#bladee x reader

summary: Bladee helps you try lean for the first time!! contents: Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Groping, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, No Sex, No Smut,Forced Drug Intake, Forced Intoxication! divider by @/mieluno <3

You sat next to him your knees practically bumping against each other, watching as he swirled the liquid in the bottle, watching it spin from clear to an off-putting purple-ish color, probably from the mix of candy and cough syrup. You couldn't tell him you were nervous; you could barely speak, the way his hands moved, and the way he let out the laugh that was almost mocking you. It all happened quickly. It all mixed together, him motioning to you after letting it slide down his own throat, the liquid leaving a soft shine on his lips, your eyes wide and focused on him, tilting his head as he moved closer, mumbling to you now. "It's not so bad, baby, c'mon..." His accent sounding thick from his slurred words. Moving his hand to snake it around your waist, pulling you close, his other hand sneaking down the bottle. "Just give it a taste?" He motioned the neck of the bottle to your warm mouth, your cheeks fuzzy from the cold room, or maybe your anxiousness. He let you squirm slightly before his soft hand found your jaw instead of your hip, leaving a cold spot there as he tipped the bottle into your forced-open mouth and closed it. His forceful hand made you swallow against your will, the syrup slipping down your throat, leaving an overwhelming taste in your mouth, making you shiver, your breath slowing as the drink took over you, not needing much to have an effect, given how strong Bladee made it. His hand slowly crept down your shoulder, bringing his finger to your mouth, wiping the liquid away, tinting your lips a soft purple that smudged away quickly. "See, not so bad, is it?" he whispered into your ear, pulling you closer, leaning into him reluctantly, letting his hand go up into your messy hair. it felt like his hands were burning into your soft skin, all over, gently petting your hair as it kicked in your pupils going pin-point. Your head tilted back to look up at him, your eyes meeting his big blue ones, his eyes tracing over you like he was hungry and you found out why as his mouth met yours, needy and unpleasant as his teeth clanked into yours. Kissing back with no other choice, your hand found his face, his hand dropping down to stabilize himself on the soft sheets of your bed, the other pinning your hip down, mumbling something against your lips you couldn't make out, his lips wet, coating your own in his silky spit. The hand on your hip pushed the fabric up, slanting it as his fingers dug into the newly exposed skin, leaving soft indents as his lips worked against your own, his slight stubble rough against your chin, not that you could focus on anything right now with how out of it you were. Bladee pulled back to messily push your hair away, "You're like an angel, aren't you?" You had this scared look plastered on your face that he was so in love with his eyes, admiring your slightly parted lips and wide eyes, the closed bottle of laced Sprite laying in your bed somewhere, his hands keeping you all trapped with him not that you minded at this point your eyes tracing over his slack jaw and the slight movements he made to keep you close. Knowing he had you trapped, his hand slipped up your shirt. His cold hands running along your smooth skin, feeling the slight goosebumps he left. His hand adjusting to cup at your chest, gently squeezing at it as his mouth kept pressing sloppy kisses onto yours. His tongue swiping along your bottom lip and when you kept your mouth shut, His tightened grip on your body sure made you gasp enough to give him the opening he wanted. The muscle in his mouth slipping over yours, forcing you to moan into his mouth, hesitant.

yo.. don't even fucking play mikey like im not even playing