The Trap House Imagines

Colby Brock - Addictive (Smut)

*this imagine involves the use of drugs*
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Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/
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noun
the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity.

Funny thing about my addiction... it's a person. I may smoke a lot of weed, I may enjoy the attention I get from other people.
But he's different.
Cole Robert Brock. My Colby. Sweet, handsome Colby...
It's a typical addiction story: how I crave his touch, his lips, blah blah blah. But the rush... the feeling I get drives me insane. It's like ecstasy... it's addictive. Wonder how many times I say 'addictive' and 'addiction' while describing Colby. Meh, it's all true.
It's something I actually can't control. Ever since we've been roommates I've wanted his hands on my body for so long. Romantically... and sexually.
I've seen girls come and go... I've seen his chiseled chest bare in our apartment... I've seen many things. I'm jealous of those girls that have spent countless nights with him... being able to feel him all night. Fucking hell. Why couldn't I just have him for one night?

Colby was currently chilling out on the couch in the living room, watching some content on YouTube while I was in my room... lonely and somewhat horny. Fucking hell, I want Colby here. My addiction for him is stronger than my enjoyment of marijuana. Speaking of which... it's time to smoke.
Colby and I had one ritual where every night we would smoke weed and wind down after a long day. It was one thing that left me holding on, hoping I could be his through bonding.
"Colby! I'm smoking a fat fucking blunt right now." I yelled at him. I could hear him laugh from the other room.
"Kay then, Y/N. Be there in a minute." I hear him yell back.

I turned off my lights and switched on the purple neon strips of light that when around my room and furniture. I play some calming rap songs on low volume just to set the mood. I sit in front of my sliding wardrobe, which behind laid the wonderful contents: some marijuana and my beautiful bong.
(Just a disclaimer: I have NEVER used drug substances so this description is not going to be accurate lmao)
I insert the drugs into my bong and grab my lighter. I close my eyes and let my head sway to the music. The water starts to bubble and put my mouth near the top and inhale. I feel my sadness decrease as I inhale more. My eyes slit open as I let myself exhale... releasing all the carbon dioxide. I see Colby walk in... shirtless and hot, of course. He already has a joint in his hand, smoking it and letting the smoke and carbon dioxide escape from his lips.
I smirk at him and take the joint off him, taking a hit while he sat behind me on the floor.
I feel warm, soft hands wrap on my shoulders.

C-Colby's...

He starts giving me a small massage while I smoke the joint... feeling immense pleasure. I feel his hands move down to my chest. His arms wrapped around my neck while I stop smoking the joint and left myself exhale.
It felt like ecstasy.
I grab a hold of his arm and squeeze it. Sparks of electricity coursed through my body... it felt amazing.
I want to touch him more.
I turn around on the floor and sit on my knees between his legs. He was leaning against the bed, his hands grab ahold of my hips.
"Oh... what you do to me Cole Robert Brock... what you do to me..." I sigh, my fingers getting tangled in his hair.

The song that reminds me of him started to play.
I Walk The Line - Halsey.
"Come and kiss me Y/N. Let's let this ecstasy last..." He says in a low voice. I straddle his hips and passionately put my lips against his. We meshed so well together... it was definitely an addiction. I am satisfied... and pleased.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I start to grind my hips against his. His grips on my hips harder and bites my lip. I moan in his mouth.
"How about we go on the bed?" He whispers, biting below my earlobe. I nod slowly, kissing his lips slowly one more... leaving his taste lingering on my lips.

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Because you're mine, I walk the line

We both start to slowly take off our clothes while we make out passionately. I could tell it was love... well for me it was love.
I was just in my bra and underwear while Colby was left in his boxers.
I could feel his rock hard cock against me... it was so hot and so addictive to feel... it'll be more addictive once he's inside me.

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide

"Are you okay with this, Y/N?" He asks me as he positions himself at my entrance.
"Yes, Colby... I need you." I moan. He just shook his head and bit his lip while he slid himself inside of me. He comes down to my face as he slowly slides himself in and out of me. I close my eyes and lay my head back onto the pillow.
"I've wanted you for so long." Colby groans. He smashes his lips against mine, passionately making our with me while I feel this... immensely good pleasure.

Because you're mine, I walk the line
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I feel my knot release in my stomach... one of the best orgasms I could possibly feel...
My addiction has been satisfied...
He releases too... I can see the satisfaction on his face as his breath hitches.

Oh, because you're mine, I walk the line
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I lay against his glistening chest while he plays with my hair... I sigh deeply.
"Something wrong?" Colby's deep voice rings through my ears.
"Hmm? Oh nothing... I just feel at peace." I say, shutting my eyes a little bit. He hums in response.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask, facing my head towards him while also covering my body with the blanket.
"What's up?" He hums, staring into my eyes with his.
"What do you think of me? After... all of this." I ask hesitant.
"You want to listen to a little story, Y/N?" He asks me. I nod tracing circles on his chest.
"Ever since we became good friends, I knew there was something about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you... I was so addicted to the thought of you... I-I just feel so satisfied after tonight. I needed you for so long. I've liked you for so long." He tells me.
"Please be mine, Colby Brock?" I pleaded jokingly. He giggles at me.
"Of course baby girl." He says softly. I kiss his chest and close my eyes.

Addiction...
My addiction is Colby Brock.
And it's something I will never get over.