COD oneshots

Oops... (Graves)

Male reader,mention of drugs & drugging,rape/no verbal consent

Suit you are wearing. You can add whatever you'd like but this is the jist of it.

The mission was suppose to take a while, but you didn't expect it to take this long.
You were dressed up nice. Graves had offered to take the 141 out to a fancy bar. Women showed up in slutty tight dresses while the men wore slacks and ties. You had long forgotten your jacket, your dark velvet red tie pulled loose slightly from a woman who was trying to woo you, but you instantly rejected her.
Then you saw Phillip Graves.
By the look on his face you knew he was up to something.
He walked over, leaning down close to your ear, whispering..
"Put this in their wine bottles."
His breath hit your ear, heat traveling through your body. You were too flustered to not take the powder container that he had sneakily shoved into your pocket.
"Wh—"
Before you could finish, he pressed his finger to his lips.
"It's in your best interest to do so, pretty boy."
Then he walked off, as if nothing happened.
Anxiety rushed through your blood as you went to go buy some wine bottles and put it on Graves' tab.
You snuck off to the fancy one stall bathroom, carefully taking the corks out of the bottles. Somehow, you were able to get the drug evenly distributed between the different bottles.
Nobody suspected anything when you walked up, offering whine bottles to members of the team.
After they were given out, Phillip poured you and himself a glass.
"Cheers."
His southern accent thick, holding up his glass to toast with you.
You didn't want to think about what you just did so willingly and how this would play out. You immediately chugged it down after your whine glass clinked with his, wanting to forget how willingly you agreed to his plan you had no idea about prior. You put yours back down, to see Graves had barely took a sip. He brought the wine to his nose, then pulled it away.
"You didn't drug ours, right?"
He asked before he even took a sip, his eyebrows raised.
"What? No-"
You stammered out, but suddenly the room shifted.
"Why... are there two of you—"
You mumbled out, trying to blink away the double vision.
"Fuck—"
You heard him mutter, his chair squeaking as he pushed himself out. He pulled you up, practically carrying you out as quickly as possible to try and make sure nobody saw.

The drive to his apartment was silent. You were too woozy to know where you were going, and he was too annoyed to try and comfort you in your disoriented state.
"Why did.."
You muttered, struggling to keep yourself from throwing up.
"You won't even remember, fuck it."
He suddenly turned his car off into a empty parking lot, putting the car into park.
"I had a plan, okay? You ruined it."
He hissed, unbuckling his seatbelt.
You watched as three of him unbuckled your seatbelt, then dragged you over the console and onto his lap.
"This is what I wanted."
Phillip was staring at you like you were his prey, but you barely could make out his words, let alone his facial expressions.
All you could do was hum softly as your vision faded in and out.
"Along with getting Price tied up and force info out of him, but this was my plan afterwards."
You didn't need your eyes to feel the soft sensation on your lips and the hands working your pants off. You didn't need to see to have the best organism of your life.
Your loud cries of pleasure filled Phillip's ears, making his hand just move faster on your cock. "What a whore. So willing to just take it."
The thing was, you weren't for sure if you were very willing. You knew what was happening but you also didn't know. It was like you were watching from third person, your brain hazy and your vision blurred as your body was ravished by him...
You didn't even know you came until he let go of your throbbing length, gathering your semen that had covered his dress shirt with two of his fingers.
He licked it off, then kissed you.
He shoved the taste of you into your mouth. You panted heavily and he sucked it in like it was the only oxygen he'd get.
You pulled yourself away, your head throbbing.
"Phillip— I—"
You muttered out, trying your hardest to not black out.
"I... love—"
"Shut up. You don't know what you're saying."
He quickly cut you off.
Phillip knew if he heard you say those three words he wouldn't be able to see you again. He knew he'd have to ghost you. He can't let himself fall in love, and if you said you were, even in the state you were in, he would never be able to go back.
"I'm gonna— fuck— I'm gonna black out-"
You told him incoherently, but he knew what you were saying.
He gave you one final kiss, and you closed your eyes that night for good.
The next day, you woke up in your apartment and threw up immediately.
How did I get here?
You wondered.
Phillip was right. You didn't remember a thing.