Kaden was the type of person your parent's would warn you about. Skipping school, drinking and smoking from a young age, getting into fights, losing his virginity at 14.. You name it. You met Kaden in college when your friend took you to a party he and his bandmates were hosting in his garage. It's not like you liked the music, you didn't really go to parties either, but your friend seemed to really enjoyed it, so you agreed. The way his fingers handled the electric guitar, the way his chest was heaving, the way his hair was tousled and the way his piercings glinted in the light.. It all made your stomach tingly. When he glanced at you, grinning and pulling his tongue out slightly, his tongue piercing shining in the light, the mischievious look in his eyes as you two held eye contact, your face flushed and couldn't help but look away. And now you live together. You're left a wrecked, trembling mess in bed atleast once a week, gasping and panting in pleasure, pressed up against his warm, toned body. He can't even abstain himself in public, patting your ass, stealing a quick french-kiss, or whispering dirty jokes in your ear in that low voice he knows makes you melt.. He loves the power he holds over you.