dad helping u through a tough breakup
dad offering u some edibles to make u feel better when he finds u crying against your headboard in ur room. u accept, of course, because yeah, being high right now would be nice as fuck. u don’t think too much about it when he sits at the foot of ur bed; ur not wearing much but ur tank top and panties, but ur tucked under the blanket, so it’s fine. he gives u 2, and u don’t ask him how much they are.
dad’s hands resting on ur knees through the blanket as ur head starts to get all fuzzy. u smile and laugh with him, but his jokes aren’t any funnier than usual. ur just way too stoned to be anything but blissed out right now.
dad who knows. who’s hands slide upward, gently caressing ur thighs. moves closer on the bed, blanket still separating ur skin from him.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, smiling as he watches ur brain switch on and off, trying to make sense of what’s going on. “gimme a moment, doe, i’ll be right back.” his hands stop at ur hips, and he kisses ur cheek before he pulls away. he smells good, u notice. like rain and smoke.
he’s gone for a minute or two, but u get distracted by the strange throbbing left on ur hips where his hands had just rested. when he comes back, ur just so happy to see ur dad that u don’t notice the closed door, or that he’s just in boxers now.
“dad,” u mumble, scooting closer to him. u don’t argue when he tucks himself under the blanket, u just curl up next to him and snuggle into his chest.
“my doe,” he purrs. “you’re very very high, hmm? how do you feel, baby?”
u grumble something, but he can’t decipher it against his skin. he doesn’t mind, though, because however high u are, it’s enough for u not to notice his hands trailing up and down ur thigh and hip, getting closer and closer to the edge of ur panties with every pass.
“you know you’re my favorite kiddo, yeah?” he remarks as he traces the fabric, gently at first. u hardly even notice it. “the best kid i could have asked for.” he doesn’t miss how u whimper when his hand finally runs across the damp spot on ur panties. “you just grew up so fast, you know?”
he moves fast, faster than ur fogged-up brain can handle, and settles between ur legs. u can feel how hard he is, pressing against ur core with only ur underwear separating u. “i just want my little girl back,” he whispers apologetically as he tugs u towards him. u gasp when u land on ur back, eyes going wide. “but now that boy made you all dirty.” his face changes and he snarls softly, “and i’m going to fix you. i’m goin to make you mine again.”
he shoves ur panties to the side and traces ur folds with a trembling hand. he chuckles when u squeak, and his free hand pins ur wrists before u can cover urself. “my pretty dove,” he whispers reverently, “all mine for the rest of forever.”
his fingers trace around ur clit before u can do anything about it, and you whimper softly, trying to close ur legs. his hips obstruct u, and he shifts his weight to pin u down, forcing u to take his gentle ministrations. “not stopping,” he promises, kissing up the column of ur throat. “not stopping til you’ve cum so many times you can’t think of anything at all, let alone that boy.” his fingers speed up on ur clit, and u make a tiny, broken sound as ur hips twitch involuntarily. and he laughs, a cooing, cruel thing that drops from his lips like a song. “fuck, baby, you sound so pretty. so fucking good just for me.”
the condescending praise makes something in ur stomach twist and u screw ur mouth shut, trying to block off the sound u make when u shatter under ur father’s touch. he still hears the moan, the way it makes ur eyes roll back and ur thighs shake at his hips.
and now he’s done waiting.
he shoves ur panties to the side, too impatient to take them off u, and his cock replaces his fingers in a second. u cry out as he shoves his way in, but ur back arches just perfectly enough to show the bulge of him in ur tummy.
“good girl,” he praises, breathless and grinning as he ruts into you. “fuck- mngh-“
he cums embarrassingly quickly, but of course he doesn’t stop, and at this point ur high and cockdrunk and you forget to care that ur not on any birth control. it’s better to just let dad use ur hole, kiddo. he knows what’s best.
u pass out before he’s done using u, but u find out a few days later that he recorded it. that must be what he went to grab; a camera. u find out, ofc, because ur impaled on him from behind, and he’s making u watch it while he rubs ur clit and forces u to cum over and over and over again as he ruts and fucks you like an animal. every time you watch ur hips meet on camera, another jolt of pleasure comes from ur core, and your eyes roll back a little farther every time his fingers run over that spot that makes u shake.
he knows, obviously. he’s ur dad. it’s his job to know every little thing about ur body, and he prides himself greatly on knowing u cum 10x harder for him than u ever did for any of those boys u were crying over.
