Just sex; 5sos

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Adrielle's POV

"Slut" A slinky man snorted as I walked past him.

It was the beginning of winter,and I was underdressed,I only had an old jacket. I jogged across the street and saw the tiny apartment I call home. My heels clicked against the cracked pavement,and I was dying to take them off. Bending down,I felt a tear drop land on my arm.

I am a fuck up.

I was in an abusive relationship for 4 years,and when I left him,I had nothing. Young,stupid,and desperate for money, I started hooking up with guys. They paid well, but I wasted it all on liquor. My life is a mess. I unlock my door,quickly slipping inside. My bag falls from my hand carelessly and I walk over to my bed across the room. Sitting down I played with the fringe on my fishnet tights. The tears fell, but they didn't mean anything. I cried every night. There was nothing to them, just simply water collecting in my eyes. I didn't have emotions anymore. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into a weary sleep.

• • •

"Hey baby,why don't you come over here?" A voice slurs behind me.

Plastering a smile on my lips I turn around and saunter towards the cute boy looking around 21 - considering he was here - with crazy red hair and an eyebrow piercing.

"You're very sexy babe,how much for you to come home with me?" He smirks.

"Two hundred" I simply say.

"Let's go,my car's up front". He leads me outside and he gets into his Ferrari,yes, a fucking Ferrari.

"C'mon,let's go". He says,through the window he rolled down,I slide in and shut the door.

He drives fast,but shit he's drunk off his ass. I pray we don't get pulled over or killed.

He pulls over in front of one of the five star hotels in town.

"Get out". He says,slightly stumbling when he got out,I could have laughed but I knew better.

I obey and gently shut the door behind me,still shocked that its a Ferrari.

He roughly grabs my arm and pulled me inside.

"Uh,my name's Michael,by the way,just so you know what to scream later." He winks.

"Alright,Michael". I mumble,following him, my job is to please him.

We reach the hotel room and he fumbled with the keys until I gently take them away from him, unlocking the door before placing them back in his hand.

I follow him into the room,closing the door while I strip off my tight black dress, he watches my every move,I move slowly teasing him.

Michael pushes me against the closed door and his lips hungrily meet mine, I wrap my arms around his neck,parting my lips slightly to give him access. His tongue enters my mouth and begins to fight for dominance.

He runs his hands over my bare stomach,sliding his hands over my boobs,and around to my back. After fiddling with the clasp, I smile against his lips, and reach back to undo it myself. He pulls me over to the bed and pulls off his shirt,pulling me back against him.

My fingers graze his chest,almost in awe at how attractive this boy is,most guys I've been with are much older. He seem my age, 21 and it's strange to be with someone like him. He chuckles snapping me out if my thoughts. His lips meet mine again,this time with more passion,his hands are also making their way up my stomach to my boobs then back down again. I love the way his lips feels when I kiss him, the warmth against my cold skin. I place my hands behind his neck and he deepens the kiss.