forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

♡ xviii. sleepy

"are you sure?"

"yes, it's fine. we've done this before! you just don't remember it bunny" max puts a hand on my waist "you can trust me."

i look away

"okay.." i mutter and he sits down on the bed. i turn away to face the wall and plop the clean clothes on the ground below me and start taking off my shirt

"come on puppy, don't you trust me?" i turn my head towards him

"i.. i do its just.. i don't know, i'm just not comfortable" i turn back towards the wall

"fine, we have to get familiar somehow, but fine. stay towards the wall, it'll just be harder later" he sighs

"okay.." i finish taking off my shirt and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my front. i pull off my wet jeans and reluctantly pull down my underwear as well. i put on a loose gray t-shirt with the metallica logo on it and toss on the pizza printed boxers as well

i turn around to see max palming his groin, his jeans unzipped and his hand under his underwear

"so um- HEY WOAH WOAHH WHAT THE HELL?!" i exclaim and turn back towards the wall, covering my eyes

"oh come on puppy what do you expect me to do?" he continues bunching and rubbing his groin "you just look so pretty"

"i can't, max- not right now. i'm sorry. can you just- put that away and then we can talk?"

"ugh. fine.." i hear the shuffling of fabric and a zzppp. i hesitantly turn around and sit opposite to max on the bed

"look, i just want to make you feel o" he rummages around in his bag and pulls out a small flask and then walks over to the bedside table

"what are you doing?"

"i'm just pouring you something.." he pours the contents of the flask into an empty beer can and shuffles around in his pocket and pulls something out and plops it in before pouring more into the can. he walks over to me and hands me the can "that should do it" he says before sitting down next to me

"what is this?"

"doesn't matter, just skull it"

i start cautiously drinking from the can before max puts his hand on the bottom and tips more into my mouth. i choke and cough but eventually finish the can

"that should do it" he chuckles

"phope you didn't give me window cleaner or something" i wipe my mouth

"nah it's just.. my own little concoction... con-COCK-tion.. hehah"

i glare over at him

"shut the fuck up"

"okay" he giggles

he lights the end of a new fag and puts it in his mouth

"when'd ya start smoking?" i ask

"eh i don't fuckin know, too much brain damage" he coughs out

"ah i see i see.. wait, how old am i?"

"old enough" he spits back and hands me the cig. i take a drag from it and then instantly feel light-headed. he notices this and puts his hand on my shoulder

"you alright?" he takes the cig from me and puts it on the nightstand

"i uh, i don't feel too good.." i put my hands on my knees and close my eyes

"umnghH" chad groans from the bathroom floor and after a moment i see him walk out

"hey chad" max looks up from me and at chad

"hey max, what's goin' on with the girl?" he points at me. i look up at chad, my eyes half closed and my vision blurry

"this is what happens when you get fockin' waysted when you're y/a-" he starts

"SHH" max snaps

chad looks at him weirdly and then sits down on the carpet

"jesus there's a lot of blood and grog in this thing.." chad says while rubbing the soaked carpet with his foot "didya have yeh fuckin period or somethin on this man?"

"don't blame me!" he replies quickly

"who the fuck am i supposed to blame, the queen?"

"anyway, she's not feelin too hot. too much grog i think.." max continues

"alright, try and stand up" chad says to me. max tries to wrap his arm around my shoulder but i get up anyways. my legs buckle in and my head feels like it's spinning. i start to collapse onto the floor

>max's pov<

"woahh!" i catch y/n by the armpits "yeah, you're wasted, come on just lay down" i pull her up to the bed and she slumps over "seems like she's out.." i nudge her with my hand

"the fuck did you give to 'er?" chad says

"nothing! just grog and weed"

he looks at me quizzically

"it's true! just hop off my cock, bro. this is my girl. just let me do my thing"

"wait, didn't you fucking kidnap 'er? why the fuck am i lettin yah do this shit?"

"because i feed you" i toss him a beer "there, knock yourself out"

he catches the beer with the most precision he's probably ever had and cracks it open like a kid opening presents on christmas morning

"guzzling it like a fucking baby suckling a teet" i laugh at him

"fuck off cunt you haven't sucked a tit in months" he flips me off

"yeah.. sure chad. believe that all you want"