. "It's just- geez, I don't think I've ever got eaten out like this in my life."
Andrew chuckled, the sound low and surprisingly affectionate. "I don't think I ever did it like this, either. Anyway, I could say the same about you, you're... really good"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Don't you start-"
But you couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up from your chest, cutting him off mid-sentence. It was a full-bodied, unrestrained laugh that echoed through the car, bouncing off the foggy windows and making the tension in the air pop like a pinprick in a balloon. Andrew's eyes widened in surprise before a smirk tugged at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he chuckled too.
"What's so funny?" He asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips, the situation feeling suddenly surreal. "It's just... we fucking hate each other, and here we are, fucking eachother."
"That joke was lame."
"Seeing your face as you tried to contain a moan was lamer, idiot"
That made him laugh out loud, and suddenly, the tension between you didn't feel so heavy anymore. It was like you'd reached a strange understanding through your battle of wills and bodies. You both sat there for a moment, catching your breaths, the quiet between you feeling almost comfortable.
"So," Andrew said, still smiling a bit. "What now?"
"Maybe we should go back to the party. My friends and your sister are probably looking for us."
"Oh, right, Ashley! Fuck, I forgot about her."
Andrew's smile faded a bit at the mention of his sister, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. It was clear that she wasn't going to like what had just transpired between the two of you.
"Is she going to kill me?"
Your question brought reality crashing back down around both of you. You looked over at him, his smile now a smirk. "Probably," he said, "But she won't if she doesn't find out"
"We keeping this a secret, huh?"
Andrew's smirk grew, and his eyes glinted with a challenge. "Yes if you want this to be something. What do you say?"
You tilted your head, considering.
He was a fucking asshole, and he annoyed you, yeah.
But he turned you on in a way that no one else had ever managed to. So, with a smirk of your own, you leaned in closer, opening the door to get out while looking at him.
"Hell yeah. This'll be our secret."