forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xix. remember

"the fuck are ya doin? sleeping on the glass?"

chad lays down on the carpet

"fuck offf let me live, i aint even sleepin" chad says groggily

"yeah, sure"

>5 minutes later<

aand he's out. i should prob check on y/n, the drug is pretty strong and i do not want a dead girl in my room.

i put my hand on her chest to feel if she's breathing

...
um..?
...
UMMM????!?

i finally feel her take a breath

HELL yeah. i thought she might've been dead for a minute there

alright, chads out, y/n's out, time to get creative

y/n is laying on her side, and so i roll her onto her back. her ill-fitting clothes bunch in weird places and slouch off of her body.

she won't remember this anyway.

>your pov<

i stir awake, my brain still foggy and my eyes glazed

"mhg.. wh-what.. what are you doing.." i say hazily

i can barely see or think, but i feel kisses going down my abdomen and hands groping my breasts from under my shirt

"you're so fucking beautiful.." max puts his hand through one of the large leg holes in the boxers, one still on my breast

i try and push his head away but my arms are too weak. they feel like noodles.

"shh, shh, you're safe, you're safe" he hushes and looks up at me

my eyelids get heavy

"what are you.."

i let my neck flop to the side and feel myself fading out again

"it's alright, you're with me, just go back to sleep.."

the last thing i see before i'm knocked out is max towering over me, unzipping his pants

max snakes his hands all over y/n's limp body. he finally unzips his aching hard on from the waistband of his jeans when he hears y/n begin to mutter

"it's alright, you're with me, just go back to sleep.." he shushes and tugs her boxers off before grinding against her abdomen and cunt. an idea so exciting pops into his mind and he instantly stops what he's doing. originally, he was just going to give her a normal fuck, as it'd be much easier for him when she's unresponsive and not trying to murder him.

instead, he yanks her up by her shoulders so then she is forced to go into an, admittedly, quite floppy kneeling position. he yanks her hair to lift her head up and peels open one of her eyes.

white, rolled back, and bloodshot.

perfect.

he chuckles at how pathetic she looks

>the next morning<

i'm awoken by the bright light shining through gaps in the curtains. i look around the cluttered room to see max and chad passed out, one on the bed, one on the floor.

max has barely anything on except his boxers and a t-shirt.

my shirt is pulled up to my neck revealing my breasts, and my shorts are pulled down to my knees

i look over at both nightstands looking for an alarm clock, but they're filled with empty bottles and roach ends. the only alarm clock in the room is unplugged and on the floor. even if it was plugged in, my vision is too blurry to see any of the numbers.

what the fuck happened?

i look back over at max and he opens his eyes to look at me

"good morning, angel" he puts his arm around my stomach

holy fucking shit.