you don't do relationships. you do drugs and sex.
so does sanzu. a guy you met at a party one night before you would find yourself running into him often.
what happens when two people with the same negative mindset meet eachother, do they change f...
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"again!" you shouted with a huge smile plastered across ur face. your heart was pounding and you felt like nothing could bring you down from the high you were experiencing.
you were currently laying across a kitchen table. your shirt was discarded long ago and only your short skirt and bra remained.
a group surrounded you and the pink haired man as he did lines of coke off of your body.
you didn't know who he was or where he came from but you liked his vibe.
he was onto his third line. this one was placed across your breast. he leaned down snorting it in one go and licking the rest of the residue off.
once he was done, he looked up, making eye contact with you.
both of you had goofy grins and pupils too wide too feign sobriety.
just as you were about to ask his name your friend, maia, stumbled over and grabbed onto your arm.
he took a step back and you sat up.
"fuck, let's bounce. this parties wack."
your friends words were slurred and you could tell by the smeared mascara and eyeliner running down her face that her and her boyfriend had gotten into another fight.
he was the one hosting the party, and man was he loaded. the house was the size of your entire apartment building.
maia also wasn't shy about showing off all the shit he buys for her. the guy spoils her like crazy but it's not enough for her to overlook how shady he is.
you've met him like once. you think his name was rin or ran or something. you forgot but she's always trying to set you up with his brother and you always decline because you don't do relationships.
you do drugs and sex. emotional attachment is too much to deal with.
"alright, did you call an uber?" you question as you start looking around the room trying to locate your shirt.
"that asshole did. said i wasn't in a state to drive home."
you nod your head as you try to rack your brain for where you put your shirt
no matter how much you try, you can't remember
you turn and notice the pink haired guy is still standing next to you.
you reach out, grabbing his shirt. you tug it a bit and smile.
"can you lend me your shirt? it's only fair since i lent you my body to do coke off of."
he laughs a little before unbuttoning his shirt and handing it over to you.
you put it on and before you get the chance to start buttoning it up, he already is.
you watch his hands as the travel up your body. hes fluid with his motions, as if he's done this many times before.
you look at his chest which rises rather fast and your eyes start traveling down his body. his stomach is toned with abs. he has a few scars that look like they're from a knife or something.
you then notice a tattoo on his forearm that looks really familiar but you can't place where you've seen it before.
he notices you staring.
"you like what you see?"
"yes."
your about a second away from ripping his button up shirt off and pulling your skirt up to let him fuck you right on the kitchen table.
your thoughts are interrupted by maia pulling you away from the guy.
