#i dont drink so if my friends want to have a beer i have grenadine

[divorcedwife]

my nephew has developed a taste for grenadine (which he calls « the red juice »), i love that for him as someone who still orders that whenever im at a café

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Life of the Party

Warning ⚠️ 18+ adults only! Enemies to Lovers. Smutty smut smut. Hate sex....or is it? Don't be a fool, wrap your tool! (Unfortunatley, this one has unprotected sex involved). Drinking. Mentions of Marijuana use. College party. Sorry if I forget any warnings.

It has also come to my attention that I'm a one trick pony with dominant males, bratty/submissive females, and short but dark sexy time scenes. What can I say? I like what I like and it's typically what I read. I'm gunna take it down a notch and try something different this time.

Buckle up and enjoy!

"Seriously! Why did I say yes to you? You know I hate Miles. He's had it out for me since freshman year. And now we are going to, yet, another one of his parties. He is going to humiliate me every chance he gets. I mean, the last time, he poured bong water on me!" You say to Christy and she turns into Mile's driveway.

"Look. Eventually he's going to leave you alone. You gotta quit giving him power with those daggers in your eyes everytime you look at him. Stand up for yourself and make him respect you." She says as she turns off the car. "Now. Put on your game face. You are gorgeous! Let's get in there and get our drink on."

"You hate me, dont you?" You groan but check your hair and get out of the car.

People are littered on the lawn drinking and you can hear music and laughter pouring out of the house. Walking past a couple of girls talking, you grab their bottle of tequila. When they say "hey!" You turn around and say you need it more. They put their hands up and walk toward a huddle of people. They probably took it from the house anyway.

You take a few swigs off the bottle and walk into the house. The music is vibrating the walls. You follow Christy to the kitchen to get some orange juice. Miles always has a ton of it. You scour his cupboards for the grenadine so you can have your sunrise. You mix it all up in the bottle. Christy sets her eyes on the keg. She never was a liquor drinker.

You walk to the back of the house where the pool is. Miles is out there dancing with all his friends. He has glow sticks all over him. You roll your eyes and think 'What a child.' Chisty grabs your arm and you go to the opposite side of the pool from Miles and start talking to a few of your friends.

After a half hour, and roughly the entire bottle gone, you see Christy's face go into a scowl.

"Hey Teller. What's up bro?" She says.

You cringe internally. Miles puts his arm around your shoulders. You catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with beer. Your brain says he smells good, but you shake the thought cuz he's slime.

"Oh you know. Just hanging out and I see a couple of girls just standing over here and thought I'd offer my services to dance." He smiles and you wish you could slap it from his face.

Shrugging his arm off your shoulders you go to walk away. But you don't get 5 feet before Miles is swooping you up and jumping into the pool. His strong arms and hard body rubs against you and your body betrays you. It wants him. That fuels your fire as you come out of the water gasping for air. He comes up behind you and you slap him across the face.

"Are you serious right now?! Dude, fuck you!" And you climb out of the pool. You can hear him laughing as you stagger toward the house. You had entirely too much too drink already. But now you were soaked and in need of another. You snatch a drink from some dude and chug it. He doesnt look happy about it, but you dont care.

"Man. Someone needs to pull the stick out of their ass." Miles says. You hear a bunch of people laughing and Christy just looks at you. You give her the "I'll be back" wave and head inside. You hear Christy yell at him to go pull the stick out once you're inside. That he was the one continually putting it there.

You make your way through a bunch of people and start to head upstairs. You know Miles keeps it off limits and you need a place to cool your head. You go into Miles' room and grab a t-shirt and start stripping out of your wet clothes. You hang your clothes in his private bathroom and come out to find him standing in the doorway. The way he's leaning into it has your heart racing. His eyebrow lifted on one side.

"Whatcha doing upstairs? You know it's off limits. Might have to forgive you though, looking all sexy in my t-shirt." He licks his lips and steps into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning into it. You know he's drunk and now you feel trapped. You're alone in Miles' room with Miles, who hates you.

"Leave me alone Miles. I'm in no mood for your crap."

He looks at you confused. "What crap?"

"The crap you put me through every time you see me. Now, if you don't mind. I'm in no mood for your hate pranks. I want to take a minute to cool down and let my clothes dry a little so I can go home. I will leave your t-shirt in your bathroom. I just didn't wanna chance flashing anyone."

"You can flash me." He says in a playful tone.

You lay on Miles bed and curl up with a pillow. For hating him so much, you sure are taking comfort in his things. You give in to the comfort and close your eyes, inhaling his scent.

You feel the bed dip a little and sigh. He lays on his side next to you.

"Look at me." You open your eyes and spin slightly. You furrow your brows. "Do you really think I hate you?"

"You could have fooled me if you didnt." You retort.

"OK. I'm sorry that I made you think I hate you. I prank people. I try to have fun with you. Especially when you scowl at me like that. I'm trying to pull a laugh out of you." He rubs his thumb between your eyebrows trying to smooth out your scowl. When you look at him in surprise, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you. A lot. Like, if you weren't so mean to me, I would have asked you out. And now I understand why you were so mean."

And your scowl is back. "You are so frustrating." You try and get up out of the bed but Miles wraps his arm around you and pulls you back down.

He looks into your eyes, a soft look on his face. Instantly, you feel the same betrayal you felt in the pool. That makes you cry. Nothing like being mad, drunk, and aroused at the same time.

"Please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you." Miles rubs his fingers over your face to help wipe away the tears. He really was trying to be sweet and caring.

You bat his hands away and lean into him. Softly pressing your lips to his. He stills for a just a few seconds before he melts into you. He puts his hand into your hair and wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer into his body. You push him onto his back and climb on top of him. Your hands explore his chest and shoulders. His hands rub up and down your thighs before he finally rests them on your hips under his t-shirt.

Heat runs through your core as he fingers the band of your underwear and moves his hands to massage your ass. You can feel him grow hard under you and all you want to do is rub yourself against him. You moan into his mouth fighting the urge to rub against him. Miles pushes himself against you and the fire in your belly swirls. You stop kissing him and pull his shirt off. He sits up and helps you out of yours. You stop and look at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You growl in frustration, your arousal starting to soak through your underwear and on to Miles' shorts. He smiles at the wet spot you've left. You scoot down just far enough to start unbuttoning his shorts. A smile spreads across his face and he puts his hands under his head to watch you work.

"Keep your hands up there or I will bite it off." You threaten. You hate it when men try to guide you as you suck them into your throat.

You pull miles from his pants and stroke him a few times before you lick him from base to tip and suck of his pre-cum.

"Girl, keep doing that and I will do whatever you tell me for the rest of my life!" Miles says, gripping his hair.

You go back down on him. It's difficult but you manage to get him some of the way into your mouth before he hits the back of your throat. You stop and talk your gag reflex down by relaxing and breathing through your nose. Miles wiggles a bit but you put your hand on his stomach and give him daggers from your eyes. He stills and you start pumping him in and out of your mouth. You lick the base of his shaft and work him until he stiffens. You open your throat and allow him to slide the rest of the way in and stop, just holding him there.

"Oh my God! What are you doing to me!?" Miles says.

You smirk. Drool pours out of your mouth and you pull him out of your mouth. Wiping your face, you start crawling up his body. Your head spins slightly but you keep going. You stop as your sex lines up with his. You rub your wetness over him and then slip him inside of you. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head.

You rock on him, giving yourself double stimulation. The electricity that runs through your body is almost too much. You slow down and Miles frowns.

"Come on babe, you're killing me here."

"Hang on, I promise it's worth it." You reply.

Miles smiles as he sits up, pulling you close to his chest and pushing himself farther inside of you. You groan and kiss him deeply. He starts moving his hips, pumping in and out of you. You match his rhythm. He hits your sweet spot over and over, your fingers digging into his back. He does his best to keep pace and after a few more strokes you are both moaning into each other's mouths.

You could feel his cum leaking out of you and you almost wanted to start a second round. But you pull off of him and kiss his lips softly.

"Best 'I don't hate you' sex ever!" He whispered against your lips.

"Let's not hate each other again soon." You say. You aren't sure if he hears you though because in his drunken daze, he starts to fall asleep.

You find a piece of paper, scrawl your number on it, and say 'Use this number anytime you don't hate me.' You leave it on his bedside table and grab your wet clothes. You head back into the party to find Christy. She's lip locked with some guy in a corner when you tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and eyes you suspiciously.

"Ready? I've got some tea for you and it's hot!" You say.

She leaves the guy hanging by himself and grabs your arm, pulling you out the front door and to the car. When you are both in and buckled, she heads toward home.

"Tell me all about it and you better not leave out any details!"

In the morning, you find a text on your phone.

"I don't hate you. When can I see you again?"

You smile and hug your phone to your chest. Who knew that hating someone could fuel something so great? You couldn't wait to see him again.