thrashin', mid90s.

like a drug - any.

sexual content. not edited bc this makes me cringe.

The girl sighed deeply, slouching down lazily in her chair. A newly lit cigarette rested between her glossy, pink lips. The room she rested in was devoid of any source of light, the smell of tobacco seemingly calming her senses for a brief moment.

She felt on edge, slowly becoming driven with anxiety. She had no idea why, however. The two had hooked up countless times before. It was nothing strange to her, yet she could hardly contain herself.

She met him at some party a few months prior: he was apart of a group of skaters and she immediately felt drawn to his rugged look. At the time, he had a falling out with a girl. He attempted to get over the girl but he couldn't. Well, that's what he thought.

Once her introduction was out of the way and a few drinks later, the buzzed boy led her to one of the vacant rooms. After their heated session, he left the room, proudly showing off the hickies on his neck.

The girl snapped back to reality once she realized the door was now wide open. In the door stood a figure, their facial features concealed by the darkness. She could tell who it was: him.

"You came. . ." She whispered, quickly putting out her cigarette in the ashtray. Her posture straightened out and she tried to look confident. She didn't want him to know how timid she truly felt; how weak he made her feel.

"Of course I did, (Y/n)." He replied simply, shutting the door behind him.

She could make out his shape slowly walking close to where she sat. He stopped and she notice his arms lefting above his head. He took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground.

Her heat began to race againt her chest. Just from his presence, she had the urge to fully undress herself, as she was only clad in underwear. But she knew she had to wait.

Finally - for what seemed like forever - his face was now close to her's. His lips hovered over her's, his warm breath making her excited.

He kissed her feverishly, holding her cheeks in his palms. He kissed her with passion, the lust becoming greater. He pulled away, the tips of his fingers leaving behind a trail of shivers as they made their way down her neck. They went past her collarbone and made their way to their destination. He messaged the soft tissue of her exposed breasts.

She wrapped her legs and arms around him, locking lips with him again as he made his way to the bed. Her laid her down gently and his hands wondered to his belt. He quickly unbuckled it and tugged his jeans down, kicking them off without a care.

He could feel the desire taking over him. He was a teenage boy who couldn't control his hormones. She did this to him: he wanted her more than anything, to feel her, to pleasure her. She was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

The thin barriers were now gone and the two teens now finally able to feel each other. Their legs tangled in their love making, soft moans now filling the suffocating silence.

This continued until the late hours of the night. The teens just couldn't get enough of each other.

After all, their love was just like a drug.