tw: minors and men DNI, smut, scissoring, dirty talk, hate sex, wc: 0.9k, academic rival dom!jinx x sub!reader
hate sex with academic rival!jinx... 18+
A thin coat of sweat shined on your skin, your hips were just slightly sore from the work you were putting in. A fiery cackle erupted underneath you, “too much for you?” Jinx rasped, smiling wickedly up at you. “I meannnn you probably wasted all of your energy failing that exam, huh?”
It started as a normal exam you studied your ass off for, and the top students were announced to the school. You were in second place, and the girl you were on top of right now was first. Like always. It made you so upset, how the reckless, insane, almost careless student could rise to the top and beat you. It was beyond you how good she was for how chaotic she acted on the regular. And she always taunted you about it, how you just weren’t able to beat her–the now top student at the University of Piltover. This time, when she came to laugh at you about the bonus marks she managed to achieve that you somehow missed, and you snapped back. You got into a sharp argument, each snipe being rebutted with a harsher, meaner comment. She did it all with a smile on her face, charmed at the thought of getting you so riled up, it’s like you already lost to her.
“You’re so fucking annoying, you know that? You never know when to take a fucking break.” You spat out, crossing your arms and glaring at her.
“Sounds like someone is a sore loser. Can’t accept that you just lost?” She taunted, a mocking grin on her face as she looked you up and down. To you, she was trying to belittle you with her gaze. To her, she was undressing you with her eyes. But you didn’t have to know that part.
You scoffed out loud, rolling your eyes as hard as you could, “it’s not even about that. It’s about the fact that you always have to come and stir the fucking pot whenever you want.”
“Please, if you call this stirring the pot you clearly haven’t seen me try.”
You let out an exasperated huff, feeling your anger reach a boiling point. “Enlighten me, then, dickhead.”
As she stepped closer, the air felt thicker and her breath was running shorter. She was still shorter, but you could feel the tension around her enveloping you, “oh, really? You sure about that, sugar?” That pet name always pissed you off, but right now you didn’t really know what to think of it. Maybe because it was definitely turning you on.
“Please, you couldn’t even get me off if you fuckin’ tried.”
You were definitely about to get proven wrong, but who the fuck cares? Everyone probably scissored their arch-nemesis.
That short and sweet conversation is what got you crying out her name, as she meanly pinched your nipples between her fingers. She stared up at you as you chased your high, simultaneously getting her closer to hers. She always did have a knack for efficiency, after all. Both of your interlocked legs were sore, aching from the chase of pleasure you both were going after. Jinx specifically wanted you on top, claiming that since she won, she deserved her reward.
“I still–ahh–fucking hate you.”
Your high-pitched moans were music to her ears, the rumpled sheets underneath you soaked with the shared juices. Jinx mocked you incessantly for the needy whines you let out, claiming it made you sound greedier than you already were–even though you both knew the sound could get her off. “Ohhh, fuckk, Jinx I’m so fucking close!” She laughed at her own impression of you, a sound that was then cut off by her own moan.
You made a frustrated grunt as you ground your clits together faster, and more intensely despite how exhausted you were. Her hands slid up and down your waist, landing back at your tits to knead and massage the sensitive area. Your fingers moved to grip the sheets beneath you both, a loud babble of strong curses mixed in with her name over and over again encouraged Jinx to finally help you out a bit. “Tired, now?” You frantically nodded and whimpered again, letting her take the lead and grind her hips from underneath you.
She finally grabbed your hips and the shameful tears in your eyes couldn’t subside, “that’s it, baby, take this fucking cunt.” Your brows were furrowed, your mouth was left hanging right open, and the dried salty streaks on your cheeks were glistening in the light. But to Jinx, that was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. She stared up at the incredible image of you and pushed her hips up quicker, setting a brutal pace that left both of you whining and screaming. “Fuck, c’mon baby–come for me, why don’t you?”
That is what did it for you, you cried out her name for the last time as both of you came together. She was still sloppily grounding her hips there, riding out any last bit of the amazing orgasm she had just achieved. Your head was tilted back, you're still gasping for air as she separates the two of you just to crawl over and plant more kisses alongside your chest and shoulders.
“What were you saying about not being able to get you off?”