Some high digimon porn because digimon frontier is a special interest and I am SHOCKED at how little porn there is of it. Anyway, read tags cause this is fucked up.
Characters: Kouichi Kimura, Kouji Minamoto, Takuya Kanbara
Pairings: Kanbara Takuya/Kimura Kouichi/Minamoto Kouji
AO3 Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, They're in uni so like 20s, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Kouichi is very into it tho, Fucky Kanbara Takuya, Trans Kimura Kouichi, Sub Kimura Kouichi, Switch Minamoto Kouji, Dom Kanbara Takuya, trans author, Gay, Incest, Threesome, Shotgunning, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Throat Fucking, deep-throating, Creampie, Breeding, Transphobia, but it's a kink, kouichi is into being feminised as a form of degradation, Kanbara Takuya is not Transphobic, Cockwarming, Degradation, Feminization, Non-Consensual Feminization, Oral Sex, Twin Sex, Weed, 420 sexy time, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Gaping, Vaginal Gaping, IQ Drop, Slutty Kimura Kouichi, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Kouichi is very into everything but it is non-con, Non-con to Dub-con, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink
Full Summary: Kouji and Kouichi were engrossed in an action movie when the phone rang. Kouji glanced at Kouichi. "Want to chill in the woods with Takuya for a bit?"
Takuya grinned as the two neared and held up a joint. "You in?"
OR, the three get high and Kouichi gets degraded and spitroasted while high (and drugged).
Years after their return from the digital world, the warriors remained friends, and Kouji and Kouichi grew closer. Now, in college but home for the summer holidays, Kouji and Kouichi were engrossed in an action movie. Kouji had decided to stay at Kouichi's for the night. The intense soundtrack echoed through the room as an explosion rocked the screen, and Kouichi jumped when the phone rang.
Kouji's lips quirked up but he knew better than to comment on it as he picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID. "What do you want, Takuya?" Kouji paused and glanced at Kouichi. "Want to chill in the woods with Takuya for a bit?"
Kouichi glanced outside and nodded. "We can finish the movie later. It'll be nice and cool with the sun setting."
Kouji hummed and told Takuya they'd meet him at the usual picnic benches by the lake in the park at about the halfway point between all three of their houses. They quickly got ready and Kouichi locked up. His mom was on a double shift and wouldn't be back until the next morning.
The sun was warm on Kouichi's skin and he hummed, content, as he and Kouji walked through the woods to the park. When the benches came into view, Takuya was sitting on the table of one, rolling a joint with nimble fingers. A bag sat beside him, with a bottle of lemonade and three cups on the table too.
He grinned as the two neared and held up the joint. "You in?"
Kouji nodded as he sat on the bench - not on the table like a goddamn heathen, Takuya. Kouichi paused. He had tried weed once or twice, and he knew Kouji and Takuya smoked frequently to deal with anxiety and the PTSD from the digital world that they couldn't even see a therapist about, but Kouichi had never smoked with them before.
Still, he watched as Takuya used his finger to light the joint - leftover power he'd discovered he had after returning home. They all had something. The smoke wafted so prettily, and Takuya breathed in, holding as Kouji stole the joint from his lips. As Kouji took a hit, Takuya exhaled and the smell of weed hit Kouichi. He chewed his lip as he watched his brother exhale too and after a moment, he nodded, taking it from Kouji.
The weed hit his lungs hot and he couldn't help but cough.
Takuya laughed and patted his back. "Don't worry, that means it'll hit you harder," he teased. He poured Kouichi a cup of lemon. "Drink."
Kouichi eagerly took it to ease the burn in his throat, and the sweet, refreshing taste of the drink cooled the ache. Kouji chuckled as he watched, taking another hit himself. As they all passed the joint back and forth, Kouichi felt his shoulders relax. He had never gotten high in the sunlight before, or around people he actually trusted. Was this what relaxing felt like? Damn, maybe his brother and Takuya had a point, drugs were fun. He took another sip. The setting sun case dappled shadows on Kouichi's black shorts and bare legs through the trees, but the sun still shone warm on his bare arms. Kouichi adjusted his binder beneath his purple t-shirt with ghost prints on it and Kouji glanced at him.
"You can take it off if you want," he said. "We don't mind."
Kouichi hesitated, glancing down. His dysphoria wasn't as bad either. "Yeah, okay." He pulled his arms into his shirt and wriggled around until he managed to wrestle his binder off without taking off his shirt. By the time he was done, Takuya was in hysterics.
"I- I'm sorry," he laughed, "I'm sure it's impressive with how tight binders are, but you looked- so fucking funny, man."
Kouichi snorted and left his binder on the table as he fixed his shirt. His chest was small enough that it only created a slight bump under his t-shirt. "You're so high, Takuya."
"You're one to talk." Kouji passed him the joint and Kouichi hummed as he took another hit. "When did you smoke last?"
"Umm…" Kouichi slowly exhaled, watching the swirling smoke rise above his head. "Maybe after we finished first year at uni? My roommate offered me a hit after exams that year."
"Damn," Takuya whistled. "Careful not to get too fucked up."
"I know." Kouichi swayed softly, enjoying the buzz.
Takuya hummed. "Hey, have you ever been shotgunned before?"
Kouichi's eyes widened. He paused, watching Takuya, and slowly shook his head. Takuya nodded and took a long hit from the joint before gripping Kouichi's chin and leaning in.
His thumb brushed Kouichi's lips, and he automatically opened his lips.
"Good boy," Takuya murmured before exhaling.
Kouichi inhaled the smoke, eyes lidded as Takuya released him, a rush of arousal hitting him. Kouji reached out and grabbed the joint before inhaling and leaning in. His lips pressed to Takuya's in an intimate kiss, breathing the smoke directly into Takuya's mouth. Takuya moaned eagerly, and Kouichi took the joint from Kouji's fingers.
Kouichi inhaled, and Kouji pulled away from Takuya. As his brother exhaled, Kouji sat on Kouichi's lap and sucked the smoke from Kouichi's lips, not quite touching but almost.
Kouichi's breath hitched, his brain spinning from the weed and adrenaline. "Kouji," he protested, trying not to let his voice shake. "You're- you're my brother-" He trailed off, thighs clenching as Kouji grinned at him.
"It's not like I kissed you. I just didn't want to waste good weed." He took the joint from Kouichi and inhaled, but before he could tease Takuya, Takuya sat behind Kouichi and grabbed Kouji, pulling him in. He pinned Kouji to Kouichi's chest and kissed him, stealing the smoke from over Kouichi's shoulder.
Kouji shuddered in Kouichi's lap and Kouichi bit his lip hard, trying not to be affected by his brother sitting on his lap. Kouichi shakily downed the end of his lemonade in his cup but groaned and swayed. "I- Is there something in this?"
"Oh, just your cup," Takuya assured him with a chuckle as he pulled back from his kiss with Kouji.
Kouichi whimpered as Kouji rolled their hips together and pressed his forehead to Kouichi's. "Nii-san," he murmured, "please."
Kouichi groaned and waited for Kouji to take another hit before pressing his lips to his bother's. Kouji grinned and suddenly pinned Kouichi's hands, while Takuya plugged his nose. Kouichi whimpered as the weed filled his lungs and Kouji kissed him, unable to exhale.
The dizziness from the lack of oxygen only added to the heady experience as his brother took control of the kiss, making Kouichi feel lightheaded and out of control. His body responded to each touch as Takuya's hands trailed up his stomach to squeeze his chest.
When Kouji finally released him, Kouichi coughed and gasped for air. But before he could fully recover, Takuya took a hit and gripped Kouichi's throat, kissing him forcefully. His head spun with the mix of weed and whatever was in the lemonade as Takuya plugged his nose again, forcing the smoke into his lungs. Kouichi's pussy dripped in his shorts and his nipples hardened. His moans were only slightly muffled by Takuya's mouth. When Takuya pulled back, Kouji sagged against Kouichi's chest, grinding into him.
Kouichi whimpered in pleasure as Kouji smoked the end of the joint. Suddenly, he slammed his lips to Kouichi's. Kouichi gasped and inhaled as Kouji's tongue danced with his and his younger brother's hands roamed his curves. He struggled for breath as Takuya squeezed his throat, and when the two released him, he gasped and coughed violently.
Kouji slipped his hand between them to rub Kouichi's crotch through his shorts. "He's already so wet," he commented.
Kouichi flushed bright red as he realised he had soaked through his shorts. His skin burned with pleasant heat at each touch and he moaned weakly.
"Good boy," Takuya murmured, taking in Kouichi's vacant expression. He poured Kouichi a fresh cup of lemonade and held up a tablet, clearly dropping it in. Then, he held the cup to Kouichi's lips. "Open."
Kouichi parted his lips and allowed Takuya to tip the lemonade down his throat. There was no alcohol, Kouichi knew, but the tablet seemed to have a similar effect on him as a warm and euphoric pleasure spread through him. He was quickly completely lost to a haze of sensation and desire, wanting nothing more than to lose to the pleasure and surrender to Takuya's every command.
Kouichi couldn't control the moan that escaped his lips as he rolled his hips up into Kouji's hand, his cheeks pink.
"Damn, did you just roofie him?" Kouji raised an eyebrow. Takuya's grin grew and Kouji's eyes darkened with lust. He stood and dragged Kouichi to his knees on the bench.
Kouichi shuddered as Kouji's fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts. "Kouji, no, please," he moaned as Kouji dragged his soaking shorts and briefs down his legs.
Kouji dragged a finger through Kouichi's folds to tease his clit, and Kouichi couldn't help but rock back against him. "Who knew my brother would be such a slut," he teased, voice dripping with lust and amusement. "You want our cocks that badly?" He pressed his hips against Kouichi's ass, grinding his hard cock into it.
Kouichi whined, flushed with shame, but couldn't help but rock faster on Kouji's fingers.
Takuya ran his fingers through Kouichi's hair as Kouji pulled out his thick cock to tease against his clit. Kouichi's eyes widened as Kouji moved his cock down to his hole. "No," he pleaded. "No, Kouji, I'm not- I'm not on birth control-"
For a moment, Kouji stilled. "That's okay, nii-san," he assured Kouichi, rubbing his hip. Kouichi relaxed, and Kouji used the chance to press deep into him. "Because I'm going to breed you."
Kouichi shouted in pleasure as he was split open on Kouji's cock, his eyes rolling back as pleasure wracked his body. Takuya gripped his hair tighter and pulled him forward, taking out his own cock, which rivalled Kouji's in size. He was thicker, while Kouji was longer, brushing Kouichi's cervix with each thrust. "Open up," Takuya ordered.
His cock brushed Kouichi's lips and Kouichi eagerly parted them, but Takuya didn't move. "Beg," he said. "Beg for your little brother and best friend to fuck you stupid."
Kouichi whimpered, clenching tight on Kouji's cock, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "Please! Gods, Takuya, Kouji, please fuck me senseless!"
A sigh dripped from Takuya's lips, his lips downturned. "Not good enough." He sounded bored. "It's like you don't even want our cocks. Kouji, stop thrusting." Kouji obliged, pulling out of Kouichi's cunt. Kouichi whimpered. "You want more? Than beg."
"Please," Kouichi forced out. "I need your cocks so badly, please use me! Please, I'll do anything you want, just please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-"
"Anything?" Kouji traced Kouichi's clit with the head of his cock.
"Anything," Kouichi sobbed.
"So you'll be our little slut whenever you come smoke with us from now on?" Takuya asked. "Any time we go to the woods to get high? Any time we want?"
"Yes," Kouichi choked out. "I'll be your slut, whenever you want."
Takuya's eyes lit up. "Good girl," he praised, fingers tightening in Kouichi's hair.
"No, I-" Kouichi frowned. "I'm a boy-" He was cut off as Kouji slammed back into him and a cry of pleasure escaped him.
"You moan like a girl," Takuya sneered.
The rush of heat that flooded Kouichi only made him think, Shit, I really need a therapist if this turns me on. But that was a problem for another day.
Takuya slid his cock past Kouichi's lips as Kouji began to fuck him harder. Kouichi moaned in pleasure as Takuya began to fuck his throat and he was ruined on both ends. He began to rub his clit, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
The sound of skin slapping skin and filthy moans filled the air as Kouichi lost to the pleasure, completely filled by his twin and friend. He teetered on the edge as Kouji leaned in, changing angle to pound into a spot that made Kouichi sob pretty tears of overstimulation.
"That's it," Kouji growled, breath hot on Kouichi's ear. "Take it all, you filthy slut." His thrusts were becoming more urgent.
Takuya sped up too, tugging Kouichi's hair as he fucked his throat. "You love being our toy, don't you?" He taunted. He spotted Kouichi rubbing his clit and tighted his grip on his hair. "Don't cum." Kouichi whined. "You don't get to cum until you've been bred and filled from both ends like the dirty, sissy slut you are."
Kouichi groaned, shakily lowering his hand so he wouldn't cum too early, but even without stimulation on his clit, Takuya and Kouji pounding his holes made it hard to hold out. The sensation of being used, of being nothing more than a toy for them, drove Kouichi wild as they ravaged him.
Finally, Takuya grunted and pulled Kouichi forward, pinning his nose to Takuya's stomach. Kouichi's throat spasmed around his cock as Takuya filled his throat and came. Kouichi tried to swallow it all, even when he couldn't breathe, but finally, Takuya pulled back.
Once Kouichi swallowed, he fell face first onto the bench, gasping and moaning desperately. Kouji gripped his hips tightly, keeping his ass high in the air as he fucked Kouichi's greedy cunt faster.
Kouichi's head swam with pleasure. Heat built inside him as he grew closer to the edge and he sobbed as Kouji's cock thrust against his cervix.
"I'm going to breed you," Kouji growled. "Beg me. Beg me to fill you, nii-san."
"Pleeeease," Kouichi slurred, "fffill me uuup! Pump your big b-brother full of your cum!"
Kouji groaned and bit Kouichi's neck, marking him. "That's it, you filthy slut," he hissed. "You want me to dump my cum inside you? To knock your slutty pussy up?"
Kouichi nodded eagerly, broken half-syllables escaping him. With a fierce thrust, Kouji slammed deep inside Kouichi. Kouichi wailed in pleasure, tears spilling down his cheeks.
"You like that, huh?" Kouji grunted, his grip on Kouichi's hips tightening. Finger-shaped bruises would be there in the morning, and it filled him with intense pleasure. "You like being used like a cheap whore?" Kouichi moaned in response as pressure built inside him. "Here it comes, fuck!" Kouji slammed forward a few times as his cum spilled deep into his brother, filling him.
Kouichi sobbed in pleasure, desperately humping Kouji's softening cock to prolong his pleasure as Kouji pulled out. Kouji spanked his dripping, gaping cunt hard and in Kouichi's drugged out daze, the pain pushed him over the edge. He humped the air as he squirted before collapsing on the bench, gasping for breath.
Kouji and Takuya were grinning as they watched. "What a fucking whore," Kouji said fondly.
"I know, right?" Takuya laughed. "C'mon, man, let's get you cleaned up."
They carefully cleaned Kouichi up, Takuya being sure to use masculine affirmations to reaffirm the transphobia was only a kink (one that apparently Kouichi shared), and Kouji brought him home.
Later that night, Kouji slipped into Kouichi's bed just before his brother fell asleep. His cock was hard. "I'm going to slide my cock into your cunt and go to sleep," he murmured, "and you're going to cockwarm me all night."
Kouichi nodded sleepily and spread his legs, a soft moan escaping him as Kouji eased into him. "Please," he whimpered as Kouji filled him again.
Kouji chuckled and cuddled Kouichi from behind. "I'll fuck you in the morning," he said, "if you're good. We'll get you Plan B then too."
Kouichi smiled softly and let his eyes slip closed. "Thanks, Kouji."
They drifted to sleep, only the sound of their breathing and the occasional soft moan from Kouichi breaking the silence of the night.