Drugs.
Her goal in high school had been to avoid becoming a stereotype. She'd wanted so much more to her life and her character than promiscuity and substance abuse.
And yet...here she was.
Standing in the kitchen of her...frenemy with benefits, and looking down at an array of drugs on the table.
Olaf had seemed all to eager to pull out his stash when she'd agreed, after lots of persuading from him, that she'd try something with him. Abigail and Max had gone off, taking the rest of the Johnson siblings with them, and leaving Kit and Olaf by themselves in the house for the day.
Kit had never done drugs before. She hadn't wanted to either. But then again, so much else about her hand changed that drugs seemed like the least of her worries.
She watched Olaf as he prepared something for them to take. Even though she'd never taken any before, he insisted that they do the same stuff.
He claimed it would "better the experience"...whatever that meant. Was he planning something?
"So...what exactly is all this?" She questioned, razing a suspicious eyebrow at him.
"Oh relax, it's fine..." he replied, smirking and rolling his eyes, "I've just got us a little concoction here that'll ensure us the greatest day of our fucking lives."
"Are you sure all of this is...clean? I don't need either of us getting something bad and then the other one is too high to drive them to a hospital," she warned.
"It's fine, it's fine," he dismissed.
He grabbed something from the table that resembled a small pipe, holding it out in front of her for her to take.
"Whats this?" She asked.
"Names aren't important," he said quickly, "just know that it'll start you off easily. You'll get a quick buzz pretty quickly and it'll help you down the rest of the drugs in our selection later."
"Where did you get all this, Olaf?" She asked, scowling slightly as she tried to read his expression.
"Once again, not important," he said with a smirk, "What IS important is getting you high."
Kit sighed, taking the pipe from him and examining it awkwardly.
"Wait...I thought you said we were doing this together?" She exclaimed, noticing that he wasn't taking any of his own stuff, "why aren't you grabbing yours?!"
"I'm trying to make sure you know what you're doing cause, from the looks of it, you don't," he teased.
She sighed. He was right.
"How do I do this?" She asked sheepishly, ashamed that she had to get help.
He grabbed it, holding it up to her lips and smirking as she took a pull.
Everything felt light and open. Her feet felt like they were levitating off the ground. She had to assume she was still on the earth, since she couldn't feel if underneath her as she stepped.
Everything was so fast, yet so slow. The world was spinning and yet it was sitting still.
She started giggling. She didn't know why, she just wanted to.
Nothing was funny and yet everything was.
She swung her head around, feeling her long blonde hair cascade across her face as she did.
She wanted to jump around, but also sleep. Stomp against the ground, but also fly.
Most importantly...she wanted her Olaf.
She couldn't remember how many drugs he'd taken by now. The memories of the pipe the only thing still in her mind. Compared to what she felt now, the pipe had been easy. Something only for weak beginners.
She was glad she'd done more. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have been able to fell as good as she did now.
She spun on her heel, stumbling in the process, and giggled loudly.
Life was goooood.
Except...where was her Olaf?
"Masterrrr," She drug out, closing her eyes and holding her arms out clumsily. A pout was visible on her face, like a annoyed child wanting to be picked up by its mother.
Her vision was blurry, so she couldn't see much, but she definitely felt as her Olaf came and embraced her.
"You're baaaaaack," she cheered, letting out another giggle.
"Mhmm," he hummed in her ear, even snickering slightly himself.
"Do you feel goooood?...I know I feel goooood," she said, asking him as if he hadn't taken the same drugs she had.
"Of course I feel good," he answered, looking down into her eyes and smirking, "cause you're here, kitten."
Kit was silent for a second, Olaf watching as her brain tried to process is words. A wide and goofy smile made its way across her face.
She giggled some more. Feeling nothing but pure bliss.
"Olaf..." she commented, "I like your hairrrrr."
"Hmm, I like your hair too, kitten. I just wanna pull it," he groaned, excitement rising up in him.
He ran his fingers through her hair, grabbing the blonde locks and slowly pulling her back. Her neck and back bending as he eased her back into the table. She let out a loud, loud moan.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, "talk to me."
Her head hurt as she bucked against him. He'd pinned her to the surface by her hair, her back arched at an uncomfortable angle.
She loved it.
"Please..." she moaned desperately. Her vision was blurred and everything she heard sounded as if she were in a tunnel. She was confused and in pain and the only thing she felt was pleasure, "please, sir..."
Olaf let out a chuckle that's sounded somewhat evil...although most of his laughs did naturally anyways. He grabbed his joint, sitting on the table next Kit's body, and took a hit, titling his head up and blowing the smoke in the air.
He smirked down at the girl. A confused and needy frown covered her face.
He grabbed her body and moved her so she was now relying on her back for more support, although, since she wasn't fully on the table, still
hanging off of it slightly, her back was still arched quite a bit.
He pushed her shirt up, exposing more of her stomach. He grasped the joint in his fist and dug it into her side.
"Ahhh ah!.." she shouted, feeling the burn sting and spread throughout her whole body. Her face contorted into a cringe.
It'd felt amazing.
"Ow, you idiot!..." she growled, not enjoying the triumphant smirk on his face even though she'd greatly enjoyed what he'd done.
"Don't act like you didn't like it," he growled in her ear, turning her on more than she would've like, "you fucking loved it, didn't you?"
"There's a difference between liking bondage and like something duh into my fucking skin," she argued, struggling to keep her words straight as high as she was.
She didn't want to have to argue. Arguing meant thinking and she felt way to good in her high to think.
Olaf smirked, grabbing her arm and holding t in front of her face.
"Well you seemed to really like it when you were screaming my name in the bathroom of that restaurant," he chuckled.
Kit's eyes widened. How the hell did he know? True, there were scars and scabs on her arm from it...but those could've been from anything!
"H-How...How did you..." she began.
"How do you think I knew you were there when I had came to save you?" He taunted, " I was walking by the restaurant, like I do quite often, just taking a nice walk. But then something caught my ear, you know? I heard moaning coming from the back of the place...moaning I recognized instantly. A what a lovely surprise it was to find my little kitten, touching herself and digging a nail into her arm..."
Kit opened her mouth, trying to think of some retort to say, but she couldn't. She just stared wide eyed into his smirking face.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice. I even talked to you, trying to get you into the mood...out of the kindness of my goddamn heart since you didn't ask for my permission to touch yourself!" He growled triumphantly, "you even responded to my little antics. I didn't realize you were that far gone, dearest...you don't even remember, do you?"
"I-...I didn't think you were actually..."
"You thought I wasn't real? That you somehow imagined my voice?" He said, leaning in close and staring in her eyes darkly...possessively, "listen here darling, you'll never ever be able to cum like that without me? You understand? You belong to me and you cum when I say you do."
Kit wanted to reply, to keep their little taunting match going. But she was too high to care, she just wanted to trip out and enjoy his beautiful torture.
"Please Olaf..." she groaned out.
He narrowed his eyes at her hungrily, grabbing the joint and digging the lit side into her side again. She moaned this time, accepting and enjoying it.
"That's my girl," he chuckled lowly.
He hooked his thumb into her oversized sweat pants, which were his, and snatched them down quickly off of her legs. He relaxed his grip on her head, allowing her to push herself on the table all the way.
Her face looked frustrated, clearly annoyed with the fact that she wasn't being pounded on the table. He smirked, leaning down to look into her eyes and lightly running his fingers across her sex on top her underwear.
Kit felt herself lose control of her body, her head against the table and her back arching up into his touch, trying to feel as much friction as she could.
She groaned angrily, listening to him laugh at her struggle.
"Hurry up, you bastard!" She growled.
"Patience, patience my dear," he said darkly, "good things come to those who wait."
"Cut the philosophical bullshit," she snapped.
"Watch your mouth, Kitten," he warned, "I'd might have to punish you. You don't want that, would you?"
"I'd love that," she whined, no longer caring that she sounded desperate, "anything to make you fucking do something."
Olaf looked down, seeing a puddle collected under her underwear. He smirked. This was how life was supposed to be. High off his mind, Kit wet and submissive and writhing at his touch, no
Other human beings in sight.
Kit grabbed onto his shirt as he was himself inside of her. The feeling had become even more
exciting, her now enjoying both the pain and the pleasure of it.
"Oh my god..." she panted, heading him moan as he pushed whole length inside her. It did a number on both of them.
Yet...he still had to be a dick.
Each movement was slow and calculated, and she knew Olaf reveled in the way she grew frustrated with his slow pace.
Pushing her hips forward, she cried out in anger as he pressed her hips down onto the table, keeping her from moving .
"You son of a bi-" Kit began, she felt his hand press against her mouth, and in the same moment, his pace finally sped up.
Kit groaned as he thrust hard and hot, her body flushing as his grip on her hips tightened, small amounts of blood easing out from under his nails. His fingers rubbed harder, the burn of it making her moan loudly. His pace became erratic and she knew he was close. Soft groans left his throat as his grip on her hair loosened, his thrusts became more desperate. Kit's wrapped her legs around his hips to stabilize herself. She felt heat rise in the pit of her stomach.
"Come on, Kit." He growled in her ear. "Just for me."
She already knew what that meant. He wanted her to finish, just for him. He wanted to own every inch of her. She would cum for him and she'd belong to him even more Han she already did. Olaf wanted to make her come to him. Whenever she was needy or lonely, he wanted to be the only person she thought of. It'd been his goal the whole time. Even though Kit didn't want to admit it...he was winning. Nobody else could do her like he did.
Kit's back arched, her skin scratching against the table as her orgasm gain, flooding her entire body with heat and ecstasy. Olaf followed a strangled groan falling from his lips as he finished, collapsing on top of her.
The two panted for air, their bodies relaxing into each other's.
Before she could even close her eyes, enjoying her post orgasmic bliss, Olaf yanked her off the table, ripping her shirt, technically his shirt, off her body and pulling his lips to hers.
She was surprised at how eager he was. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, Kit allowing him to claim it as his. Why not?... He'd already claimed the rest of her.
She let out a small whimper, which seemed to ignite something in him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body desperately to his. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to support her weight.
"Mine," he groaned, taking her head into his hands and forcing her to look into his eyes, "do you understand me? You're mine! You're not going to go anywhere or be with anyone else. You hear me? You're body is mine. Your mind is mine. YOU are mine."
"Yes sir," Kit mumbled, pulling away and resting her head on his shoulder.
She knew she she could care more. That she should disagree and argue that she was her own person. But, as much as she knew she should've...she didn't want to. She'd been reduce to this childlike state, mentally and physically, and it felt like paradise to her. She felt protected by him. He wouldn't hurt her, unless she asked him to, and he would kill anyone who tried to.
She sighed. She really shouldn't be liking it. He wasn't even technically her boyfriend. They were just...two people who fucked. They weren't friends or even lovers...even though he'd told her he loved her and she'd already accepted that she loved him too.
What was she doing with her life? She was in the arms of her family's enemy. She'd let him get her high and make love to her. She was really losing herself...
Who knew getting high made you go into an existential crisis?
"I'm too sober," Olaf growled, carrying her with him across the room to where the drug were.
"A-Are you sure we should be doing more?" Kit asked nervously, watching him down an odd colored pill.
"You can never do too much," he said smirking, placing a peck on her lips.
"Yes, you can...it's called overdosing!" She said exasperatedly. She did want Olaf to overdose, she couldn't deal with multiple dead bodies in one day.
"...you're worried about me, aren't you?" Olaf asked with an odd light in his eyes. He was teasing her, sure, but he talked as if he'd just realized it. And now Kit had to deal with that same fucking smirk, "you actually care about my well being..."
"N-No!...I just...well you...it's not...Ugh!" She cried.
Olaf chuckled, picking up a pill and dropping it into her mouth. Kit's eyes widened...she wasn't expecting it.
She swallowed it reluctantly. She scowled at him and crossed her arms.
"If you wanna overdose, you can do it by yourself. Don't drag me into it."
"Oh come on...I think you could use a little ecstasy," he said, coming behind her and massaging her shoulders slowly, "you're always so...uptight. Something needs to relieve that tension."
"Mmmm," she moaned in pleasure. Why did every thing he did have to feel so fucking good?
"See...look at you. You're already feeling it," he taunted.
He dropped his hands, leaving her longing for the feeling of his hands against her skin. She scowled at him as he smirked.
That bastard.
"Go wash the plates from breakfast while I clean this up," he said, motioning the mess of drugs collected on the counter.
Kit folded her arms and marched over to the sink. He could tell she was still mad at him.
"Cheer up, darling. You'll be feeling good soon enough," he teased.
Kit didn't reply, simply grabbing the dishes as soaping them up.
"You can't tell me you haven't been enjoying yourself," he said.
Still, she said nothing.
"Kitten? I'm talking to you," he said, his eyes growing dark and suspicious of her actions.
She shot him a dark glare out of the corner of her eye.
"Answer me," he growled, he'd gone to stand being her, whispering low into her ear.
Kit pretend he wasn't there. She kept rinsing the plates as if she didn't hear him.
Olaf felt an all too familiar fire rise up in him. The same fire he'd felt while watching her huddled in the corner of his bedroom, doing his homework without bowing down to him in the process. Sitting there pretending she wasn't meant to be underneath him, begging him for everything.
His heart began racing. How dare she...
"Don't ignore me," he whispered harshly, grabbing her waist.
"Why?" She asked, her voice barely audible, "you don't own me."
She felt him still behind her, hearing nothing but this erratic breaths in her ear.
"You can't-ahhhhh...ahhh!"
In one swift motion, he slammed his entire length into her, pushing her head down into the sink.
"Don't play with me, Snicket," he warned angrily, "I know you remember what happened the last time you said that."
He thrusted into her over and over. Kit felt the hardness of the counter digging into her stomach and side, making her feel even better.
Olaf snaked his hand around, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing tightly. She couldn't help but be remembered of her thoughts back on her date with Zach. He'd told her about Olaf beating him up and the only thing she wanted was for him to do those things to her. Now he was.
"Say I fucking own you, Kit!" He groaned, "I won't let you fucking breath until you do!"
She knew she'd half to say it...eventually. But, even though she hated to admit it, she loved every bit of what he was doing.
Gosh...when had she become such a whore? They'd literally had sex ten minutes prior, and now here she was again, begging for it as if she'd been waiting for it for years.
"Say it! Say I own you!" He snapped, tightening his grip on her neck.
She wondered if dying always felt this good.
"Y-You own me...I'm yours," she choked out, her words sounding more like a wheeze.
He released her neck and Kit felt him release inside of her as she gasped for air.
She pushed up on the counter, trying to slowly ease her head out of the sink, but he grabbed her hair and snatched her up quickly.
"You can do what you want Snicket...but don't you ever fucking say that I don't own you again. Understand me?" He commanded, growling deeply in her ear.
"Y-Yes sir," she breathed out.
He released her hair, allowing her to pick her head up off his shoulder.
Kit blushed in embarrassment. She had had sex twice in less than ten minutes. She sighed to herself as she leaned forward, draining the water from the in the sink.
She could see him smirking out of the corner of her eye.
"Now What?" She sighed, folding her arms and turning to face him.
"Oh Nothing dear...just wondering if you can grab that box off the couch in the other room for me?" He asked, his voice laced with alterior motive.
She looked at him suspiciously, but went on and started walking towards the living room.
She made it about six feet, before the world around her started spinning.
"Having problems, Kit?" He asked teasingly, walking up to her slowly.
"I...I can't...everything's..." she tried to speak.
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck.
"And that my dear...is ecstasy."
Kit didn't know where she was or why she was there...but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Her memory only came to her in flashes...Olaf carrying her to the couch, him teaching her how to give a blowjob, tasting cum for the first time, being grabbed by him and twirled around. Kisses, licks, love bites, and everything else darkly romantic.
They'd danced for a while too. She
She was pretty sure she was on the floor, although she'd alway felt like she was floating when she was high.
She was almost certain she was on her knees. She couldn't see or hear anything really...but she could feel...and she DID feel.
She felt Olaf's arms wrapped tightly around her body. She felt him kissing up and down her cheeks and neck. She could feel him swaying the two of them back and forth. She could feel the vibrations of the radio, although she couldn't hear was was actually playing. She could feel his breath against her ear, letting her know he was whispering something.
She couldn't make out all his words, but she'd catch little phrases here and there.
"Love...promise...don't leave...stay...won't change...everything's perfect now...safe...forever...mine...Kitten...home...
together...wife..."
She wished she knew what he meant, but her high felt too good. She was too far gone.
Why were things this way?
She didn't hate it, but something still bothered her about. She kept feeling like she was forgetting something...like she couldn't feel comfortable until something else happened...
She felt herself being moved...later down onto the floor with his arms pulling her even closer. She felt her clothes being moved around...and then pressure.
It took her a second to realize that he'd sunk is fingers into her, but the pleasure set in and she squirmed.
Everything felt so wonderful ... and so terrifying.
She felt him run his finger over her clit and she cried out.
"Ahhh...b-bad!" She yelled, bucking against his hand.
They'd done this more than they'd done anything else. Every other part of sex was new and nerve racking...but this felt normal. She felt like some kind of pro at it...at letting his fingers own her body. It felt so good...which made it so bad. It was bad because it wasn't her.
She used to be so confident and so innocent. Her parents used to be proud of her...but all that was changing...and it was changing so fast.
Maybe life wasn't bad...maybe she was bad. And if she was bad...this was bad. She didn't want to make him bad, she didn't even want to be bad herself. Why wasn't everything so bad?!
"...bad! B-bad..mmmm...bad!" She cried again.
She felt Olaf slow his actions, whispering comforts into her ear.
She knew she was acting like a child. She wished she wasn't. Why did everything suddenly feel so awful? Being high had felt fun earlier...now it seemed like a punishment.
A punishment she probably deserved.
"Bad! Bad! Mmm-NO! Bad!" She was screaming now.
"Are you hurt? Do you want me to stop?!" She heard Olaf ask, sounding afraid, "darling, it's okay. Tell me what's wrong."
"Bad...it's bad..."
"...I-it's not bad," he whispered, "we're together and no one else is here. Everything else in the world is bad...but this isn't. We aren't...not when we're together.."
"N-Not b-bad?" She whimpered.
"No," he agreed with a smile, "not its not bad. It's good."
"G-Good?"
"Yes, good."
He slowly started moving his fingers again. He smiled as he heard her moaning and crying out "good!" as he did. Her body responded to him, quivering as she finally released on his fingers.
"Taste," she moaned, smiling.
He chuckled, sliding his fingers in her mouth. She licked them clean. She picked herself up, eyes closed, crawling up and into his lap.
Maybe...just MAYBE...it wasn't so bad.
"Olaf?" She said.
"Yes, Kitten?" He hummed.
"I...love you too," she finally, finally replied.