ⓘ noncon/rape, sex under the influence
Meanie!BF who doesn’t care how high you are. Aww, your mind is hazy and your limbs feel like pins and needles? You poor pathetic thing… he never said you had to do anything, put lay there and be his good little cock sleeve.
Meanie!BF who loves how pliant you are under him. Sure you’re not there fully, locked in a mental prison of haze and euphoria- but he can feel how wet you’re getting, your body never lies.
Meanie!BF who forces himself inside you even when you’re babbling for him to slow down. Every sound you make is squeaky and loud in your ears as he uses you.
Meanie!BF who doesn’t realize just how sensitive you are until he feels you leak around him. “Already?” He murmurs against your neck, big hands holding your squirming hips still as he hilts himself all the way inside, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him tight.
Meanie!BF who’s obsessed with how dependent you are on him in this moment. Your body is twitching as he pulls out, cum oozing from your hole and dribbling down your thighs. You’re too tired to clean yourself up, and when you attempt to stand on your own two feet you just fall back into his arms. You really can’t do anything without him, can you?
















