I Hate You Beck Oliver

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Honest, I don't.

Cat'sPov

"I have news." I announced, as Jade lay in her bed, painting her nails black and Tori flipped through Vogue. I sighed. "I said I have news." No-one payed any attention to me.

"I had sex with Beck last night."

Tori's magazine fell to the ground. Jade's nail polish lay abandoned on her bed. "WHAT?!"

I knew that'd get their attention.

Thanks to Beck, I'd been sore all during school today. Every time I sat down, I would hiss in pain. One time, Beck saw me doing this. He smirked the smirk that made me want to both fuck him and slap him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cat," he said, not sounding very fucking sorry at all. "You should've just said if I was too big for you."

I just told him to piss off and walked away in the other direction.

Back in present-time, Tori and Jade were gaping at me. "What... the... fuck?" Jade spat out. I shrugged. "It's the truth." Tori squealed. "So was it, like hate-sex, or 'I suddenly love you now' sex?"

"Hate-sex, duh!"

"Holy fuck." Gasped Jade, who was still in a state of shock. "So..." Tori said, waggling her eyebrows in a way that made me blush. "Is he good?" Jade came to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, spill. I mean, I've always wondered... But then again, a guy that hot probably isn't good in bed."

"Why wouldn't he be?" Tori asked. "Well it's either the looks or the dick, and he definitely has the looks, so I bet he has a short dick. Or has a bid one and doesn't know hot to use it."

"Not necessarily!" Tori argued.

"And what would you know about it, little Ms Virgin?"

"Guys!" I yelled, trying to quench the argument. Tori's virginity was kind of a touchy subject.

Ya see, the first time she nearly lost it, the guy turned out to be into all these weird fetish things and wanted to bathe her in his pee.

Don't even ask.

The second time, the guy came while the were kissing, so that put an end to things quite quickly.

"So tell us how it happened." Tori encouraged.

"Well... There was talking... and then there was arguing... And then I was naked on my kitchen table." Jade stared, impressed. "Kitchen table, huh? Creative. Most guys go for the pussy option of the bed."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you gonna do it again?" Tori asked. I shook my head. "Nope. That was a one-time thing. Maybe when hell freezes over."

The next day, in Sikowitz's class, I was kinda just squeezing my legs together, and trying to stop thinking.

Not stop thinking altogether, but mostly just about Beck.

Because all that's been going through my head since I walked in here, was what happened two nights ago, and how he touched me, and how good it felt. Aaaaand now my panties were soaked.

Snap the fuck out of it, Cat!

"Cat?" Called someone. I turned around to see who it was - Andre. "Mmm?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sikowitz asked you a question, like, two minutes ago." Great. Now everyone was staring at me. "Um...Right. Can I go to the bathroom, Sikowitz?" I didn't need to, but I really needed to get out of here before someone noticed what was up. He shrugged, not seeming bothered. "Sure."

When I got up, I walked really awkwardly towards the bathroom, paranoid that -even though I was pretty sure it was near impossible- the would be a wet spot at the back of my shorts. Beck winked at me as I left, and I not-so-subtly flipped him off.

When I got to the bathrooms, I leaned against the counter, sighing. Why did my mind have to replay the events of two nights ago repeatedly in my head?

I lifted myself off of the floor, onto thee counter-top, and started to swing my legs. I scanned the stalls, and, to my delight, there was no-one in here but me.

It was quiet, and I kind of liked it. I felt happy.

But, of course, Beck wasn't having that, was he? He barged in, shutting the door behind him. I jumped off the counter. "Get out of here, you prick! This is the girls bathroom," I paused for a minute. "In which case, I guess you should stay." I finished off. He just shrugged. The son of a bitch just shrugged.

"Get out!" I yelled, pushing him. He grabbed my forearm, and shoved backwards against the counter, before reaching to the side and locking the door. I probably should've said something, like 'where did you get that key' or 'Sikowitz is going to get suspicious if we're gone for long' or something like that.

But as the grip he had on my arm tightened, I couldn't speak. And then his lips were on mine, and his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth.

Dafuq? Why was I enjoying this so much?

After getting over the initial shock, I started to kiss him back.

When his hands moved to touch my boobs through my shirt, I was done. I wrapped my arms round his neck, one leg one either side of him, and poured myself into the that kiss. "Why-" Moan "-are-" Gasp "-you-" Yelp "-here?" His lips had moved to my neck, and he was doing borderline illegal things to me nipples. "Because I want you to suck my cock.

Oh.

I flushed out of hatred and rage and… other things…

I was honestly at a loss for words. I mean, damn. He detached himself from my neck, and looked into my eyes. We were only inches apart, and that had an effect on me.

"What if I say no?" It came out all breathy and so not the way I intended.

He smirked. "I'll force you. I'd bet my ass you'd be one hot bitch choking on my thick cock," he obscenely palmed himself over his jeans, and my stomach was dropping and I was really turned on and sickly wanting him to force me to.

So I decided to play hard to get.

"Fat chance. That night was a one time thing, that really never should be brought up to anyone." I hopped off the counter and marched back to class, feeling my hair swish confidentially behind me.

Suddenly, I was yanked backward and pinned the counter, his dick pressed against my stomach.

Then, marched me out the emergency exit in the bathroom, and all the way to his car, his hand over mouth so tight I couldn't even open it, threw me in the backseat, and then sped off, putting on Child's lock.

"Good idea," I praised. "I was planning on jumping out while we were in motion. I've been really hoping for a face reconstructive surgery.

"Fuck, just shut up." He groaned, speeding up.

"Oliver,this was a dumb-ass have nowhere to go, you're going to have to drop me back off at the school because that's where my car is, and-"

He slammed to a stop.

I looked around and we were on some trail in the woods.

This wasn't sketchy at all.

But honestly, my pussy didn't really care.

Oliver got out of the front seat, and joined me in the backseat.

He kind of just sat there for a moment, looking at me expectantly. I stared straight back.

"Well it's not gonna suck itself," he finally said after a moment.

"Sorry I'm not sorry, but I'm not really in the mood to suck your stupid dick after you basically abducted me, so I suggest you pick up yoga and suck your own dick!"

I turned away from him, looking out the window, with my arms crossed.

I felt chilly too. He'd left the A.C. running, and I was just in my shorts and tank top. I wasn't a slut, really. It was summer, and it was hot outside.

I heard him sigh, then he slid to me and started gingerly kissing my neck, which felt really good, but was freaking me the fuck out.

His deft fingers slid up my waist and started unbuttoning my dress. It pooled around my waist and he moved to unclasp my bra.

He threw it up into his front seat before palming my tits.

All too soon, he pulled away, leaning up against the other side of the car and pushing his pants down, exposing his rock hard cock, before putting his legs on either side of me.

"Suck me good."

I just stared at him, propped up with my legs folded under me, half naked.

He sighed, leaned forward, gripped a bunch of my hair, and lowered me to where his leaking cock was brushing against my lips.

"Your constant snark today was so fucking annoying, you deserve to be punished," he leaned forward and smacked my ass that was sticking up in the air.

I whimpered, and snuck out my tongue, licking the slit in his dick.

"Fuck!" he growled, thrusting his hips up, forcing me to take it in too far. I gagged and he groaned loudly. "That's right slut…take it all in."

After he let go of the back of my head with one hand to grab my ass, I lifted my head up, to catch a breath.

"Dammit Oliver! Do you want someone's dick being rammed down your throat?"

I'm sure I looked comical.

My bangs were all in my eyes, my hair now very messy. My tank top was half down exposing my heaving chest and the shorts were halfway down, too, exposing my thighs and ass.

He had a different reaction than anticipated.

Before I even realized it, he was pinning me down underneath him.

"You look so fucking hot and it's pissing me off," he growled into my cleavage while thrusting against my hot and needy core.

The feeling is mutual, I wanted to moan.

Instead I just moaned.

He thrust harder and I was literally seconds away until he stopped and pulled my legs up, pulling my panties down my legs and somewhere into his car.

He pulled a condom out of nowhere and secured it before pushing the tip right against me.

I arched and panted and whimpered and needed.

He bent down, bit my earlobe, licked the pain away, and then whispered, "I want you to fucking scream."

And with that, he slammed into me.

I cried out and threw my head back slamming it into the door handle.

"Ow," I cried, but it turned into more of a pathetic whimper as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.

I hadn't really gotten a chance to look at his face the last time we did this, but now…holy fucking shit.

I mean…Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Beck was one hot piece of ass.

The muscles and veins in his neck and arms were standing out as his dark eyes stared into mine with a fiery hatred passion that made my skin feel like it was on fire.

He wrapped my legs around his torso and the angle change was sublime for him, seeing as how he made a noise I'd never heard that made me tighten around him, and his eyes rolled back when he picked up the pace. As if it was even possible.

My hands had gone behind my head to stop my head from pounding into the door with every thrust, my back was arched, and I was panting like a dog.

Oliver buried his face in my neck, and put one of his hands on my tit, grabbing at it roughly, and shoving his thumb under the cup of my bra to stroke my nipple.

He shoved the cup down after a minute and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Be- oh shit, Beck!" I bucked against him, my clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone.

"Ungh, more," I pleaded.

"Such a needy slut," he whispered into my ear while smirking, bringing one hand up around my throat just like the first time, and I was so far gone.

I clenched around him and somewhere, under my orgasmic bliss, I could hear him groaning something, the words were distorted, and I was screaming when he flicked my clit, sending me further into my orgasm.

Minutes, seconds, hours later I resurfaced and he had all his weight on me. His hips were making small and random jerks into me as I could feel his cock slowly start to soften.

My hands were in his hair still, although I couldn't remember putting them there.

He placed a small kiss on my tit, where his face was, before groaning as he pulled out. He pulled the used and gross condom off, opening the door and throwing it put. Grabbing a tissue, he began to wipe his cock off, before handing me my own tissue.

I mumbled thanks, feeling weird that he was being…nice?

I threw it out my door and pulled my bra back in place before pulling my dress down my legs and over my chest.

He had pulled his pants up, although his shirt was off, and was leaning back, running a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths.

It was kind of weird. Last time, we just went back to working on the project and that was that.

This was weird now.

He chuckled quietly and got back in the front seat, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.

I got in his front seat, looking for my panties.

"Where are…" I trailed off, leaning over into the backseat to try to see if they were back there.

His floor was empty besides for his shoes and a gym bag.

I looked at him only to find him staring at my ass, which was probably poking out of my dress.

I quickly pulled it down, blushing, even though I'd just had sex with the man.

"Now you choose to be shy?" he laughed, and turned on the car.

I sat in his plush and leathery seat and was disgusted at how nice this fucking car was.

He drove away, and I put on my seat belt, feeling like I just had been thoroughly fucked.

"Do you want to just finish the whole damn project tomorrow night?" He asked once we were getting near the school.

"Um..yeah. That's fine." I agreed, putting my hair in a ponytail. It was too messy to be just left down. Thanks a bunch, Beck! "Oh, wait. My brother is having some friends over tomorrow night, so my house isn't an option," I sighed.

Great. Saturday would probably be spent doing the thing. It was due Tuesday, so we really needed to get it finished before Monday.

"Just come over to mine. My parents are going to be at some charity thing all night so yeah. Come over whenever."

He pulled into the parking lot, behind the school, and I unbuckled myself.

"Kay, see you then." I got out of the car, and bent down as ladylike as I could to see if I could find my fucking underwear. I was quite uncomfortable without them.

"Damn, I hope you have febreeze Oliver." I announced after taking a whiff of the car and comparing it to the clear air outside.

It smelled like sex, and that really wasn't a smell that you buy in a car freshener.

He shrugged. I continued looking.

"Would you maybe like to help me?" I asked, irritated, he was just idling, letting me look for the panties that he threw God knows where.

"Oh, you mean these?" I looked up, to see him twirling my pink panties around his finger, before pocketing them.

I gasped. "You're such an asshole! Give those back!"

"I don't think I will. Now get out of my car."

I flipped him off and slammed the door, still with my mouth hanging open.

As I walked uncomfortably back into the school, I remembered what I told Tori when she asked if I was going to have sex with him again. 'Maybe when hell freezes over'. Well, damn.