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This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in your best friends bedroom, surrounded by him and his druggie friends. It’s become a regular occurrence, so regular in fact that you may even consider these people your friends too. Most of these nights include you, glued to Ben’s side as you watch the group of boys take turns ingesting what ever it is they chose for that night and this one wasn’t any different at first. You watched closely as Jon pops a few colorful pills into the plastic water bottle filled most of the way with tap water. They quickly begin to dissolve, filling the bottom of the bottle with a layer of bubbles that took little to no time to disappear. Jon swishes it around in his hands a few times, making sure that all of the colorful pill became one with the liquid.
“What is it?” You find the courage to ask, eyeing the bottle with curiosity.
A short chuckle erupts from Jon before he looks up from the tainted liquid and across the circle towards your innocent gaze. “Molly water.” He looks back down to the bottle, making sure it’s fully dissolved before opening the cap to take a swig.
“Molly water?” You ask, bewildered by what on earth kind of drug molly water could be.
Your confusion causes Jon and Nino from next to him to scoff in a somewhat playful manner as they pass it between each other a few times. “You were right Ben, she has absolutely no idea what any of this shit is.” The two across from you exchange their teasing glances, making sure to always give you a hard time.
Ben finally speaks up with a sigh, causing your eyes to meet his within an instant. “It’s ecstasy.” He explains to you, accepting the bottle that is now being offered in his direction. Ecstasy! You had heard of that one. Molly water must be some fancy street name for it or something.
“Oh.” You say simply as you watch your best friend take a few generous sips of the spiked water. “Does it make you sleepy?” You assume it could be similar to Lean or Xanax, two of Ben’s favorites that you see him consume often.
He smirks behind the opening of the bottle as he takes a final swig, then inching it towards you. “No, it’s not like Lean.” It’s like he read your mind. “You want some?” He asks simply, still inching it closer, almost like he’s afraid to spook you with it.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued, yet still very hesitant. Before these hang outs you had never tried anything, not even a hit off a cigarette. Lately though you’ve become more adventurous, having a hit off the joint they pass around or a sip off of Ben’s dirty sprite. You trust him with your life, his friends aren’t so bad either. The idea of trying something that isn’t like anything you’ve let them pass you before excites and nerves you at the same time, you know that Ben can tell the way he watches the cogs turn in your pretty little head. “Just a sip?” You say softly, gently reaching out to grasp the crinkled plastic.
He nods, the room silent for just a moment. “Maybe a few. Take it slow.” His voice is soft and supportive, making you confident in your decision as you bring the bottle to your own lips.
You’re still cautious, but allow the liquid past your lips and down your throat. It’s sweet, just slightly so you pull it away to examine the color. You’re surprised to find that it’s the same color as it had started out as, clear as day. No body would even know there’s something in this unless they took a sip and tried their luck. You bring it back close and take a few more sips just like Ben had told you to. You feel a hand a moment later gently rest on yours that is wrapped around the molly water and gently pull it away.
You look up to see the source of the hand, your best friend- chuckling at you, bottle now in his hand once more. “That should be enough.” He smiles at you, reassuring you that you did it right and your going to be okay… at least that’s how you interpret it.
“No way! She drank the molly water!” Jon announces from in front of the two of you, making Nino laugh along side him. “Look who’s getting brave!” His smirk was much more condescending than Ben’s, but still seemed genuine.
This causes Ben to roll his eyes and softly pass the water over to Zak, who has been quietly spectating from the corner of the oddly shaped circle the five of you have made on Ben’s bedroom floor. “Lay off dude!” Ben playfully swats at Jon’s knee, who is now in a fit of his own mocking laughter.
Over the span of the next moments you listened as the boys bounced off of each-others banter, passing around their drug of choice like a communal candy bar. You even took a few more small sips as it made it’s way towards you and around the circle, feeling confident in yourself- you don’t even feel much yet anyways. It wasn’t really until you found yourself laughing a bit harder at Jon and Nino’s jokes than usually would, that you realized you may be beginning to feel something. Everything was becoming super funny, like… way funnier than usual. You felt control of yourself sure, but a smile continued to creep onto your cheeks again and again no matter how hard you tried to swallow it down.
As even more time went on, you could assume the rest of the boys started to feel the same as everyone started chatting louder, faster and with more animation. You knew it had to have been working for them when you heard more coming out of Zak’s mouth than you had ever heard before. This must be what an upper feels like. Any time you had tries anything, it was what Ben described to you as a ‘downer’- therefore by the end of the night you had quickly found yourself passed out in your best friends bed while the rest of the seasoned downer consumers chilled and chatted amongst themselves. Now though? Sleep doesn’t seem like an option, you don’t even know when it will become one. Energy, and lots of it- not the kind that makes you want to hop skip and a jump but the kind that makes you want to express yourself in every possible way to everyone in the room. Based on what you are witnessing before you, you’re not the only one, that’s for sure.
“You alright?” A voice from beside you snaps your focus back to reality, making you realize you had been sitting and staring. Everyone around you had found a new spot, a new place to get comfortable in and enjoy the new feeling molly water is providing, but here you are still sat on the floor. “Do you wanna sit in my bed?”
You finally allow your gaze to shift towards the voice, registering it as a voice you’re a big fan of. You turn your body, hands placed on the floor to keep you grounded as you move. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay!” You speak rather excited, eyes finally meeting Ben’s. “I just got kinda lost, that’s all.”
A sheepish grin that mirrored your own spread across Ben’s cheeks as he laughed and gently tugged at your arm. The feeling of his skin touching yours, even so innocently made your cheeks light up with heat, you hope he doesn’t notice. “C’mon.” He says softly though his fits of chuckles and snorts. You allowed him to guide the way as you both lifted off the ground and made the short journey over to the bed behind you. The feeling of his sheets against your legs almost makes you shudder at how nice it feels… everything just feels so nice.
As you settle into the new feelings, everything becomes less jarring and you can see that everyone else has begun to calm down as well. Jon and Nino are chain smoking cigarettes by the window, yapping about something you can hardly register while you and Ben sit rather close together on the bed, listening to Zak who is sat across from the both of you talk about something that he is obviously rather passionate about. While you’d love to sit and listen, you can only pretend to due to the fact that your mind is rather locked onto the proximity of you and the boy next to you. Genuinely, you had no idea a drug could have you craving the touch of a human so bad just from a simple brush of limbs. Even though your shoulders are nearly pressed into one another, you wish to be even closer. So badly in fact that you hadn’t even noticed your own head rest on his shoulder, subtly rubbing into the fabric of his shirt. Ben didn’t even seem to notice or care as he listened to Zak yak his ear off about… something.
The only thing that seemed to snap you out of it was Jon’s loud voice from the other side of the room. “Ugh! Benjamin!” This made your head shoot up from his shoulder, all three of you on the bed now giving your attention towards the other side of the room where Jon and Nino were sat.
Ben let out an exasperated sigh at the sound of his friends dramatic groan. “What’s wrong?” His head cocked to the side, watching as the two boys by the window flash him the saddest pair of puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. He knew this couldn’t be good. “What is it?” He eggs them on further.
“We ran out of cigarettes, can we have yours?”
His eyes go wide, “You smoked all of those cigarettes?!” He pretended to be surprised, like those two don’t always chain smoke while under the influence of any upper. Had it really been that long though? His hand goes to reach in his own pocket, searching for the slender box of rolled up tobacco he just knew he has brought with him. Shit. A large groan leaves his chest as his hand is met with not a single cigarette box- he had left them at your house… and they’re gonna ask him to walk over there and get it since its ‘just down the road’.
“Did you forget them at her house!?” It’s almost like Jon read his friends groan perfectly. “Would you mind just-“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Ben gets up with urgency, wanting to get the job done. It wasn’t until he looked over at you that you realized he was about to go somewhere. “I left my cigarettes in your room and the addicts on the floor want me to go get them.” He motions to the two impatient boys practically rolling around on the floor. “Come with me?” He quickly asks, like you have no other option.
You stumble on your own words before speaking up, everyone’e eyes now on you. “Yeah, let’s go.” Your legs are jelly, but the last thing you’d want to do is disappoint any of Ben’s cool friends. His hand meets yours and before you know it you’re both on your way out the door of his house and towards yours. The walk would be short but rather grueling, you enjoyed sitting in Ben’s bed, so so close to him.
“Are you feeling okay?” His voice is always so soft when he speaks to just you. You look up as you both walk alongside each other, his pupils still sitting at saucers as you’re sure yours are as well. You simply nod, a small smile forming to reassure him, a smile that you try to bite back after it won’t go away.
As you approach your house, you realize he had never let go of your hand when he grabbed it to pull you along. You nibble on the inside of your lip, wondering if that meant he also wanted to touch you as badly as you wanted to touch him all night. This gave you the okay to move in closer, clasping your other arm around his and pulling him closer. You could feel his gaze look down at you as you both continued to walk, your body glued to his side.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, treating you like a fragile fawn who needs constant reassurance and care… but you never minded. He always treats you like this.
You look up to meet his eyes again, nodding again like before with the same smile. “Yeah… just a bit touchy. Hope you don’t mind.” Your voice is just above a whisper, the molly doing nothing to mask your shyness. This seemed to take him aback less than you thought it would, like you hadn’t been all over him all night. Perhaps he had noticed.
He lets out the hottest chuckle you’ve ever heard in your life before shaking his head, “I don’t mind. Me too.” He physically and figuratively pulls you closer as you finally approach the house, though your not complaining anymore. The longer you walked along side each other, the longer you could hold onto him and his warmth.
You both pull away if just for a moment to allow space for you to both walk into your humble abode, not forgetting the mission at hand. Your room is just down the hall, and that’s where you’re sure he had left them earlier in the day. Ben trails behind you, your proximity close enough for you to feel his body heat radiating onto the nape of your neck…or maybe that’s just the drugs. You hear the door close behind you but think nothing of it, beginning to search for the missing pack of cigarettes. “Where did you leave them?” You ask, looking around your bed, but unable to spot them.
You hear a soft sound from behind you before he speaks, “Hm, I don’t know.” You turn to see him lightly shrug, moving forward to eliminate the space between you. The backs of your legs come in contact with the footboard, giving you no where else to go- you are now sandwiched between Ben and the foot of the bed. His hands come forward to grab yours, his body nearly pressing into yours. You can feel your entire body light up as he does so, your breathe getting caught in your lungs. “I don’t remember” He says innocently as his thumbs begin to brush the backs of your hands. Both of your eyes meet as you look up at him, fully registering how close he truly is. You don’t think the two of you have ever been this close- but your definitely not complaining.
“Well… shouldn’t you look for them?” The words barley fumble out of your mouth, a bit of a stuttering mess.
His eyes keep contact with yours as he shrugs again, “I could…” His eyes trail from your eyes, down your body, admiring the cute sweater and leggings combo you had been wearing all night. He’s loved gazing at you in it, but now he’s more curious what it would look like on the floor. He allows his eyes to look you up and down few more greedy times before slowly leaning in towards the crook of your neck.
The warmth of his breathe against your neck alone almost made you choke but the moment his lips made contact with the sensitive skin, a soft moan escaped your lips without any control. “Ben-“ You aren’t sure what you have to say, or if anything at all as all of your senses get clouded with an intense feeling of desire that you had been fighting all night.
A soft hum slips off his tongue as he leaves a warm, open mouthed kiss on the most vulnerable part of your neck. His hands have skillfully snaked their way to the base of your hips by now, giving your hip bones a gentle rub with his thumbs. “What is it, angel?” He asks softly before continuing the slow assault on your neck.
The ecstasy in your system caused every kiss to feel like actual fire, the good kind. God, this is why they call it ecstasy. “Won’t they be mad…y’know if you don’t find them?” Your mind is no longer focused on the cigarettes but you’re pretending at at least try and still care.
That same gorgeous laugh from before comes from his mouth as he continues to kiss on your neck and pry at your hips, bodies now flush against one another. “They’ll be okay.” He practically slurs out his words, drunk on the taste of your skin and sound of the moans you’re unable to keep at bay. Fuck the cigarettes, he couldn’t care less about his chain smoking friends and their nicotine addiction right now. All he’s doing is kissing your neck and you’re practically falling apart in his hands already.
“Ben-“ You go to say something again, but it comes out as more of a plea, a plea for anything really. He finally pulls away to look back into your eyes once more, as though he feels the need to check on you.
“Just feeling a little touchy, hope you don’t mind.” His eyes are half lidded, his tone laced with lust and venom as he mocks your words from the walk there. “Do you mind?” He asks, flirtatious yet more seriously, giving your hip a soft squeeze. His eyes look into yours, wanting some reassurance that you were okay with this.
Your heavy head quickly shakes from side to side, leaning into his touch like an addict who needs more. “No! I don’t mind!” Your tone is eager and desperate as you hope and pray his lips will come in contact with your skin again soon.
“You want me to touch you?” His voice is firm yet barley above a whisper.
“Please…” You’re so quiet, a fly on the wall next to you probably couldn’t even hear.
“What was that baby?” He asks teasingly, like he didn’t hear you… he did.
“Yes! Please!” You now resort to begging, not wanting to go much longer without him doing something, anything to make you feel good. You aren’t sure if it’s your own desire, the drugs or maybe both but your beginning to feel like you’ll go crazy if he doesn’t do something soon.
Without another word, his lips are on yours, a feverish kiss ensuing. Without breaking the battle of lips, tongues and teeth, you both manage to make it onto the bed behind you- Ben taking absolutely no time at all to tower over you. Your hands are all over him, finding their way under his shirt, on his neck, down his arms. Admittedly, you never expected him to be so loud but with every rake of your finger nails against his skin, he whines and moans into your lips. Maybe it’s the ecstasy, or maybe he’s just been craving your touch that much. You aren’t sure how long the make out session lasts, it feels like eons of passion, but eventually he pulls away, droll falling from both of your mouths. A trail of spit leads from his tongue down to your neck as he begins to suck and bite and your sensitive skin. A large gasp exhales from your lungs as one of his hands come up behind the back of your head to latch onto the nape of your neck, trying to get his face as close as possible to your skin. There’s sure to be many hickeys left behind as he moves to the right side of your neck, making sure to give it the same violent attention as he did the left side. Your name falls from his mouth before he travels down towards your clavicle- he sounds completely gone, lost in eating you alive.
He finds himself frustrated when your sweater gets in the way of him moving any further, so finally he takes a moment to pull away, breathe and get that god forsaken piece of clothing off your body. Your eyes meet just for a moment as he reaches for the bottom of your sweater, his pupils still huge, but his once light blue eyes almost seem darker. An audible grunt can be heard as he pulls the garment over your head- you make sure to give him space to do so. Watching him hold himself back from tearing you apart is making the pit in your stomach heavier and the pool in your panties damper. Before you can whine and beg for him to come back and just touch you a little more, his lips are back onto onto your skin, kissing away at the skin of your chest not hidden away behind the fabric of your bra. The bra didn’t stay for long, his fingers reached behind and popped the clasp like it was nothing as he bear hugged you close to him. By the time you slipped it off, a nipple was already engrossed in his mouth, causing you to shudder and let out a mewl. He switches between each nipple like he can’t choose which one he wants, they’re both so tasty, both of his hands preoccupied by holding you as close as possible. Both of your movements are very hurried, you aren’t sure how much longer you can wait for him to just fuck you already.
Your nipple becomes free from his mouth with a pop as he sits up to look at the state he’s left you in already. Hopefully he’ll finally touch you where you really ache for him and based on the expression on his face your surprised he hasn’t fucked you into the mattress by now. You kick your shoes off the end of the bed to indicate you want your tight leggings off, it almost hurts how bad you want them off. “Ben…” You whine out to him as he slowly pulls your bottoms down your shaky legs. “Please, please just-“
“I know baby don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He looks up over his lashes, grinning at your impatience like he wasn’t just eating you alive seconds before. The leggings finally end up on the ground- Ben wastes no time pulling your legs up and apart to give himself a full view of your soaked panties. He curses under his breathe before pulling the damp fabric aside just to have a quick look at your puffy pussy, swollen with anticipation. You mewl in embarrassment as he stares, his eyes are just as greedy as his lips. After he’s satisfied with his viewing of you, he decides the panties have to go, quickly sliding them down your legs to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You want to complain about the fact that you are now completely naked below him and he is still fully clothed but as per usual, seems to read your mind and tosses his loosely fitting shirt across the room. He gives you barley any time to admire his naked torso before he’s moving down even further and in between your legs. Eye contact is made once again as he moans in anticipation before diving face first into your folds.
A loud moan and a few curse words leave your mouth as he wastes no time sucking on your sensitive bud, just rough enough to get the perfect amount of suction. Your hands fly to his hair, clutching at fist fulls as he seems to eat you out with ease, grunts and moans of satisfaction leaving his mouth as he does so. You watch as his eyes flutter closed, like he’s drinking from the fountain of youth, this makes your mouth fall agape, a string of sounds falling from your own lips. A sneaky finger begins to poke at your hole before sliding in, being welcomed by your soaking entrance. “Your so wet sweetie, you want it so bad, huh?” He mumbles against your clit as he begins to fuck his middle finger into your core, massaging at the gooey part inside that wants friction the most. You want to try and say something back but you really can’t, the only sounds coming from you being loud and obscene- but that’s truly all he needs to hear anyways.
You practically hump yourself into his face and hand as he eagerly eats like the truly starved man that he is- it just feels so good. You can’t even imagine how hard his cock is in those jeans of his- your entire body is on fire. “I want it- I want you.” You manage to stumble out through your cries as he goes at it.
You hear and feel a chuckle against your clit, “Not until you cum baby, I wanna see you cum first. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” He looks up again from his now damp lashes, tears in the corner of his eyes from how hard he’s working to make you feel good. The sight alone made you feel like you could cum, but the addition of another finger made you sure of it.
You nod before throwing your head back, crying out as he stretches you out with his long and slender digits. He curls them up to hit just the right spot in combination of his skilled tongue and you knew you were close. He could tell too as your eyes cross and roll back, the walls of your pussy clenching around his fingers as if she’s begging for mercy. He pulls his mouth away and uses a third finger to finger bang you into submission as your orgasm washes over your body. You twitch and shake, an almost animistic sound escaping you as you finish all over his fingers. He watches with smug admiration, pressing his fingers into that good spot again and again, assisting you in riding out your high. “That’s my girl, so good for me.” He coos at you as you begin to settle down, showing his praise. His fingers slide out of you with a pop, your aching hole not wanting to give him up.
Without another word he pulls away fully, pulling his pants and boxers down just to send them flying to who knows where. You watch, still panting as he comes back and looms over you in an instant. He takes some of your own slick from your now used and sensitive hole to pump his own cock with before pressing it deep into you. A groan leaves the both of you as he wastes no time going as deep as he can, bottoming out inside of you. “Ah, fuck.” He says in between gritted teeth before pulling back out and slamming himself back into you. He’s fucking long, you can swear you feel him in your stomach. He shows no mercy, pulling your body close to him and rocking his hips back and forth to fuck into you as deep as possible. “I’m gonna break your bed.” He says in between gasps into the shell of your ear, taking the movements slow and deep at first. It felt like a threat as he moved from holding you close, to holding your legs up and nearly behind your own head. It’s then that he begins actually fuck the shit out of you, slamming his cock in and out of you like your nothing but a drenched pocket pussy.
You nearly shout as he keeps up this burning pace, a visible bulge popping up in your abdomen every time he rams back into you. He makes eye contact with you for a moment, as if to check on you before going even harder once he’s confirmed you are indeed doing okay- for now at least. “Holy fuck Ben!” You scream as he slams into you repeatedly, over and over and over again, unfaltering. Sounds of slapping wet skin and grunting fill the room, bouncing off the walls- but even your loud whines and cries couldn’t mask the sound of wood snapping. The bed shifts slightly, but he doesn’t slow down or stop. Holy shit, he actually just broke your bed frame. The idea of him keeping his promise sent you over the edge for the second time this night, your walls repeatedly clenching and seizing around his long member. This causes a long and satisfied grunt to leave Ben’s throat, his movements beginning to slow.
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” He doesn’t ask, he states as he slams into you, slow and deep a few more times before bottoming out inside of you and holding you down. You squeal as you feel ropes of hot liquid fill your spent pussy. Good thing you’re on birth control… he knew that… right? An almost effeminate whine comes out of Ben as he dumps literal buckets of cum into you, squeezing your legs, mouth agape. “Holy shit!” He sighs out as he tenses before finally relaxing and nearly falling on top of you. You giggle as his sweaty body makes contact with yours, a giggle from him soon following as he catches his breath. After a moment of you both trying to compose yourselves and settle your nervous systems, a harmonizing hum fills the room- neither of you had ever felt that good in your entire lives. His arms snake around you and pull you close, yours doing the same- nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like it was your new home. The two of you should drink molly water more often.
A moment of silence fills your space before it’s rudely interrupted by a loud pang at your bedroom door. “Guys, what the fuck?! I know you guys are fucking!!! Is that why I never got my cigarettes!!” You gasp in embarrassment and bury yourself further into Benjamin at the sound of Jon’s irritated voice.
The man holding you sucks in a deep breath before sighing out into the messy strands of your hair. “Shit, we forgot about the cigarettes.”