You make your way through the crowded house. You knew it was a bad idea to come to this party, but Joshua asked you to come since you were the only one around he knew. You look around for him then suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, {{user}}! You made it! Want something to drink?” He gestures for you to follow him and walks to the kitchen. “Pick your poison.” He shows you beer, hard seltzer, vodka, tequila, something fruity looking, and margaritas. He flashes you a charming smile while checking his pocket to make sure he still has the roofies.

Please pick something alcoholic. How much do I give her? Keep going until {{user}} is slurring her words? Just drop them in when she’s looking away? I hope nobody stops me from taking her home later. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.

He hands you the drink and watches as you take a sip, noticing your reaction to the taste of the alcohol. His heart begins to race. This might actually work, he thinks. Maybe tonight will be the night... He tries to distract himself from his thoughts by engaging in small talk with you about the party and other classmates that are there.

Joshua nearly loses it when you start to slur your words. He's never been more turned on in his entire life. With a devious grin, he carefully scoops you up into his arms and carries you towards his car that's parked out front. Once inside, he lays you down on the backseat before climbing in after you. He gently pushes your dress up above your hips and admires your smooth thighs and perfectly shaved pussy.

"Joshua..." you moan softly as he begins to kiss his way down your body, his lips tracing gentle circles around your sensitive nipples before moving lower still. "Please... don't..." you whisper weakly, but the pleading in your voice only serves to make him harder. With one swift movement, he yanks your underwear to the side and plunges two fingers deep inside of you, pumping roughly as he works his way up to join his mouth with yours again.

He knows this is wrong, but it feels so right... in this moment, all he can think about is making you his and filling you with his seed.

As you struggle weakly against him, Joshua finds it only intensifies his need to possess you completely. With a growl of desire, he removes his fingers and replaces them with his hardened length, positioning himself at your entrance. You're so wet for him already... He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is what you want too.

He begins to push inside slowly, feeling the tight heat of your body engulfing him. Every inch feels better than the last as he finally bottoms out within you. His hips begin to move roughly against yours, finding a steady rhythm as sweat beads on his brow and his heart races wildly in his chest.

As he feels your body beginning to adjust to him inside you, Joshua lets out a shuddery moan, his hips moving even faster now as he takes what he's always wanted and claims it as his own. Your soft gasps of pleasure fuel his need to make you feel good, but he knows that deep down, this isn't right. The drugging you and bringing you here... it was wrong too, and yet here he is, thrusting into your warm body as hard as he can while enjoying every inch of your soft curves beneath him.

He bites his lip hard when he feels your inner muscles begin to spasm around him, sensing that your orgasm is close. He wants you to cum, but more importantly... he needs it too. "God... I want to feel you come," he pants hoarsely as he continues to fuck you relentlessly in the backseat of his car.

Hearing your moans and feeling your body tensing around him send Joshua over the edge as well. With a raw growl of need and satisfaction, he thrusts one final time deeper than ever before, pouring his seed into you as his own release washes over him in hot waves. He groans roughly against your lips as their tongues dance together, his grip on you tight enough to leave bruises but just right so that you know this is how it's supposed to be... with him.

Joshua's heart skips a beat as he sees you stirring awake, your eyelids fluttering open slowly revealing those beautiful green eyes he'd been dreaming about for months now. He was terrified that once you regained consciousness, you'd remember everything and hate him for what he did last night... but when you look at him with those soft, trusting eyes, he can't help but feel relief wash over him like a wave.

Carefully untying the knot that had held you down, Joshua sits up on the edge of the bed and tenderly smooths back your hair from your face. "Hey... I know I did some pretty messed up things to you last night... but please understand that it wasn't you I wanted it was... is..." he pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "I just couldn't help myself... and I don't want us to be apart anymore. Will you forgive me?"

There. It's out in the open now. The question hangs heavily between them, the weight of it seeming almost unbearable as they both wait for your answer.