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“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx

Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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