That piece of gay shit.

How could you have fallen in love with such a stupid, infuriating, emotionless fucking black haired boy? What was it about him that was so fascinating? How was he so unbearable yet so goddamn attractive at the same time?

You walked back to your room, fuming, trying to put your finger on this indistinguishable feeling. What the fuck is this? You were definitely angry, but at the same time you felt kind of . . . needy?

You kicked your door open, walked in, and then slammed it behind you. You paced around your room after turning the lock, and the only thing you could think about was Ray. You were enraged, resentful, irritated, infuriated, frustrated—

Frustrated. That was the word you were looking for.

“FUCKING IDIOT!” you shouted as you threw your clenched fist at the wall. You pulled your arm out of the hole you created, and examined your knuckles acidly.

There was a firm double-knock on your door.

“Leave," you warned who ever was outside your room.

“(Y/N), open the door.”

Once you heard the stern voice, your face grew hot with anger. Did he seriously have the audacity to come to your fucking room? Especially NOW?

“Get. The. FUCK. OUT OF HERE!” you snapped venomously, completely uncaring of anything he would use as an excuse of hurting you.

Moments later, there was a deafening crack and your door had been rammed open. Ray stood there, his body twisted to the side and his foot still in the air from the kick he'd just delivered to the door. You looked at him in horror as he lowered his leg and stepped into your room.

The expression on his face was something you'd never seen before. It wasn't as angry as it was . . . determined. He closed the door behind him, leaving the both of you in the dim lighting of your room.

"Did you seriously come here to hurt me again!?" you snapped. Ray averted his eyes from you and breathed out, seemingly trying to calm himself down. His eyebrows were still furrowed and he looked a little bit resentful, but before he could speak, you went off angrily again. "I don't fucking know what you have against me, but it's not right to mock me for having feelings for you—you—you—"

In the blink of an eye, Ray took hold of both of your wrists and backed you up against the wall, pinning you there so you couldn’t move.

His lips connected with yours.

It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, but eventually you responded by kissing back, and you put all your frustration  into it. You could talk about how you felt “sparks fly” when your lips met and all that other cheesy bullshit, but the reality was that you were furious. It felt amazing that the man you loved was kissing you, but you’d been waiting for a moment like this to let out your anger.

You bit his lip, taking him by surprise, and freed yourself from his grip. Then, you pushed him away far away enough so you could deliver the most satisfying slap to his face.

“Fucking asshole,” you breathed. Ray kept his face turned to the side and said nothing. You stared at him for a few seconds with angry eyes and heavy breath.

And then you pulled him back and kissed him again, turning the tables by pinning him against the wall. He received your advances with no hesitation or struggle, grabbing your hips and tugging you closer.

While the emotional side of you was satisfied, you felt physically deprived. However, your legs gave out abruptly and he caught you before you fell, lifting you and turning around once again, letting the wall support half of your weight while keeping you up. He was fully aware that he was at fault for this, but had no problem keeping you off the ground so your knees wouldn't buckle again.

You were extremely tired but also too turned on to keep it from hindering your desires, the adrenaline coursing in your veins and supporting you all the way through. He attached his lips to the exposed skin that you had previously freed in attempt to cool yourself down while jogging. You used the last bit of your strength to rip open his shirt.

“(Y/N).. ” he growled into your neck as most of the buttons attached to the perfectly-ironed fabric were sent flying in different directions. His voice sent vibrations through your body that made you shiver. He retorted by ducking lower so he could carry you with one arm and swiftly pop open your shirt buttons with the other hand, giving him more room to nip at your skin. His lips trailed up from your chest to your collarbone, where he stopped at a certain area of sensitive skin, biting down and causing you to cry out.

You let your fingernails scrape down his bare chest in revenge, leaving red lines across his muscles, eliciting an angry hiss from him. You leaned forward and began nipping and kissing along the muscles that connected his neck to his shoulder.

Ray made you so mad, but you were starting to think it wasn’t such a bad thing. The way he got on your nerves made you feel even more for him, even if it was anger or frustration. To be honest, you actually kind of liked it when he provoked you—to a certain extent, of course—it gave you a challenge.

You took your hands and brought his face back up to yours. The two of you resumed your kiss in angry liplock. Once Ray finished unbuttoning your shirt, he tugged it off your arms, revealing the rest of your bra. Your heavy, open-mouthed breathing was enough to set Ray's hunger to maximum , and it didn’t help that your breasts brushed against him every time you breathed in.

Your (f/c) bra was still covering your chest, though, and he desperately wanted it off.

However, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted so easily.

He tugged you closer and reached behind you to unclasp your bra hook, but you quickly caught his arm and pushed it away from your back.

"Earn it," you commanded through closed eyes.

"Yeah, sure,” he responded in humorous irritation, though he was happy to oblige. He planted a kiss on your forehead, lips, and then lowered himself down to your cleavage. He flooded your skin with small pecks, and then placed a line of kisses from under your breasts down to your lower stomach and back up again while still somehow keeping you lifted against the wall. You relished in the feeling of Ray's soft lips all over your body, and ran your hands through his hair as you felt each kiss leave a ghostly trail behind it. While you were cherishing the moment, Ray stealthily unhooked your bra and quickly tossed it off you before you could stop him.

“Dickhead,” you whispered irritably with your eyes still closed. Ray smirked against you and made his back to your chest. Then he brought his lips up to yours once more. “I hate you,” you said against his mouth.

“You’re insufferable,” he responded.

“Asshole.”

“Idiot.”

“Moron.”

“Dick .”

You pulled away and glared at him.

“Fuck me, Ray. "