Rules are made to be drunkenly broken [FM]

I used to date a guy I had rough sex with. After an unfortunate incident where I got hurt when we were having drunk sex he instituted a rule where he wouldn’t fuck me if I had been drinking.

We mostly stuck to it.

We were in an obscure country where certain quarters were a bit conservative, especially when it came to serving me alcohol. We found a creative way around this was to say I was his wife. When a certain bar tender pointed out our passports had different last names, I froze.

“That’s because… we’re on our honeymoon. We just got married,” my friend finally said.

The bar tender’s face lit up. “Congratulations! Have a special drink on me!”

That special drink turned into 6. Folks at the bar were very excited for us and kept buying us drinks and no one questioned my consumption for once. Those six drinks turned into two bottles of wine back at my apartment. By the time we went to bed we were both squarely wasted and giggly about the events of the evening.

I didn’t even get ready, I just collapsed onto the bed while he stripped to his boxers. While he was in the bathroom I took my clothes off and threw on his T-shirt because it was close by and I was wasted.

When he crawled into bed he started passing out but put one hand on me to say goodnight.

“Good god, Viola! [Safeword].”

“What? Fuck off, I’m not even moving.”

“You’re in just my T-shirt right now? Jesus, please go put on pants.”

“I have underwear on.”

“You have on a thong. Seriously, I can’t sleep next to you like this.”

“You’re safewording me over a T-shirt? You’re in boxers right now.”

“Fine I’ll put on a shirt.”

I took off his shirt and threw it at him.

“Fuck!” He yelled. “[Safeword]! Go fucking put on clothes or I’m going to actually get mad.”

“I like it when you’re mad.”

“[Safeword].”

I huffed and pulled out the absolute ugliest T-shirt and sweatpants I own. I don’t want to brag but I looked straight up unfuckable.

“Are you happy now?” I asked as I twirled around once. “Is this appropriately repulsive enough for you?”

“I don’t know. Spin around again but slower this time.”

I stared at him. “Sometimes I am curious how you ended up this fucking weird and then I realize I do not want to know.”

“If you keep insulting me you’re going to make me hard and that’s not good for either of us.”

*See, this is funny because it’s true.*

“Jesus, go to bed.” I collapsed beside him and mumbled, “This is the lamest honeymoon I’ve ever been on.”

He started laughing. “You don’t get enough credit for how witty you are.”

I turned to him. “Yes I do. That’s basically all anyone tells me. V is witty.”

He stopped moving and looked at me with a wicked smile. “Your confidence is hot… It’s that much more fun when I humble you.”

“Oh my god!” I turned on the lamp beside us. “What is wrong with you? Do you want to fuck or not?”

“We can’t.”

“Get yourself off then. You’re driving me insane.”

He kind of shrugged and started touching himself while I stood over him.

*NGL, it was pretty hot. I liked watching him do this.*

“Now I wish you still had my shirt on,” he breathed.

“I can just keep insulting you…”

*Mother fucker. I shouldn’t be this turned on.*

I finally sighed. “I have to-“

“-it’s fine,” he interjected.

I crawled beside him and pulled my very ugly sweatpants down. I started getting myself off.

The moment I let out I moan I heard him say, “Fuck.” He rolled over on top of me and ripped my sweatpants fully off. He settled in between my legs and looked at me. “I need to know this is ok.”

“This is your rule, not mine.”

“Say it’s ok.”

“I want this really bad. It’s ok.”

“Don’t… just don’t provoke me. We’re going full vanilla.”

“Provoke you?”

“You know what I mean.”

I was aching between my legs. Normally I would have messed with him more but I needed it. “I will not try to get you to punish me… just please fuck me.”

The moment he was inside me it was like my whole body tightened around him. He had to let me adjust a few moments before he started moving himself in and out.

He thrust into me and I cried out.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yes! It just feels really good.”

He went in again and I whimpered. “Are you sure you’re ok? Am I hurting you?” He asked again.

“No, it feels really good. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re freaking out.”

I stopped him. “You think I’m freaking out because usually when you fuck me I’m either bent over or my face is being pushed into the mattress. This is my normal sex face. You just forgot.”

“Oh.” He thrust into me again and had to arch my back to take it. “I might have to fuck you like this more. This is really hot.”

“That would require non-degrading…” *he thrust into me* “…SEX!” I cried.

“I could do vanilla.”

“You’re chatty when you’re…” *thrust* “…DRUNK!”

“Nah, I just really like hearing what my dick is doing to you.”

“Oh my god, fuck…” *thrust* “…ME.”

And he did. He put his arms underneath me and pulled me towards him as he started moving faster. I was afraid if I touched him I’d get rough so I grabbed the sheets and squeezed.

“Please don’t stop,” I whispered.

I wanted to scratch his back. I wanted to pull his hair. I wanted to slap him. Instead I just leaned back, dug my fingers into the mattress, and let myself build.

“Tell me I’m allowed to come.”

“Damn it, don’t say that. Just come.”

I did. I screamed into his ear while I climaxed.

“It’s going to take me a while,” he said. “I’m too drunk.”

“I think I’m fine with that,” I gasped. He kept going, holding me down gently as he went deep. He played with my hair as he kept going in and out. He finally reared his head back as he came inside of me.

“Never again,” he said as he rolled off me. “We have rules.”

I started laughing when he asked me what was funny I just said, “I’ve never really seen you orgasm up close.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sosuep/rules_are_made_to_be_drunkenly_broken_fm