"You look so fucking pretty when you're out of it baby..have another hit for me, that's it, a nice big one...now look at me. Don't be shy, darling, look right at me, I want to watch the moment those beautiful eyes glaze over..."
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.
Summary: When you use your key to Jack’s apartment for the first time, you discover that he has a vice you never knew about.
Tags/Notes: established relationship, porn without plot, shotgunning, nipple play, fingering, some pussy pronouns, dumbification, degradation/humiliation, daddy kink, softdom!jack, aftercare
Content: smoking weed, high sex (obviously), discussions of cnc
A/N: i didn't have an intox kink a month ago and you can thank @ccarisi for ruining me
Word Count: 4.1k
“Jack, I’m here!” You call out as you shut his front door behind you and make your way to the kitchen, dropping an armful of takeout containers on the counter, “I picked up Chinese from that little place you like; figured you could use some real food since you never cook for yourself.”
When you don’t hear his voice or his footsteps, your brows wrinkle. You head toward the living room, hearing the TV up way louder than usual, blasting a raunchy sitcom you know is his late-night guilty pleasure. You round the corner and see something that makes your jaw fall to the floor.
Now this is good. This is really fucking good.
Jack Abbot absolutely does not have vices. Before you dated, you thought he was sober or something. Even since, you’d been under the impression he was mostly straight-edge without making a big deal of it. You’d seen him have a couple beers with Robby on occasion during a game, but there’s no alcohol in his house. He doesn’t smoke cigarettes, he doesn’t over-indulge in sweets, he doesn’t use sex to distract himself. He never talks about youthful days spent partying and he turns down every invitation to bars and clubs, no matter who’s asking.
But here he is with a fat joint between his first two fingers, reclined on his couch, no shirt and gray sweats, completely vegetating on his day off of work. He takes a long drag and you decide it’s the right moment to interrupt him. Barely able to contain your grin, you cross your arms over your chest, step into the light, and ask like you imagine his Irish Catholic mother would, “Jack Anthony Abbot, are you getting high?”
Coughing out surprised smoke, he sits straight upright and wheezes, “You, ah, you used your key.”
Raising an eyebrow, you reply, “That’s why you gave it to me, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I just-” He takes another break to finish coughing, the shock of being caught by you making him breathe wrong. After a swig of water, he says, “Figured you’d text me if you were coming over.”
“I did,” you tell him, holding up your phone to show not just one but three texts gradually announcing your arrival. “So wasted you didn’t even feel your phone vibrate?”
He waves the smoke from the air and rolls his eyes. “Please, I’m not even high yet.”
When he moves to stub out the joint, you catch his wrist and level him with a heady gaze. You take it from his hand and lift it to your own lips instead. His eyes train on your mouth as you pull in a deep lungful and hold it. Heat billows in your lungs and scorches your throat as you drop yourself into his lap. In a move that sends throbbing lust straight to his cock, you grip his jaw, open up his mouth, and blow the smoke back into him.
Jack’s eyelids flutter shut as you close the remaining gap between your bodies and kiss him, wanting, open-mouthed, tongue demanding against his. He breathes smoke out through his nose and the warmth embodies you both. When he sees how your nipples poke through your scrub top, he grunts, “Fuck.”
Leaning back, you hand the joint to him and tease, “You were gonna get high by yourself while I moped around after work, all lonely and horny and missing you?”
He shrugs; the slightly embarrassed pink in his cheeks is too adorable. “It’s the start of my seven off. Figured our week-long sleepover could wait until tomorrow.”
Like you don’t do this once a month, you kiss him and grin. “Week-long sleepover, huh?”
He smirks into the kiss. “If you’re not busy.”
“For my stoner boyfriend? Never.”
“I’m not some stoner,” he protests, handing the joint back to you to make a point. “It’s medicinal.”
“Okay, doctor, sorry for teasing.” You giggle and shake your head, the weed starting to fizzle a bit in your brain. “You want this or should I put it out? I can’t have any more or I’ll become a whiny, snacky zombie.”
A whiff of mischief curls at Jack’s lips. “My little lightweight, huh?”
You roll your eyes and reply, “You’ve seen me drink, babe; I can’t hold my liquor, either.”
Jack smirks and lifts the joint teasingly to your lips. “C’mon, sweetheart, do one more puff for me.”
“Jackie,” you warn, not sounding particularly serious about putting him off. Suddenly, you know where this is going. You and Jack have played around with CNC scenes before. After agreeing sober, he’s gotten you way, way too drunk and had his way with you, leaving you loose and delicious. So you bat your eyelashes at him and lean forward, lips hovering by the end of the burning spliff. “You’re gonna have to take care of me if I get too fucked up. You’ll keep me safe? Protect me?”
“Always, baby.” He grins as you pull in another hot lungful, holding it for a long time before letting it out through your nose. “There you go. No more thinking.”
Familiar heat builds between your legs as you start feeling fuzzy and sensitive. You repeat, nodding, needing, “No more thinking.”
“You do too much thinking, anyway. Always so stressed and anxious about work and school. You don’t need all that with me.” Jack shakes his head and takes one more puff for himself. Then he tugs you roughly into another shotgun, his tongue taking over as you start to get light-headed from his desire and from the smoke. “All mine for the night, right, sweetheart?”
You confirm into the kiss, “All yours.”
“Not good enough.” He holds your jaw in his big sturdy hand and murmurs, “Say it, princess. Say it and I’ve got you.”
Eyes starting to feel a little heavy, you give him a warm, lazy kiss and amend, “All yours, daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” Jack coos. His cock twitches in his sweats as he watches your eyes going glassy and loose. He hasn’t had enough to get more than a little high based on his weight and tolerance, but you’re already starting to float and the easy wobble in your body makes him want to wreck you. “Now I expect you to finish off that joint, okay, baby? It wouldn’t be very nice to waste daddy’s money, would it?”
You give a ditzy little giggle. “Uh-uh.”
“That’s right, honey.” Jack sets the joint on your lower lip and guides your mouth closed. His voice is hypnotic and commanding. “Deep breath. Hold it. 1, 2, 3. Let it out nice and slow.” As you hiccup and cough, he gives you a condescending, comforting smile. “Good job. So good at following instructions. So obedient.”
Humming happily, you reply, “Thank you, daddy.”
Jack taps the ash from the joint into a bowl on the side table, setting it down for a second. His rough hands go to the base of your top and he says, “Let’s get you a little more comfortable before you finish that. Arms up, baby.”
You reluctantly lift your arms, pouting, “They’re so heavy.”
Guiding the shirt up and over, Jack assures, “Don’t worry; I’ve got you.”
As you flop your arms back down, Jack takes in your thin white bra with a little satin bow at the center. It’s not your sexiest bra by a long shot, but your nipples push hard against the barely-there fabric so nicely. If he’d been with you at work today, it would’ve been over for you both. Christ, he wants to devour you. To consume you. To destroy you. One hand at your jaw, pulling you in close to kiss you again, he reaches around your back and unclasps your bra with the other. You shiver at the subtle display of dominance, smiling before tugging his lower lip out between your teeth and nibbling.
Jack makes a clicking sound with his tongue like he’s admonishing a dog and pulls back. “No biting, princess.”
You pout. “Sorry, daddy.”
He nods slowly, forgivingly, and guides your bra straps down your lead arms, lifting up each of your hands to finish the job with your body feeling so heavy you can’t help him anymore. His eyes train on your nipples in the air conditioning, begging for his attention. As he wraps his lips around one, sighing contentedly at your too-loud gasp, Jack sets his hands firmly on your hips and shifts your weight so that his bulge is right beneath your hot cunt. He rocks you back and forth and suddenly you feel the friction against your clit and suck in a sharp breath, your head falling forward into his shoulder with a whine.
Jack chuckles and breathes against your ear, “Good?” While you nod and whimper, he tsks, “Already getting so dumb and slutty for me when you aren’t even finished smoking.”
Your brain is turning mushy now, body floating and warmth taking over everything else. Shaking your head against his bare freckled skin, you murmur, “Can’t- No more- Too much. Gonna be- Gonna be too high.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” he reminds you gently, tugging your head back by your hair so you’ll look at him. Your eyes are half-lidded now and your mouth is softly parted open. All the while, Jack keeps rocking your hips against his, confusing you with the harsh bite of your pants’ seam against your sensitive little clit. “I’ll even hold it for you. All you have to do is be good and breathe – or are you too dumb for that, even? You’re not too dumb to breathe, are you, kitten? Open up.”
You just look back at him with an expression halfway between a smile and blank nothingness. Then you open your mouth, lips slightly parted, and Jack smiles at you in a way that makes your tummy feel funny and lovely.
“Atta girl.” Jack presses the end of the now-small joint to your lower lip and holds your jaw closed. You have no choice but to pull in another burning breath. “That’s it, angel, suck it down. Hold it until I tell you.”
Then he pinches your nose with his fingers and covers your mouth. Your eyes widen as panic flutters up into your lungs. The smoke is becoming part of you, a hot thing with tendril fingers holding your body hostage. Jack makes you keep the smoke in only until you start to cough from the lack of air and not a second sooner.
Holding up his water bottle to your lips and watching you suck without question, he praises, “Good girl. So good. Now say thank you.”
Eyes trained on his mouth as you chase more attention to your clit, a droplet of water falling off your lip and onto your tits, you tease out, “Thaaaaank yooouuu.”
“There’s my sweet little girl. Perfect whore for me.” Jack pulls your head down into a hot kiss that he trails away from your mouth and over your jaw. When his teeth graze over your neck, his scruff scratchy and his kisses rough, you start to whine and whimper from pleasure, trying to speed up your hips for more contact but unable to with how unsteady your balance is. But Jack holds you up. He always holds you up. “That’s right, honey. You just let me take care of everything.”
Jack rolls his thumbs over your breasts, slow and steady, working those sweet whimpers from your wobbly lips. It doesn’t take long before the not-quite-enough attention becomes unbearable. You manage to lift your heavy hands just enough to grab at the waistband of Jack’s sweats, pawing like a pathetic kitten. “Want you.”
But Jack shakes his head. “But you’re not done, baby. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”
Your nodding’s starting to make you dizzy so you just make some sort of affirmative sound as you laugh, trying to stifle it with your hand but failing to lift your fingers.
Jack holds the stub of a join up for the last time, hovering it an inch or two from your mouth. “One more hit and I’ll take you to the bedroom and make you feel all better, okay? You’re doing so good.” You open up your mouth obediently but struggle to close it, so he does it for you, holding your jaw so you can take one more breath, this one shallower and slower because you’re so foggy. He strokes your cheek as he pulls the butt from your mouth and finally stubs out what’s left of it. Then he kisses you warmly, lips so perfectly soft, and coos, “That’s it. Last one.”
A strange kind of euphoria settles through you at the knowledge you’ve done a good job for Jack; that’s all you really want to do. Staring with half-lidded eyes at his cute mouth, you slur out a not-quite question: “Bedroom? Can’t move.”
Jack loops his arms beneath your ass and gradually stands up. The world spins in your eyes as you realize he’s carrying you, so strong and sturdy, across his house. You hear the faint click of the bedroom door opening. Like he’s cradling a baby, he sets you down in his large, plush bed, carefully guiding a pillow beneath your head and pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks, which makes you smile so hard your cheeks hurt. Finally, before paying attention to you again, he turns on only the dim side table light instead of the overhead.
And then his focus is on nothing but getting what he wants.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Jack reaches up and tugs your scrub bottoms off in one smooth gesture, relishing in your cute panties as he pushes your legs apart. The damn patch at the center between your thighs tells him everything he needs to know. When his thumb brushes your clit through the soaked fabric, you gasp and arch your back and he laughs at how easy you are in this state. He teases you just a little more before deciding to be merciful, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband and dragging your panties down over your legs.
Naked and thoughtless on his sheets, Jack swears you’ve never looked so beautiful. It’s the way there’s no insecurity, he thinks. You don’t even consider posing parts of your body so they look ‘right’ or hiding your face from him. All that’s in your expression is bliss and desire and you spread your legs before he even has to order you to.
Jack kicks out of his sweats and climbs over you, knees pinning one of your thighs down and forearms on either side of your head. You try to tilt your face toward him for a kiss, but, when it makes you dizzy, you erupt into cute hiccupping giggles instead. All you can think about is how Jack is so handsome and you can’t believe he likes you still and you wanna rock your hips just a little so you can grind against his thigh, chasing pleasure and attention from him.
“Aw, you’re so high I could do whatever I want to you right now, couldn’t I?” Jack holds your jaw in one of his big hands, turning it from side to side, making your vision blurry. His smile is downright devious as he praises, “You’re so damn cute when you’re like this.”
You blink at him a few times, forcing your eyes to focus on his mean, handsome smirk. With a loopy smile, you confirm, “Whatever you want, Jackie.”
“Mmm. That’s what I like to hear.” Jack drops his dominant hand between your tights and drags some of your wetness over your clit, starting with slow, delicate circles that make your eyelashes flutter and your lips twitch into a small smile. “That feeling good, baby?”
You’re practically purring under his touch, hips writhing up and down to encourage him to move his fingers faster. “Perfect.”
Jack shifts his weight back so he can switch to working your clit with his thumb, the other hand teasing your folds now. As you whimper from the constant pressure around your clit. He slowly pushes his middle finger inside of you just to see how you’ll take it – and you take it with that placid, serene smile, humming for more until he gives it to you. From there, he takes his time. Curls his fingers back toward himself and watches your body’s every reaction.
When you’re high or drunk, you don’t let anything stop you from getting the pleasure you want. You tangle one hand up in your hair and the other plays with your tits, pinching and rolling and massaging which Jack can’t even decide what to watch. Eyes trained on your lips parting in ecstasy, Jack breathes harshly, “You’re so gorgeous.”
Since you’re so completely relaxed, you feel every building step of your long orgasm, not rushing it or dragging it out. There’s the sparking heat in the base of your abdomen, the gradual but intense and bright tightening of your walls, the seconds-long plateau of your cunt clenching on Jack’s singularly-focused fingers. When you cum, it’s shaky and desperate and loud, your moans totally unabashed in a way that makes Jack feel downright stupid even though he’s a quarter as high as you are. For a minute straight, all you do is let out roiling breaths as your muscles spasm and your pussy flutters.
Jack withdraws his fingers slowly and bends down to kiss your sensitive inner thighs, reveling in the way goosebumps rise beneath his tongue. “Still with me there, sweet girl?”
Head lolling to one side, you give him a satisfied, “Mmm.”
Jack looks at your pleasure-swollen cunt and grunts, “God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He tugs you to the edge of the bed and scooches your hips up to put a pillow under your ass. You don’t make any effort to help as he manhandles you around, legs up against his chest while he teases the tip of his cock over your overstimulated clit over and over. “Your pussy knows exactly what she wants, huh?”
You shake your head and whine, lip pouted, everything feeling so good but so confused and overwhelmed, too. All you need is Jack’s reassurance and guidance. You whimper, “Can’t think.”
“Aw, baby, I know what’s best for you, remember?” He rubs your leg affectionately. “I get to decide for both of us because you’re such a dumb little slut you came here and took more drugs than you could handle.”
You whine and thrash your legs, unable to come up with anything else to say.
Despite his demeaning tone that makes your limbs feel even looser and your pussy throb even more, Jack pulls his cock back and uses his fingers and spit another minute, scissoring them and relaxing you fully before lining himself up again. He adds a dollop of lube from your bedside table just to make sure it’s comfortable since he knows you might not be able to tell him.
As his fat cock prods your entrance once more, he teases, “Tell me, sweetheart, why would you do all that if you didn’t want daddy to take advantage of you?”
You cover your face and giggle again, the sound so adorable it makes him want to eat you alive. He can tell the weed is peaking as you wrap your legs around his back and push your hips forward slightly, a silent but perfectly clear please. Jack steadies your hip with one hand while he thrusts inside of you, your head tilted back, mouth frozen open, body languid and pliable beneath him.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Jack muses as he watches your pussy swallow him up, your wetness coating his skin as he pushes in and out, slow, making sure to work you up before he fucks you into oblivion. “You’re right where you belong. Taking my cock like you were made to. So good for me.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes are so honest and pleading as you reach for Jack’s hand, clearly struggling to lift yours. “I’m good?”
“You’re perfect, baby,” he assures, leaning down so that he can hold your hand through it. The pleasure’s getting to be too much for your foggy, fucked-out brain, and all you want is Jack. He grips your hand in his and picks up the pace of his thrusts, pressing his mouth to your ear, breathing hot on your neck. “You’re such a good girl. I love you so much. I’m so lucky I get to have you like this. So lucky you trust me enough to take care of you. All I want is to make you mine, for good, as often as you’ll let me.”
Tears well at your eyes while you listen to his litany of praises and affirmations. Without the barrier of sobriety, the good feelings blast right through any self doubt and they fill you up like effervescent soda bubbles. Listening to Jack’s harsh breaths stuttering and feeling his cock pounding urgently against your walls, you cry into him, “Cum inside me, daddy, please.”
“You know I shouldn’t do that, honey,” Jack bemoans, speeding up even more at the thought. He smirks against your sweet neck and grunts, “Wouldn’t want you getting pregnant, right?”
You grin and rut your hips up into his and giggle, “You had a vasectomy, dummy.”
Jack shakes his head and chuckles, slowing slightly so he can kiss you while he smiles, “So fucking wasted you can’t even roleplay your favorite kink, huh?”
“Just fill me up,” you reply dreamily. You tilt your head to kiss him and murmur into the kiss, “I just wanna be yours.”
He nods into your neck, digging his teeth into your flesh for a moment as his balls tighten up. He’s already on the brink of his orgasm as he rumbles out, “You’re always mine.” And then his cum’s coating you and filling you and baptizing you and you’re kissing him and he’s tangled up in how much he loves you, growling, “Fucking perfect,” until he can’t think from the shuddering pleasure.
You lavish wet kisses over his neck, praising him and thanking him, until his cock is soft and he falls beside you, breaths heavy.
After only a few moments of him tenderly kissing your hair and cuddling your supple body the way you usually like after sex, you groan out, “Soooo hungryyyy.”
Jack laughs hard and presses a kiss to your cheek before he sits up. He goes around to your side of the bed and presents you with your favorite pink water bottle. “You stay here for one minute and drink. I’ll bring you something for those munchies.”
Once you’ve both finished wolfing down your dinner, still naked in bed, something Jack would never allow totally clear-headed, Jack puts something easy on the TV across from his bed and holds you to his chest, just encouraging you to breathe and stay present with him. You kiss each other every once in a while and smile and laugh, shaking your heads, awash in how ridiculous it is to be in love.
Jack waits until you’ve come down just a little more – still giggly but not quite so empty-headed – before he guides you to the bathroom. When you complain about standing, Jack just rolls his eyes and hoists your bare ass up onto the counter so he can brush and floss your teeth, still praising you for being so good and so sweet. After, he digs through your bag until he finds your pill case and empties today’s compartment into his hand. “Gotta take these before bed, sweetheart. Tilt your head back a little bit.”
You do as he says unthinkingly, swallowing the water and pills he feeds you right away. “Always take such good care ‘a me, daddy. Love you s’much.”
“Love you too, princess.” He kisses your forehead, tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, and asks, “Ready for bed now?”
You shake your head no vigorously. “Can you fuck me again? Pleeeease.”
He helps you hop off the counter and, in the next second, he’s got you bent over it again, one hand fisted in your hair as the other pumps his cock. “Well, if the lady insists.”
Your best friend’s dirtbag older sister. Smokes too much weed, talks too loud, always crass and rude. You were in love with her. Her parents called it rebellion. She called it freedom. Called you “kiddo.” Primarily because you scrunched up your face and yelled when she first said it. Secondarily because you stopped being upset about it at some point.
Your first kiss is on her bed. The sun sets through the big window, painting her skin beautiful shades. You’d agreed to smoke some weed with her. Asked, really. Life was stressful and even if you couldn’t break the bars of your cage as easily as she seemed, a single night of caring less would help. She talks you through what she does, every twist of the grinder shearing away the roughness in her voice. You don’t even realize you’ve drifted closer by the time she lights the joint.
You can’t stop her once her hand is on your neck. Her lips crash into yours, a sudden surprise followed by stinging smoke. She laughs wickedly as you cough your brains out, offering you water and rubbing your back apologetically.
You should’ve known it wasn’t mutual. You’re so busy cursing yourself for getting excited, you don’t notice the genuine concern budding on her face even after your spree ends.
“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry. I thought…I dunno, I thought it’d be funny to shotgun your first hit. You’re always staring at my lips so…I thought, ah, fuck, Nevermind.” Her hand cups your face so delicately. Big soft hands, pulling your gaze from the sheets to her eyes. Your face heats up. Thank god you can blame it on the weed, “hey, talk to me. You okay? We can totally bail and pretend this never happened.”
But that’s not what you want. You want it to have happened, you wanted to kiss her. Maybe you even thought you’d get a chance today. It’s mortifying and embarrassing for her to have done it as a joke. You can’t SAY that, she already apologized.
“Oh, no, you’re not ‘fine’. You’re trying to burn a hole in the floor with your eyes, supergirl. You think you can lie to me? Who has been covering for your asses for years, huh? I know your signs. Neither you or Nance are any good at lying. Tell me.”
It hurts. She’s right. You croak out the truth through a burning throat.
“You…didn’t want it to be a joke? What do you…oh. Oh, honey. Hey, kiddo, look at me.” Her hand corrects your line of sight again, “are you saying…you wanted to kiss me?” You’ve never heard her sound this soft before, this tender. It’s…nice. Like floating your head in the bath. Or maybe that’s the weed, “All you ever had to do was ask. I wasn’t gonna make a move on my lil sis’ bestie. Can you imagine how mad she’d be? Fuck…she’ll be mad at me for this, too.” It’s not a crash this time. A gentle, soft, intentional kiss. Drawn out, not interrupted by the acrid sting of smoke. As she pulls away, you follow, desperate for more, “Is this okay?” You nod. Everything outside the room fades away. Your shame, your embarrassment, your fear. They all melt away as she pulls you into her arms. Her hands begin to roam over your clothes, and you’re too far gone to wish you’d bothered matching this morning.
A jolt at her fingers find your nipple, drawing out a precious moan you didn’t mean to make.
“There ya go, make pretty noises like that for me, kiddo.” How are you supposed to resist that voice? The edge completely gone, the boisterous butch who cussed out men for being creepy to you currently has one hand up your shirt while the other traces patterns over your skin. Everything is warm, “Hey, kiddo.” She snaps her fingers. Brought back by the sound, you look up, “two things. One: I’m down to do this, but you have to promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it goes too far. I like you and I don’t wanna run you off. Two: do you want another hit?” You shake your head. Nothing to interfere. You want to be as present as possible for this, “Okay, more for me then.” She leans away, ember glowing briefly before she quashes it into the ashtray on her nightstand, dropping her voice as she returns to your ear,
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. You’ve always been so cute, so shy around me. It got me soaked to picture you struggling underneath me. But it seems like you won’t be struggling very much, will you?” You struggle to answer, caught between flustered and embarrassed. With a nod, you prompt her to continue, “Look, I kept it real quiet cuz i didn’t know if you even liked girls, let alone someone like me. I liked watching you get flustered when I teased you.” Memories waft up amid the sunbeams, many times she’d enter a room where you were hanging out with Nancy, always with a crass phrase like “you twerps rubbing pussies in here or what?” And while you never were, the thought hasn’t failed to cross your mind. Suddenly, your face gets hot at the realization that it was both antagonistic and exploratory. Did she want to…?
Her lips capture yours again before you can chase that thought. You melt into her touch before she lowers you to the mattress. You gaze up through half-lidded eyes as she unbuttons her shirt. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before—you’d heard the phrase “put a fucking shirt on” from everyone in the house but her at least once—but the sight makes your breath catch in your throat all the same. Radiant. That’s a good word. She just laughs and gestures, “Cmon, I’ll lead, you follow.”
You remove your top as well, a step behind her as she flings her bra aside. Any attempt to follow that is futile. Your eyes are locked on her gorgeous breasts. She doesn’t fail to notice and laughs that sweet laugh you’ve heard so much. The teasing one, the “I win” laugh. She gently guides your hands up until they rest on her bosom, “Go ahead, kiddo, feel me up. You’ve been wanting to, right?” You nod, too embarrassed to admit such a thing out loud, “Kind of a pervert move, babe, wanting to grope your best friend’s sister? God, she’d be so grossed out if you told her. Not that you’re going to, right? It can be our little secret for today.” You nod again, squeezing her breasts in your hands. They’re amazing. Round, full, soft, heavy in your hands. Really, you’re a little envious, “you having fun? Can I do yours next?” You mutter a soft plea, “what was that, kiddo? I didn’t get that.”
A single word that set everything for the night into motion, “Please.”
“Lift up.” Something in her voice shifts, hungrier than before. You comply before her arms dart around your chest, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside in a maneuver you would later recognize as extremely practiced, “Good girl. Keep your hands on my tits.” Meanwhile, hers grasp for your own, sending ripples of pleasure across your frame. Her rough thumbs graze your nipples as she massages your breasts, intense and deliberate. You lock eyes with her after yours come back from rolling into your head, and there’s a spark there you didn’t see moments prior. Something…feral. Lustful. The tension builds, upwards and upwards, until the sound of the front door slamming jars you both from the horny fog settled in the room.
“Hey, Sis? My friend is coming over so make sure you’ve got a shirt on, okay?” Nancy called through the house. Fuck. You forgot to reply to her with when you were coming over. Not only were you already here, but neither of you had a shirt on.
“She’s already here, I was just keeping her company!” She yells back, dismounting your hips to retrieve discarded clothes. Her voice falls to a whisper as she returns with your bra, “hey, I meant what I said. If you’re interested, we could pick this up another time? Maybe…get some coffee, or a lunch first?”
Heloo first of all thank you for quinching our thirsts with your amazing fics. And i had a req actually. Idk if you write for tokyo revengers, but i d really love a sanzu haruchiyo fic plz. Like we know hes an addict, so maybe one day he gets reader drunk/pills and reader is out of it, and well it happens....in the morning reader is shocked and confronting him.....he just smiles terrifyingly like whats the big deal it was always supposed to happen anyway 💀💀
Sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader.
Warnings: noncon, intox noncon, drugging, mentions of drug abuse, breast play, nipple play, clit stimulation, p in v, unprotected s*x, creampie, cumming inside, loss of body control, inability to move, somonophilia implied cause reader falls unconscious and sanzu is implied to have continued fucking her, if uncomfortable with dark content please block me. [not proofread]
do not normalize or romanticize dark content irl.
You clung onto Sanzu, body half way through getting paralyzed, yet still kept conscious enough to see and process exactly what's going on.
You weren't clinging to him because you wanted to, but were made to. Uncomfortable heat bloomed all across your body, and the place in between your thighs ached more than anything.
You should've known better than to leave your drink unguarded, especially around Sanzu Haruchiyo. A fucking drug addict that's involved in shady shit, and to top it all off, he's been relentlessly pursuing you for a while. You always rejected his advances; the current moment made you reconsider if you should have, cause now he's resorted to drugging you to get what he wants.
Your legs felt like jelly with every second passing by, and eventually you couldn't feel anything, your feet were dragging across the floor of his penthouse as Sanzu moved, he quickly noticed it and immediately changed from supporting your frame to carrying you to his bedroom.
He laid you down on the bed, smirking as he looked at you from above.
You wanted to lift yourself up but your body felt so heavy, your arms were the only thing that were able to move— or rather, twitch in movement as you tried to gain your motor ability back.
Unfortunately for you, that's not how it works, sheer will cannot bypass the drugs he's injected you with.
He pushed you further up the bed before he pawed at your breasts and buried his face into them. You could only watch in horror as he licked your clothed nipple. You wanted to push him off but your hand was limp.
Your brain was beginning to turn foggy. He grabbed your dress, sliding it off your body before throwing it on the ground. He bit his lip at the sight of your body, hand fondling with your clothed tits. He pulled the bra down, freeing them before he hovered over one of them.
He gazed into your eyes with deep intensity smirking as he darted his tongue out and gave your nipple a lick, not breaking eye contact as he proceeded to lick the hardening bud. He wanted you to see what he was doing to you.
He grabbed it in between his teeth, nibbling on it as you shut your eyes from the pain that shot up inside you due to it. You wanted to pull him off you but you couldn't move, your body only twitched in response.
You hated how you could feel everything while being able to do nothing. Tears streaming down your cheeks as he continued to nibble on your bud before he sucked on it.
It did nothing to soothe the pain, his tongue swirled against your bud, coating it with his saliva to try and alleviate the pain, but he became too focused on sucking the bud instead.
He let's go with a lewd pop, before he grabs your bra, pulling it further down and stretching the garment apart, the straps dug into your skin before they snapped, tearing apart which hurt quite a bit. The bra wasn't even getting in the way, he just wanted to tear it off.
His hand travelled down to your clothed vulva, rubbing it slowly. He watched as a wet patch formed in your panties.
“Your body knows what it wants.” He chirped, rubbing your clit even faster, it made you burn with shame as you couldn't shut your legs to prevent him from doing so. Your legs remained where he placed them, spread wide apart, feet digging into the mattress.
He grabs your panties with both his hands before pulling in the opposite direction, causing tears to form in the material before it fully tears, splitting into two parts. He grabs the ruined material and throws it somewhere.
He plants himself in between your legs, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. He freed his dick from the confines of his underwear. Your eyes widened as you stared at its size. You wanted to withdraw, move away but you couldn't.
Sanzu lines himself up against you, sliding his throbbing cock against your wet cunt, tip kissing your vulva as he grinds himself against you. You swallow, breathing getting heavy as you feel lightheaded. You were going to pass out.
Sanzu positions his tip near your hole with his hand before resting it on your hip as he pushes himself inside you. Nothing could've ever prepared you for the stretch.
It burned so much, that the lightheadedness was replaced by the adrenaline releasing through your body. Like someone splashed you with cold water.
Your limp body began to rock up and down as Sanzu thrust into your cunt, grabbing your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as he let out gasps and moan. You could stare up at him. His expression was wild, eyes dazed out. He was also on something.
He bit his lip as he pounded into you, rutting into your hole with a messy rhythm. You were letting out noises too, unconsciously. And it felt disgusting to hear yourself.
Sanzu circled his thumb around your clitoris, spitting on the bud before rubbing his saliva in. He hovered over you now, arms placed on the side of your head as leaned over, his face right on top of yours. His hair strands are curtained down on his face. He kisses you, forcing your mouth open with his hand and shoving his tongue inside.
Your noises were muffled by him.
The slight change in angle made his tip brush past your delicate spot, causing tingles up your spine. Your body twitched in response, which he caught onto immediately. He continues to keep the pace while he bites your lip, nibbling on your bottom lip.
Your body shakes before the bubble in the abdomen bursts, you could only throw your head back and arch your upper back at the sensation as the, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming feeling.
You calm down from your high, to feel him still pounding into you. His thrusts shortly become sloppy and the next minute— he's shooting his load directly inside you.
You could only watch as your consciousness begins to slip from you, you feel your body being turned around and intruded again— and then everything fades to black.
The next morning you wake up sore all over, hands and legs aching, you can finally control them again. You get off the bed looking at the bedroom which was in disarray. Clothes everything, and the sheets were the messiest.
He didn't bother cleaning you up since you can feel the residue of everything on your skin and insides.
You quickly grabbed your clothes, forgetting about the underwear since it was torn and just wearing your dress before stepping out. Only to find him in the living room, watching TV as if nothing happened.
“Wanna join?” He asks, shooting a smile your way, which made you feel nauseous.
“What the fuck?! How could you do this? What the hell is wrong with you?” Anger overwhelmed you, you grabbed a case nearby and threw it in his direction. It shattered over the floor. You couldn't even make sense, your head felt so messy.
Yet his smile didn't drop nor fade.
“Do what?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
“You know exactly what I'm implying, you're sick in the head.” You grit your teeth.
“Ah, I can't really deny your accusations.” He shrugs off, giving you a smile of acknowledgement. It baffled you.
You are here losing your mind and everything while he just sits there, smiling and wondering what you're making a big deal out of.
Not a flicker of guilt could be seen on his features.
“I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this, it was supposed to happen anyway— sooner or later. You're mine.” He added.
dryad sex expectation: mmm plantgirl pussy. she comes honey
reality: tied up in vines with a flower wrapped tight over your face so you can't stop inhaling her pollen that makes you all lightheaded and tingly as she caresses your body with more vines and murmurs in your ear how much she wants to decompose you for the nutrients. also she sucks you off
