Additive
He knew the circumstances that came with messing with me. He knew the consequences. He didn’t care. No amount of discipline could ever separate himself from you.
It was raining outside of the house that was harboring the party you both just came from.
Off limits. That’s what your friend said to you as soon as you seen him walk in. You didn’t know what was so special about him. It was like he had a magnetic pull. Something about how he carried himself just Drew you to him.
Maybe it was the way he walked in not saying a word to anyone. The way he spread his legs adjusting his pants a little after sitting down. The way he instantly started rolling up a thick neat blunt, placing it between his lips, sparking up. Without even a wave or simple hi to any of his friends.
The way he carried himself, he seemed like trouble. You cross your legs, shimmying down your short red backless dress down your thighs in fear of accidentally flashing someone.
The more you stared at him, the more you silently noticed. You noticed the way he tilted his head back quirking his lips in a short smirk as the weed started filing his veins with pure ecstasy. How he looked around bored at every face here, like he’s seen these people millions of times in the same setting.
That was until his eyes were set on you. Slowly lifting his mouth in a smirk. He takes a long drag of his blunt eyeing you down like you were a fresh piece of candy. His favorite candy, he wanted to taste you, breath you in from your every pore. He knew it was wrong, that it was bad, especially when a small cute girl came and sat on his lap, giving him a kiss to his cheek.
When you saw that you switched your eyes to look at your friend handing you a strong drink. Good. Maybe you can forget the feeling he gave you when he smirked at you. The way he made your stomach heat up, the way you clenched your thighs around nothing. He wish it were him.
Between your thighs of course.
But that would be wrong. His small girlfriend he’s been on and off with for years. He just couldn’t stay away. Toying with her, seeing if she would ever leave, if she would ever say no. He didn’t love her no.
He knew he wanted to see what he could get away with before she kicked him out for good. Though she was no angel. She wasn’t new to a players game, how they move on from one to the next. Until they find the perfect candidate to toy with. Seeing how many pieces they can break a girl into and build her back all in one.
And for some reason he didn’t want to do that to you. You just seemed so innocent. So pure. He could tell by the way your nose scrunched at the strong vodka cola your friend handed you. You were practically a virgin to everything. Except.
“Can I hit that?” You say to the mystery man smoking the blunt by himself.
He didn’t realize you moved next to him. Sitting on a small leather couch in the middle of the lounge room. The room was dark. With little to no light, only a Smokey room and dull strobe lights.
“Yeah, don’t trip” he says holding the blunt out for you to take. But no, this was a game. He realized he judged you wrongfully once you take his wrist leaning into his finger tips to take a drag of the blunt in his hand. The way you slowly looked up at him with puppy dog eyes batting your lashes while you press your plump pink glossy lips to his hand. It sent electricity down his spine.
Game recognizes game.
He’s a cocky bastard. And you’re the innocent angel who’d never ever do anything to wrong him. His brain screamed at him. Run, far and fast. Though he didn’t listen, because his dick was sending stronger waves straight to his spine. He couldn’t help but to lick his lips a bit at the interaction. He wondered what your lips looked like around his dick. Hm.
“Thanks!” You Chirped at him after letting out a fat cloud of smoke, making the room noticeably more Smokey. Not a drinker, heavy smoker. He can get down with that.
“I’ve never seen you around here?” He asks lowly, leaning in to talk in your ear so you could hear him better. He could tell you liked that as you got more squirmy in your seat. You lean close to him. He could smell vanilla and shea butter wafting off your neck. He could feel his mouth water at it. It wasn’t a strong sent. Like flowery perfume that made his nose scrunch and gave him a headache. It was like a warm vanilla cake, so sweet and fresh. He wanted to take a bite out of you.
He wanted to devour you.
“Yeah, my friend dragged me here, I’m not a big party person.” You chuckle shaking your head. He could tell the weed was kicking in by the way your leg stopped bouncing, you laid back twirling your hair. Your eyes were low and zoned out, dragging across every detail in the room. Observing. You can say yourself the fog that laid thickly on your mind brought you pure joy. You felt like smiling.
“You should come round more often, it’s nice seeing someone new around here ya know.” He says chuckling.
You see the small girl that was once harbored in his lap. You wondered about her. Who was she?
“That your girlfriend?” You asked looking to observe if he would lie to you.
“Situation-ship, we ain’t dating, we started talking again after breaking up for the fourth time, though I don’t think I’ll ever get back with her.” Damn weed pouring out whatever was on his mind. Even if he was thinking about getting back with her, he sure as hell wasn’t anymore. Now that he has you.
Does he have you? He thinks. He notices your lingering touches to his knee and arm. Just driving him up the wall. The way you bite your lip and nod when he’s talking.
God he’s just infatuated with you. He doesn’t even know your name. He didn’t care. There was only one thing in his mind.
He wants to destroy you. And he wants you to destroy him. You both recognized each others intentions when you walked over here. Every warning signal being tuned out as you both smoke the rest of his blunt. Laughing, joking, almost like you’ve known each other for years.
He has a high tolerance, he could smoke another, but he knew you were done by your loopy smile and low red eyes.
“You need a ride home? Party’s almost over.” He asked kindly. You think for awhile, until ur nodding at him.
“Let me just tell my friend.” You say getting up.
“Hey, I’m getting a Ride home I’ll see you later pretty.” You lean in giving ur best friend of five years a small kiss on the cheek.
She looks over to see him standing behind you. “Be careful y/n, you guys would not mix well.” She says shaking her head at my bad decisions. I’m well aware, is what you wanted to say. but you just laugh it off and shake your head.
“He has a girlfriend, we’re just, friends.”
He frowns at this. Just friends? Oh baby he felt like he could just melt at your smile. He wants to change that. And he will don’t worry.
He opens the front door for you as you both walk out. Your mind was clouded with temptation, you knew the thoughts inhabiting your mind, blinding any morality you once harbored. Soon he opens your side of the car door for you, when you get in he slowly walks around to his side of the car hopping in smoothly, starting up his car, and taking off. Both of you breathing heavily. The weed was kicking in a different way. You were just so horny you couldn’t stand it. Slowly rubbing your wet thighs together, his cold leather seat felt like small kisses on your hot inflamed skin. Your everything was sensitive, and you felt like if you don’t get a release now. you were going to explode.
You didn’t realize the small pained moans and groans that would come out your mouth as he backed up into the road. As you were seated outside your home he looks at you turning off his car.
“Hey, wanna stay and talk for a little bit.”
“What if I want to do more than talk.”
Okay that was supposed to be in your head. Fuck it. You didn’t care anymore. He smirks. That cocky ass smirk, shifting you into his lap. Letting you straddle his thighs. You were so pretty like this. Your dress riding up ur thighs. He slowly drags his eyes up and down your body, allowing himself to drink in your natural beauty. Well he also noticed the small fact that you weren’t wearing panties this whole time. Oh?
“Not wearing any underwear? Didn’t peg you to be such a slut.” He groans as your hips grind into his after he says that word.
Slut.
You know you should be ashamed in letting any man call you that. But you don’t feel like he’s just anybody. And god it felt good. sending heat waves straight down to your soaking pussy. You wanted him so bad you couldn’t open your mouth without small whines and moans.
“Please fuck me, need you inside me.” You groan out in pain. You felt like your skin was melting off your bones. He leans in kissing you on the lips slowly trialing his hands up and down your frame. To your breasts, your bare thighs, your waist, the cuff of your ass. Fuck.
He was driving you fucking insane. He whips out his dick from his pants letting it breathe from the material of his jeans holding it down. He slowly lets you sink down onto him. And fuck you both knew damn well he had a girlfriend. You felt like shit, knowing you should never mess with another girls man.
But he was just so delicious, so fresh and new. Like a new color, or taste, he was different. And you just couldn’t stay away.
He slowly grinds up into your pooling core. Obsessed with every noise that left your mouth. He left wet open kisses up and down your neck, marking you with purple and pink welts that you knew wouldn’t leave anytime soon.
Your legs started shaking as he quickened his pace, rubbing your clit in slow circles. His hips weren’t slow though, as they were working you to your orgasm.
“I have no condom, I have to pull out.” He grunts and you furrow your brows. No. No,no,no,no.
You’re just about to cum.
“Fuck, just finish inside, I’m on the pill.” You quickly say. He quickens the pace of his hips, somehow he moves faster. You felt it building up in hot waves. Soon your orgasm crashes. And his does too. Both Cumming and spasming around eachother. The whole scene was dirty. His girlfriend calling his phone wondering why he left her at a party all alone. The steam rolling off the windows as you throw your head back in pleasure dragging your hand down the window leaving a print.
The way his abs contracted and flexed at the pleasure you were giving him. It was all so wrong. But it felt so good. Something about the sneaking, the lying. It was so hot.
Hiding eachother away from everyone’s knowledge. You both were infatuated with one another. And you hate to say it. But at the next party you ‘let you friend drag you too’ you couldn’t help but to notice your legs trailing you to the same man in that stupid lounge room. Like a car on autopilot.
Fuck he was so pretty, your new little addiction. He was like poison in sweet unknown berry’s. Like the thorns on beautiful red roses. You both were like water and electricity. Dangerous.
But You both couldn’t find the time to care. The way you made each other feel, it felt better than any drug. And he knew that you had him hooked. Karma he would say. But he knew damn well that you both would come back for another fix.
You both were irrevocably and completely addicted.