drugged - vikturi

20

I woke up in a bed. Not my bed, I recognised it as Viktor. I had an intense, pulsing headache, and my throats felt so dry. I felt a warm presence next to me, knowing it was Viktor, I turn over, facing his sleeping face.

He's just so beautiful...

Why did I forgive him?

I just... can't be mad at him?

It took me long enough to realise that I was fully naked, along with Viktor too. Worried, I look around the room for evidence of something happening last night. I saw my clothes crumpled up on the floor in a mess, and several ashes and bags of suspicious plant like things inside them.

That's right.

I did weed.

With Viktor.

I got up, I noticed my underwear were wrapped around my ankles. I sigh once more, taking them off fully. I walk over to his dresser.

I hope he doesn't mind if I wear his clothes...

I look in his drawer and pull out a black dress shirt, I put it on and buttoned it up. After I did so, I felt a cold hand slap me right on my ass, I yelp and look back to see Viktor.

"Did I surprise you?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes! Don't do that...!" I blushed.

"Hmm... well you seemed to want me to do that last night though."

I froze.

"Ehhhh?" I turned around and faced him, worry on my face.

"I hope you're joking..."

"Does this look like the face of a liar?"

I let out a large breath and leant against the dresser, facing away from him, slightly bending over. I covered my face with my hands.

Jesus Christ...

What am I doing?

I felt Viktor's crotch touch my ass, and I squealed a bit. He brought his mouth up to my ear and whispered.

"You're one kinky bastard, you know that right?" I shuddered.

"Maybe... later tonight... do you want to try something new?" I gulped and pulled myself out of his grip.

What have I gotten myself into...?

I dodged the question.

"Is it okay for me to wear your clothes?" I ask, shyly.

"Sure..." he said in disappointment.

What do I do now?