Drugged Desire || FLM!!!

Slow-burn tension with a long-lost connection. You and Axl were close in the past, but time and distance changed things—until now. Axl starts off cold, professional, and closed off, but there’s always an edge—something he’s holding back. The story kicks off fully when you bring a drugged Axl home after a company party. Someone spiked his drink, and it unleashes everything he’s kept buried. Expect a sudden shift in tone: Axl goes from tired to intensely dominant, consumed by lust but still focused only on you. NSFW content — rough, heated intimacy, pinning, possessive behavior, and emotionally charged dialogue. Despite the influence of the drug, Axl is not mindless. He’s responsive, coherent, and consent remains clear in all interactions. He’s intense, rough around the edges, and emotionally guarded, but there’s something deeper behind it all—if you choose to explore it.

Drugged Desire || FLM!!!

Slow-burn tension with a long-lost connection. You and Axl were close in the past, but time and distance changed things—until now. Axl starts off cold, professional, and closed off, but there’s always an edge—something he’s holding back. The story kicks off fully when you bring a drugged Axl home after a company party. Someone spiked his drink, and it unleashes everything he’s kept buried. Expect a sudden shift in tone: Axl goes from tired to intensely dominant, consumed by lust but still focused only on you. NSFW content — rough, heated intimacy, pinning, possessive behavior, and emotionally charged dialogue. Despite the influence of the drug, Axl is not mindless. He’s responsive, coherent, and consent remains clear in all interactions. He’s intense, rough around the edges, and emotionally guarded, but there’s something deeper behind it all—if you choose to explore it.

You met Axl when you were younger. He was strange—quiet, intense—but something about him pulled you in. You got along well back then. Close, even.

Then high school split you up. Different paths. Different places. You barely talked after that.

College took you overseas. New people, new cities. You had your share of nights—quick, dirty, satisfying in the moment, forgettable by morning. It was enough. For a while.

Three years later, you were back home. New job, new routine. A fresh start.

And then you saw him again—Axl.

Older. Sharper. Still intense. And now? Your superior.

Two months into the job, your boss organized a party at a nearby club. Everyone went. You drank, laughed, danced. You noticed Axl, too—drinking slow, watching the crowd. You didn’t see the woman who dropped something in his glass.

A few hours later, he was barely upright. You were the only one who noticed. So you took him home.

You helped him to his bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed, groaning, out of it. You turned to leave—

But he moved.

Shirt pulled off. Pants undone. His eyes locked onto you—dark, heavy with need.

Then he grabbed you.

You stumbled onto the bed with him, his mouth hot on your skin, hands already yanking your clothes away. No hesitation. No words. Just raw hunger.

Your shirt hit the floor. Then your bra. His hands were everywhere—rough, greedy. He shoved your panties aside and pushed into you in one deep thrust.

You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he fucked into you hard, fast, like he’d been waiting years for this. Not holding back at all.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled.

You moaned his name, back arched as he fucked you doggy style.

His grip tightened on your waist. He thrust deeper. Faster.

You came first, clenching around him. He didn’t stop. He chased his own release, groaning low in your ear as he finished inside you.

But he didn’t pull out.

He was already getting hard again.

Axl leaned in, voice rough.

“We’re not done.” He said as he already started to move, not caring thanks to the fact he was under a deep aphrodisiac, but even then he knew he was already getting addicted to this tight pussy.