Daddy coming home to his puppy after a long day, bringing him a blunt because he knows the way his puppy gets when hes high. Puppy's tail immediately starts wagging when he sees the treat, excited that he gets to smoke n cuddle w his daddy (puppy is so stupid he doesnt know that his daddy only wants to get in his pants!)
Daddy makes him sit n wait for it patiently, lighting it for his pup. Smiling when he starts coughing after the first couple hits, running his hand through the pup's hair, tugging on it, puppy looking up at his daddy with a stupid, grateful smile.
Puppy getting all whiny n pliant from the thc, a lazy little mess. Climbing into his daddy's lap, rubbing his face into his neck. Feeling so fuzzy n stupid, biting into his daddy's neck. Dumb mutt can't even ask for what he wants anymore.
Daddy forcing his fingers into the pup's mouth, letting him drool n gag on them, his other hand moving into mutt's pants. Tears immediately forming in the pup's eyes from all the touching. God, you are just disgusting aren't you, puppy? A little bit of weed n ure already gagging for it.
Puppy bites down on daddy's fingers but he js shoves them deeper, making puppy choke on them!
being surrounded by tgirls who are coaxing you to drink and take hits every so often, despite you not wanting too. with the full intent of passing you around and raping your drunken cuntgirl holes when you're too intoxicated to fight back <3
god bless loser men who feel guilty about what they want. a man who sees a little faggot in a skirt and feels sick to his stomach because he wants to bend him over the nearest surface and pump him full of cum. but he can't, right? that would be so wrong.
a guy who'll buy you drinks, who'll listen to you talk, who'll laugh at your jokes, all while fighting a losing battle with his dick. he's trying to be a good guy, he really is. he's trying to respect you. but you're making it so hard. the way you're sitting, the way you're smiling, the way you're looking at him. the way your shirt rides up just enough he can see your waistline, the fluff on your stomach trailing down below your jeans.
an older guy who insists he's not gay, that you're just young and pretty and he can't help it. he'll take you back to his place, pour you another drink. he'll tell you about his wife, his kids. he's trying to guilt trip himself into stopping. but you're just so fucking cute, and the liquor has set his blood ablaze. he'll have you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he'll be whispering "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" as he's fucking you raw, hoping to god that he doesn't become a father again.
stoner gf who invites me over to her place to smoke, stoner gf who sneaks edibles into my snacks till im so boneless and hazy i can only make whiny little moans as she shotguns hits directly into my mouth. stoner gf who convinces me im not high yet, just overheating, and uses that excuse to rip off my clothes. stoner girl who gets me brainless and drooling so she can shove fingers into all my holes with no resistance, my pussy making wet noises with the slightest bit of movement, all the while im too stoned to even register her fingerfucking my needy cunt. im so far gone all i can do is go whine and moan as she positions my ass up and my face down, and rams her cock into my pussy till i pass out...
suguru is watching intently, his eyes trained on your writhing, whimpering form as he pushes his index and ring fingers inside you.
he reaches deeper than you ever could, curling the digits like he knows exactly how you need him to touch you. each thrust is deliberate, forceful with the intention to leave you reeling. your clouded mind scrambles to hold onto the reality of your situation as you're pinned beneath suguru's hands, completely at his mercy for him to turn you into a spectacle for your audience.
you shouldn't feel as good as you do. you should feel disgusting, it is disgusting, but that doesn't stop you from soaking the hand that's pleasuring you. your arousal seeps out around his fingers, webs of slick connecting the two of you in a sticky mess.
your body sinks into the plush mattress of satoru's bed and sweat beads across your forehead. the air in the room is suffocating, hanging thickly over you, its weight is amplified by body heat and a tension that only worsens when your head lolls to the side. the sheets are soft against your cheek, a weak form of comfort as your eyes flutter open to be met with the same piercing blue stare that you've grown up seeing everyday.
just never like this.
you panicked when you first noticed that your brother had slipped into the room after you and suguru. you pleaded with slurred words for suguru to stop, your tongue heavy from the multitude of drinks that had been poured down your throat earlier in the night.
you've always wanted suguru. you were the little sister that fell for her older brother's best friend—a cliché. but you didn't want him like this, with your own brother in the room, his gaze defiling you more than another set of hands ever could.
"but it is his room," suguru mused. dexterous fingers slipped between your legs as you tried to reply, fingertips gliding along the lacy fabric of your panties, applying just enough pressure to distract you.
"or maybe you wanted him to see us. you have your own room, don't you? we could've gone there instead."
you shook your head lightly and smacked your dry lips in an attempt to find some words for him, but all you achieved was a low groan as the motion sent a wave of dizziness through you. maybe if you had more awareness you would have reminded him that he was the one who led you here. he was the one that got you drunk and then wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side and leaning down to your ear so he could ask if you wanted to go upstairs with him.
suguru had always been aware of your little crush, you really couldn't have been more obvious. so he already expected it when you nodded dumbly and stumbled along behind him, straight into your brother's room.
and now your skirt is bunched around your hips with your shirt tugged up high enough to let your tits fall out. those lace panties you'd chosen specially for suguru have been rudely yanked to the side, giving satoru a clear view of his baby sister's pretty cunt being stuffed full of his best friend's fingers.
"fuck, she looks so tight." satoru's breathless, his stiff cock resting in his hand as he jerks himself off to the sight in front of him.
"she is," suguru hums, scissoring his fingers in a way that makes you squirm, a small whine tumbling out of your throat. "poor thing can barely handle this, i'm not sure i'll fit."
he speaks with amusement because he knows that no matter what, you will take him. he’s been imagining what it'd feel like to be buried inside his best friend's little sister for so long, he can’t keep himself from you anymore. especially because suguru was only restraining himself out of fear of what satoru might think.
and then he found out just how depraved his friend really is when he walked in on satoru stroking his cock, a dirty pair of your sleep shorts pressed up to his nose.
he tried to play it off at first, but suguru knew they were yours, he'd seen you in them countless times. such a cute pair, they always gave him the perfect outline of your pretty pussy when you'd bend over in them.
your eyes drift between suguru and satoru, but you can't make out what they are saying. their words sound muffled, muted by the ringing in your ears and the bass from the party still going on downstairs. though it hardly matters. even if you could hear what they were saying, the only thing you're able to focus on now is the uncomfortable feeling pooling low in your stomach.
your hands scramble to claw at suguru's arm, your brows pinched together with an expression as close to a look of concern as you can manage. "w-wai… sugu," you breathe.
suguru gives you his attention, more curious as to whether you'll be able to form the words you want than what you actually have to say. his fingers slow to a languid rhythm, his thumb hooking around your pelvis to rub lightly against your clit.
after several failed attempts to communicate where your sentences were cut off by a loud moan and a twitch of your hips, you finally manage three little words, "n-need to go."
"go? you don't wanna be here with me?" the fake hurt in suguru's voice registers all too real in your hazy mind and panic strikes in your chest once more.
you'd never want to upset suguru, you care about him too much.
"bathroom…" you whine as you make a pathetic attempt to push suguru's hands away. it’s the best explanation you can offer at the moment.
he doesn't budge an inch, but the pitiful sight of you causes the corners of his lips to quirk up, similar to the way satoru's cock twitches in his grasp.
you're just coherent enough to know that what you're feeling is wrong. as suguru touches you, you're not experiencing the the normal pressure of an impending orgasm. instead, it's a worrying pressure that makes you try to wriggle out of suguru's grasp.
he knows exactly what you're feeling.
your bladder is so full that it's starting to ache. you're past the point of being able to completely hold it in and the once creamy slick that coated suguru's hand has turned watery. it’s louder each time he plunges his fingers back into your tight heat, and messier as the wetness starts to splash onto his wrist.
with your heart racing in your chest, you make one last futile attempt to persuade your brother's friend to let you up so that you can make a run for the toilet. "s-stop! please i—."
"fuck, i'm so close. keep going," satoru interrupts. his cock is throbbing in his palm, his pupils are blown so wide you can hardly tell the color of his irises.
it's already bad enough being forced to endure whatever suguru wants to put you through under your brother's heated gaze. but that embarrassment reaches impossible heights when suguru plunges his fingers deep inside your sopping cunt one last time, using his other hand to press down onto your stomach until a steady stream of piss is leaking out of you.
satoru is ruined. the moment he sees the glaringly obvious look of shame on your face, he can't stop the obscene moan of your name that slips past his lips as he shoots thick ropes of cum into his hand.
he knows that he's beyond fucked up for this. he can try to reason with himself that it wasn't his idea and that makes it better, but he knows that's a lie. at the end of the day, he just cared about getting to see his best friend humiliate his little sister more than anything else, and there's no salvation from that.
but you just look so pretty with your cheeks flushed red, your eyes glassy with tears as you look anywhere but at them. you can't bear to meet their eyes.
"such a messy girl… just like your brother." suguru stares at the way satoru's cum is dripping onto the floor of his room as his cock softens in his hand. it's nothing compared to the near puddle that you've made on the bed.
your skirt is soaked through as you remain held in place, laying in your own pee as suguru finally slips his hand out of your sore pussy.
you hate them both.
you hate that you trusted either of them to take care of you.
you hate that there was an inexplicable swell to your ego when you saw how hard your brother came just from watching you.
and most of all, you hate the way your pussy is still slick with arousal, your legs spreading further apart on instinct when you see suguru shifting in his seat to finally tug his pants off.
your older brother invited his best friend over, aiming to spend the night getting wasted in the basement. his friend makes a passive comment, something about you being a straight-edged loser. your brother chuckles. "nah, my little bro is cool. he'll do whatever i want. isn't that right?"
your brother is never that nice to you unless he wants something, and he's never asking, it's always a demand.
"c'mon, you can handle a little bit of magic, right?" his friend holds up a piece of chocolate, a cartoon mushroom with a concerning grimace is stamped on the top. you can handle it. you can handle anything he throws at you.
later, when the world is melting and you can't feel your own skin, you feel a big hand slip across your thigh. your brother is whispering something to you. something about how good you are, how well you're taking it, but he isn't talking about the drugs. he's talking about the way you're letting him slip a finger inside you.
"dude, no way! do you think he's gonna remember any of this? can i—?" you hear the friend say, before your brother shushes him. "he never remembers, isn't that right, buddy?"
the next thing you know, you're being filled to the brim with both of their cocks, and it's the only thing in the entire world that actually feels real.
Warning! ⚠️ This post includes Fauxcest and Intox play. This is between fully consenting adults and not actually related.
Dad that gets me all drunk in his lap. I'm all giggly and clingy as he's barely tipsy. Smug and proud smile on his face as he pets me. His pretty daughter walked into this one all because I wanted to drink with him. Letting me kiss his face and grind against him. Until his bulge is trying to break free from his zipper.
Dad pushing me onto the floor and telling me to take care of it. Watching me undo his belt and zipper. Before I can start sucking on his cock he grabs my face. Forces more alcohol down my throat to make sure I'm really good for him. I cough as I finally pull his cock out. Drunk, stupid smile on my face as I put my face to it. Showing off with a giggle how big and hard it is before taking it into my mouth.
Dad moaning as he continues to drink. I'm bobbing my head trying to take as much as I can. Being all messy because I'm too drunk to care. Dad forcing me to deep throat him as I just giggle when I'm allowed to pull away. Spit and precum dripping from my lips. My hips grinding down on nothing, my poor cunt wanting attention. Until dad pulls me back into his lap when he's getting close.
Yanking my panties to the side and sitting me on his cock. Taking his so easily because I'm already so wet for him. Bouncing on his cock like the good daughter I am. He watches my tits and how my body moves on him. He only stops me to make me keep drinking. Like the clumsy daughter I am it spills down my chest but we don't care. It is a pretty sight though, his messy, drunk, and desperate daughter riding him.
Eventually I lose focus because I'm so close, I can't keep going on my own. So dad finally puts down the drink and grabs my hips tightly. Makes me keep bouncing on his cock, quicker, and harder. He's been holding back his own high. So finally he's getting it as he makes me cum too. I'm shaking as I come down with a hazy smile. Leaning in to kiss him, the kiss is messy but just the beginning of a long night dad planned.
Forcing her to drink until she’s a drunk pathetic mess and force myself on her, fooling around in her pants while she weakly tries to push me off and beg me to stop has to be one of my biggest fantasies.
i love the idea of being openly drugged. like imagine you're hanging out in the kitchen, yapping about god knows what to him. he's making you something to drink, and then he takes something out of his pocket, and right in front of you, with full eye contact, drops it in.
you ask him what it is and he shrugs. "i just want you to be good for me."
not because you'd fight back, not because you need to be tricked and forced to do what he says, just because he likes you best when you're hazy and compliant and your eyes are rolling back in your head. and you want to be everything he wants.
really wish someone would hold me in place n shotgun smoke into my mouth.. hit after hit until i’m too boneless to even hold myself up anymore.. dumb n pliable so they can use me however they want
“Look at the camera, baby. Tell everyone how much you love Daddy’s cock. Aww don’t cry, sweetie. You’re just gonna make Daddy want to fuck you even harder. Be a good girl, look at the camera. That’s right. Just like that. Show everyone what a little slut you are. Tell them how good Daddy’s cock feels in your tight little cunt. Baby, if you keep crying like that, Daddy’s gonna have to really give you something to cry about.”
Thinking such nasty dirty thoughts today. Wanna get so high that I'm a clingy, cuddly, whiny little mess. Wanna clutch my stuffie to my chest and have my little kidcunt violated. I want my Daddy to molest me while i pretend i dont know what he's doing. I want him to make me cum round one of his fingers and shudder at the thought of how tightly I would squeeze his cock. I want his heart to melt at how glassy my eyes are and how much im trembling beneath him
