May I request Frank x Tboy reader.... mayhaps with side of pet play
sorry if it’s not the best!!!! I tried my best to write it from the perspective if I was a tboy but I’ve been very in the middle about my gender (I’ve binded and I kind of layered to keep it hidden but idk if binders were a thing in the 2000s) so maybe it’s inaccurate or stereotypical without me meaning to make it that way sorry… :< hope you still enjoy!
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Pairing: Frank Iero x t boy!reader
Notes: pet play, daddy, oral sex, throat fucking, spit, degrading, choking, p in v, creampie, spanking, overstimulation
Inspo/Request: Above!
The car ride home was so long. You pissed off Frank, because you wanted to be punished. It was around other people as well. Yeah, it was sexy seeing him mad, but he was silent mad. Not speaking, not bating an eye, not moving from having one hand 12 o clock on the wheel with the other leaning his head into his palm while it was propped by beside the window. Music wasn’t even on. The tension couldn’t be cut with a jackhammer.
Even when you got home, he wouldn’t look at you. Getting out of the car, heading inside and even shutting the door in your face, gently shoving his shoes to the side, and heading to the bedroom. Frank’s silence filled you with dirty shame. Every step he made, you followed like a shadow. In the bedroom, you stood in the doorway briefly, watching him settle under the bedsheets while lighting up a cigarette. His back was against the headboard, two fingers hugging the cigarette to his lips, then the ash tray permanently set to the side of the bed for him.
Yet desire still controlled you. You went to your dresser, back to him while you removed your jacket and shirt. The wrap you had around your chest hugged you to be flat chested, and on top of that, a black wife beater. Frank didn’t bat an eye. Regular bedroom activities. But when you unbuckled your belt, sensually pulled down your pants and underwear, bending over for your ass on display, Frank’s eyes glared to the sight immediately. Restraint remained strong in Frank, laying down and putting his back to you.
You sighed, then got an even better idea. He wasn’t just going to bed. In your underwear drawer was boxers, but shoved in the back was the puppy play things Frank always had you wear. It also included a pair of panties, the ones that say “puppy” on them and make you feel like a slutty boy. Double checking Frank still had his back to you, you pulled those panties on, plus put his favorite collar on (a soft beige one that rather than the other two saying “Puppy” or “Good Boy”, it says “Frank), and some thigh high socks. Being his puppy made you not scared of being a little feminine, even with how you identify, which was definitely healthy for the soul.
Crawling into the bed, you pressed your flat chest to his back, chin on his shoulder. One hand wrapped around him, resting on his lower tummy. “Frankie…. I’m sorry how I acted. I just wanted attention.” You apologized, stroking the skin above his waistband. A small grunt was your response, but you pushed forward, brushing your fingertips over his crotch. You continue pleading while rubbing the edge of your foot along his, letting him know you’re in the thigh highs. “I didn’t mean to, daddy. Please. I can make it up to you.” You heard his breath hitch.
Frank turned around, coming up to his knees. Unbuttoning his boxers, he could easily slide his cock out, pumping it a few times. “Well, suck me off.” He hurried you while you just sat there. Obeying, you lowered yourself to his crotch, wiggling your ass in the early while dragging your tongue all over his length. Frank’s quick to catch on to your plans. “Don’t fucking tease. You know what you’re doing.” “‘M just trying to make you feel good, daddy.” You mock, your expression saying it all.
Suddenly, he gripped your chin, keeping your face still while spitting down onto your face. “Suck my dick, now.” Frank repeats while scooping the spit to shove in your mouth, moving around his digest while you lick them clean. All you continue to do is tease him, though, so he shoves his cock deep down your throat. “My god - you’re a fucking bad puppy. Never fucking listening. Are you even sorry?” You’re pulled off his cock by the root of your scalp, spit dripping from your mouth and connecting to him while you smile, shaking your head no.
He resumes fucking your throat, moaning at how everytime you gag, your throat tightens and loosens around him. Both hands are on either side of your face, holding you still while he ruins your mouth. “Mmm look at you. My handsome little thing, drooling all over my dick like a little bitch. Are you my little bitch, puppy?” Frank degrades, while you’re unable to respond with his dick ploughing in and out of your mouth. He tuts, pulling out, letting you cough and catch your breath while he slippy jerks his cock in the excess spit.
“Bend over, puppy.” Frank moves off the bed, heading over to the dress. When he sees you just watching him, he scoffs. “God, you’re a fucking stupid bitch.” Rough words match his actions, while he roughly grabs you. Manhandling you into your ass being high in the air, face down in the mattress. Frank steps over to the dress again, rummaging around for something. It’s like he senses you wanting to move. “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”
Coming back with a leash in hand, he hooks it on your collar. “Daddy’s gonna punish you, got it? Gonna be a good boy f’me? Nod your fucking head.” A harsh slap lands on your ass, making you whine and nod. Frank pulls down the underwear, smirking at the wet patch. They’re tossed to his bedside for another time. You stay completely still, feeling as he spreads both your holes, inspecting each at a time. He hums, indecisive, “Should I fuck your little ass or your boy pussy?” Rather than his fingers, his dick rubs along your holes now, like you don’t know which he’ll fuck.
Without warning, he rams as far and quick as he can into your cunt, setting a brutal pace that brings tears to your eyes and whines up from your lungs. “Fuck, yes, puppy - scream for daddy.” Hand wrapping around the leash, he yanks you up so your back arches. His cock hits that delicious spot inside on you while the collar chokes you just right. One hand leading your leash, the other wraps around to rub your enlarged clit, making you quiver around him.
Every now and then, Frank’s thrusts stop completely, to deliver smacks to your ass. Each slap stings harder than the next. You try to stay as still as you can, despite your body wanting to run away from it. Whatever your body says is wrong, because you want it harder. But before it could even hurt more, Frank would begin ploughing into you again, making you pull against the collar to feel him choke you more.
The sight of Frank disappearing into you is so fucking hot, your arousal leaving a ring around the base of his cock with how deep he’s sliding inside you. “Such a good boy, taking the punishment. Bet you’re still not sorry, though, huh?” In response, you shake your head no, whining while pushing back on it. “Wanna - b-be - hit more - you hit bad.” You can’t think of something more insulting, dumb on his cock.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls out, pushing on the curve of your back so you lay down completely, your leash forgotten. Each slap comes from the bottom, the drag making it sting even more. “Harder.” Your deep, whimpery voice cracks, pleading for more. His slaps leave your asscheeks swollen and with little welts on them, but you still act like it’s not enough. “Are you even trying?” You tease, despite being out of breath and shaking.
Frank huffs, going to the dresser again. He knows what you wanted. You were trying to make him get the paddle you both own, the warm leather one Frank insisted on. Slowly, he grazes your skin with the leather, teasing you with it. When it lifts up, you expect your ass, but instead it comes down repeatedly on your hairy thighs. The skin grows redder and redder, matching your ass from just his hand. The more he inches up on your thighs, the more you get excited for it to come down on your ass.
All he does is tease, like you tried doing to him. But Frank has a better say. This is his puppy’s punishment. Finally, when it comes down on your ass, ifs not individual smacks with pauses like it was your hands. It’s just smack after smack, your skin growing redder like the blood wants to sneak over the small skin barrier. You always want Frank to do something until you’re crying, but the road is bumpier than the destination. You squirm and cry so much, gripping the sheets while struggling to stay still at the pain. Frank’s throbbing at the sight, desperate to cum.
When he feels you’re satisfied, he pinches the skin, giving more pain to you with a devious laugh. Frank flips you onto your back, spreading your legs while biting down your body. If Frank had a favorite part about you sexually, it was definitely your t dick. Always leaning in, lips wrapping around it to suck on it like candy, like right now. You’re already sensitive and dying to cum, grinding up onto his face. But his attention to it doesn’t last wrong, sitting up to position his cock at your entrance.
Once again, he just rams inside you, hands wrapped tightly around your neck for the balance and knocking the wind from you. Needily, you rub between your leg, getting so desperate to just cum. “Atta boy. Get nice and close for me. Want me to cum deep in my puppy’s cunt?” All you can do is whimper in response, but the louder you get and the fucked out look you give him says yes for you. When you feel yourself getting close, you can’t control how your eyes roll back, how they squeeze shut, how you moan all high pitched for Frank.
“Thatttt’s it, cum for daddy. Be a good boy f’me.” His words throw you over the edge, your back arching and noises filling the room while he fucks you through it. He doesn’t slow down at all, chasing his own orgasm while you fall limp. Frank’s in his own bliss out world, mout fallen open, eyebrows pinched together, eyes focused on his you suck him in. He uses the collar to pull you to sit up, forcing you to watch how he fucks you. “So deep in there, huh? You’re soaking my fucking dick. My little bitch. Fucking cocksleeve.” He groans, words beginning to jumble together, signalling he’s getting close. Especially when he starts rubbing your overstimulated clit dick.
You basically tighten around him again and he just blows his load, deep inside you, groaning at how tight and whiny you get when overstimulated just the slightest bit. He stops, pulling out to watch the mess leak out of you. “Are you sorry?” Frank asks once again, earning a nod from you. “Good boy.” He scratches his fingers along your scalp. No more punishments for his puppy for the rest of the night.
Notes: use of “bunny”, hitting, rough sex, pet play dashed in there, im a sucker for rouch ray toro bc yeah ok this is kinda self indulgent, porn no plot ngl
Ray’s eyes darken, the usual warmth in his gaze snapping into something sharp and predatory. He doesn't hesitate when you tell him you want it, when you beg him to stop being gentle and start being mean. The shift in the air is instantaneous, the tension thickening until it's almost suffocating.
He reaches out, his fingers locking firmly around your jaw, forcing your head back so you have to look up at him. His grip is tight, bordering on painful, marking the end of the softness.
"You really want me to stop playing nice, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a cold, commanding edge. "You want to be treated like a little animal."
He shoves you downward, not with a gentle nudge, but with a firm force that sends you hitting the floor on your hands and knees. The sudden impact jolts through you, but the thrill is immediate. You're panting, your chest heaving, looking up at him from your position of submission.
"Stay there," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Good girl."
The nickname sends a shiver of heat straight to your core. He circles you slowly, like a wolf pacing its prey, the sound of his boots on the floor echoing in the quiet room. You can feel his gaze roaming over your exposed skin, judging you, owning you.
Suddenly, his hand comes down hard across your backside. The crack of the slap echoes, the sting blooming instantly across your skin in a searing wave of heat. You gasp, your back arching, a small whimper escaping your lips.
"Did I tell you that you could make noise?" Ray snaps, his voice harsh.
Before you can answer, he strikes you again, harder this time, the force of it pushing your hips forward. He doesn't give you time to recover, his hand landing in a rhythmic, punishing sequence that leaves your skin glowing red and throbbing. He’s not holding back now; he’s leaning into the cruelty you asked for, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever felt.
He steps closer, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back. You let out a sharp cry, your throat exposed, your eyes fluttering shut.
"Look at me, bunny," he growls.
You open your eyes to see him looking down at you with a smirk that is entirely devoid of mercy. He loves this, the power, the way you're trembling beneath him, the way you're desperate for more of his aggression.
"You're nothing but a pet for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr. He releases your hair only to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your cheek, just enough to leave a mark and make your head snap to the side.
He lets out a low chuckle, seeing the dazed, needy look in your eyes. He reaches down, grabbing your waist and hauling you up against him, though he doesn't let you stand. He keeps you pinned against his thighs, your face pressed into the fabric of his pants.
"Now," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "show me how a good pet thanks her master."
Ray’s hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is bared, your eyes watering. The sting of his earlier slaps still pulses across your skin, and your ass is hot and raw from his spanking. You’re trembling, wet, and utterly desperate.
“You heard me, bunny,” he growls, his voice low and cruel. “Show me how you thank your master.”
Your fingers fumble with his belt, your movements clumsy and eager. He watches you with that cold, predatory gaze, not lifting a finger to help as you struggle to unbuckle his jeans. The moment you free his cock, thick and hard, you take him into your mouth without hesitation.
He groans, a low, guttural sound, and his hand tightens in your hair as he fucks your face. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, he sets a brutal pace, shoving himself deep into your throat until you gag, tears streaming down your cheeks. You take it, every inch, because this is what you begged for.
“That’s it,” he hisses, his hips snapping forward. “Take it all, you little bitch.”
He holds you there, his cock buried in your throat, until you’re choking, your nails digging into his thighs. Then he pulls out, letting you gasp for air, a string of saliva and precum connecting your lips to his tip.
“On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice raw. “Now.”
You scramble to obey, your body aching and needy. The carpet is rough against your palms, your knees spread wide. You hear him spit, feel the wet warmth of his saliva landing on your pussy, and then his fingers are there, shoving inside you without warning.
You cry out, your back arching. He’s rough, driving two fingers into you with a merciless rhythm, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. He curls them, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, and you moan, pressing back into his hand.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You like being treated like this, don’t you, bunny?”
“Yes—yes, Ray, please—”
He pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy, the sharp impact making you yelp. Then he grabs your hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t wait. He slams into you in one brutal thrust, filling you completely, stretching you until you’re gasping, a broken cry torn from your throat.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “You feel so good, bunny. So tight.”
He sets a punishing pace, each stroke deep and hard, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the room. He reaches around, his hand sliding over your clit, rubbing in rough circles as he fucks you from behind. You’re a mess, drooling into the carpet, your moans muffled, your body on fire.
“You want me to hit you again?” he asks, his voice strained, his rhythm never faltering.
“Yes—please—Ray, please—”
He pulls out just long enough to deliver a sharp slap to your ass, the crack of it echoing, then he’s back inside you, fucking you through the sting. He does it again, and again, each slap making you clench around him, your pleasure building until you’re sobbing, begging for release.
“Look at you,” he breathes, leaning over your back, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re nothing but a little cocksleeve. A dumb bunny who needs to be used.”
The words push you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, your body convulsing, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He groans, his pace stuttering, and he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
“Fuck—baby—I’m gonna—”
He pulls out at the last second, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking himself as he shoots his cum across your back. Hot, thick ropes paint your skin, dripping down your spine, pooling in the small of your back. He watches, breathing hard, his chest heaving.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of your ragged breaths, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Then he reaches down, his fingers trailing through his own cum, smearing it across your skin.
“Good bunny,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, almost tender. “Now let’s go lay down.”
Notes: dddne, physical injury, pervy behavior, taking advantage, degradation, getting drugged, risky sex, risky age gap (reader is 18 and she’s current gee’s age), cnc, icky shit, smacking, use of mommy, threats, dacryphilia, fingering, pussyjob, cum play, breeding kink
Inspo/Request: @vampireswi11hurtu ‘s post and sometime someone sent me a nurse gee request and I had no ideas and now I have an ideas thanks to their post!!!
Thanks to some stupid fucks allowed to drive, you were in the hospital. Your leg was broken and you had a stupid cast up to your mid thigh from your foot. Plus, being in a place far away from home, you had no one to take care of you. Lucky enough, you were assigned a lovely nurse at the hospital, Gee, until you were back on your feet. She fully took care of you.
Sent straight from Heaven, Nurse Way’s first impression was that she took best care for her patients. She made you the coziest sweaters at home, having a lot of time on her hands at 40 without family besides a brother. Not just sweaters, but yummy cookies too. Delicious meals were made for you, always including foods that were good for your health, and anything high in aphrodisiacs. Being gentle was her expertise. Gently brushing your hair or doing it all pretty for you. Rebandaging your leg with care and precision. She always gave the best baths, too, secretly taking pictures when you had your eyes closed. Bed time with her was probably your favorite - her big, gentle hands giving you a soothing backing or scalp massage. Once you were asleep quickly because of the anesthetic she slipped you, Gee jerked off to the sight of your fragile body.
It eventually got too much, though. Gee needed you. You had no idea how much you drove her crazy, such a young and sweet thing. Some nights you’d vent to her, about how helpless you truly felt, being completely dependent on other people. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know, it’s frustrating, but everybody is a little helpless at times.” She’d keep a maternal attitude, despite wanting to make fun of you for how sad you can get. One of those nights venting, it just slipped.
“Maybe you need something to relax and forget about for the night.” Gee suggested after locking the room door, sitting beside your bed in the usual spot. “You need someone to take care of you. You’re too fragile to take care of yourself. It’s pathetic. What would you do without me?” She took the stethoscope from around her neck, using it to tie your wrists together tightly in front of you. Nervous, considering it was late hours and you couldn’t call for anyone since your nurse was there already, you just submitted. Which Gee caught on to immediately. “That’s right. You know better. All I’m doing is taking care of you. You know what you want it.”
You watched her hands travel along your legs in an unprofessional way, not a way a medical worker touched their patients at all. The big, thick hands part your thighs as far at the bed lets you, your chunky cast not even in the way for Gee. At night, she insisted you just wore panties - easier to slide in and off with your leg injury rather than a thick layer of pants - and clearly there was more to that intention. Your nerves were obvious, to the point your thighs trembled a bit. “N-Nurse Way..” You stammer, trying to close your legs, but her grip was strong to keep them parted. “I told you plenty of times, missy. You can call me Gee.” She giggled playfully, the comforting demeanor contrasting with her insistent actions.
Hummimg, she did a walking motion with her fingers along your inner thigh, encouraging you to speak. “My- My leg..” That was the least of her worries. She chuckled, fingers finally brushing over the cloth of your crotch with a condescending laugh coming from her in reaction to your shaky gasp. “Oh, my poor patient. All shy? Hmm… I bet I have some medicine to make it all better, baby.” Left helpless on the bed, Gee got up, still humming that tune while grabbing the little syringe and bottle she stole from the medicinal cabinet.
Every movement of hers was observed by you. Drawing the liquid into the syringe, making sure there’s no bubbles in it to avoid blood clots, tapping the excess off…. Walking over to your IV bag and inserting the substance. You realized you trusted her so much, you forgot to ask the most important question until it was put in. “What was that?” “Lidocaine. An anesthetic that makes you dizzy and drowsy. But don’t worry, you’ll be awake for every minute of our fun.” Nurse Way replied with a happy smile, pecking your cheek, giggling under her breath while kneeling upright between your legs.
Gee looked around for something, spotting it with an “aha!”, reaching for a sharp blade to cute the fabric holding your panties together on either side. “Nurse!-“ You attempted to explain, Gee cutting you off, “It’s Gee, sweet pea. And don’t worry. You’re not running low, I just keep stealing them. Since I ruined these, I’ll give a pair back.” She explained it ever so calmly, which just made you more nervous. “G-Gee,” you corrected, trying extra hard to speak, “I don’t think this is a-allowed. What if you get in trouble?” All you got was a shake of her head as a reply.
Spit landed on your pussy before she carelessly rubbed it in, watching you quiver. It felt good. “Such a pretty little pussy…. Jesus, need to taste you-“ Her mouth was on your cunt in seconds, licking hole to clit like she was starved. Your chest was heaving at the beginning, which was about a minute after the lidocaine was inserted into your IV bag, but then you suddenly relaxed way more. Your brain panicking, but body entering this zenned out state. “Aww, look at you. Mommy’s medicine making you all dizzy?” A sniffle of response came from you, your body still but vibrating.
Her skills with her mouth came from years of past patients like you. God, any sexual skill she had came from past patients. Jerking off the ones with broken arms. Sitting on the face of those immobilized. Oh - her favorite were the ones with a sick belly, helping them throw up by shoving her cock down their throat. The sweet ones like you were always the best. Nurse Way could do anything to you and you’d sit and ask for more. It’s like she was making out with your pussy, sensual but filled with need. All while watching you, eyes half lidded, body limp, and dumb drooling mouth wide open.
Grinding into the bed, she massaged and gripped your thighs to keep the spread wide open. You were sure there’d be bruises on you tomorrow. You’d never tell anyone where they came from though, of course. Because as Nurse Way reminds you, parting from your cunt every now and then: “I care the most about you, and I need to have this sacred relationship with my patients like you.” She honestly thinks there hasn’t been one as good and obedient as you. You barely freaked out. You wanted it. You were her slut, moaning lazily at the feeling of her tongue deep in your hole.
The sleepiness threatened to overcome you. But that just resulted in Nurse Way smacking you on the cunt. “Uh-uh. Bad girl. What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is gentle, but disappointed. “Don’t do that again. Eyes on mommy. Let me hear you speak.” Small mumbles came from you in response, resulting in another smack to the cunt that makes you jolt, sending a little pain to your half-healed leg. “‘Mmm sorry, mama…. I’ll be… agoodpatient…” Your words were slurred and low pitched, but Gee clearly accepted it, returning to sloppily eating your sweet pussy, mumbling things between licks. “That’s it. I know you will. If you weren’t, I might’ve accidentally given you a high dosage. Then what would happen, huh?”
A whimper of fear slipped past your lips, repeatedly as Gee continued. “What then, huh? How do you even know I gave you lidocaine? Or if it was the right amount? Or if it’s safe to be in your IV bag? You just trust mama so much, huh?” You were near sobbing, and near asleep. Gee was literally laughing. “Such a perfect mess. I should get you a special dessert in the morning for this, huh?” She laughed again, the vibrations going straight to your core while he pays attention to your sensitive clit. Left to right, up and down, touching every last bit of that bundle of nerves to drive you insane. The way she attacked your pussy was crazy, she knew exactly how to take care of you.
Suddenly, the moment you felt the twitch in your cunt, all attention was gone. She say up, licking her lips clean with an out of breath moan. All while lifted up her skirt, no underwear underneath already, and her hard and erect cock is pressed to your clit. The fear in your mind lets you let out a weak, scared whimper, which Gee understands. “Oh, no, no worries, baby. I’m not putting it inside you. Too hurt for that yet.” Instead, his hand moved fast while rubbing his tip on your clit, the speedy movements tugging your orgasm back. Gee was close already too, from 5 seconds.
Body beginning to shake, muscles contracted all around your body, which included your injured leg. The unused muscles seized, hurting like a mother fucker around your injured leg. But you were too high, too dizzy, just little squeaks coming from your throat that were too quiet to alert Gee of your pain. It hurt extra after you came down from your high, shaking in overstimulation until Gee was done spurting her load on your clit. Assuming the moment was over is wrong. Gee collects all of her sperm, a on of it leaking down her fingers, while she buried her fingers deep inside your tight cunt.
Fear was back. You didn’t want her fucking you because she was massive and the worry of a pregnancy scare. You tried to communicate that, but Gee just shushed you. “I know, sweatpea. Take mommy’s cum deeeeep in there. So what if you get pregnant? We’re in a hospital. I can pull some strings. Or keep cumming in you again and again til we have to live here with how often I get you pregnant.”
notes: noncon, Illi is tranfem, reader and illi only have a one year gap (16 and 15), peer pressure, highshool, valentines day, drug and alcohol usage while underage
w/c: 832
Illi McMillin wasn't the kind of junior freshman looked up to. At sixteen she already possessed an effortless, edgy confidence that popular kids tended to hate. You just so happened to be popular, but it didn't matter how popular you were yet because you jut became a freshman and barely 15, meaning no one wanted to ask you out for valentines yet. It was a surprise you you and all your friends when Illi walked up to you looking surprisingly un-nervous and handed you a card. "I heard you didn't have a date, come over and watch movie with me?" she had asked,
and that's how you ended up here, in her parents basement on her bed drinking whatever alcohol she had handed you and passing a bong back and forth. You'd never smoked or drank before, but wanted to seem mature and in her league so you kept drinking. You had tried to stop after a few hits from the bong and about 2 drinks, but Illi wasn't having it. "Drink up," she insisted, "c'mon I thought you were cool, don't be a lightweight." That was enough convincing, you wanted her to think you were cool. Eager to impress, you kept drinking when she passed the bottle to you, and kept taking rips off the bong every time she did.
Within an hour, the room started to tilt, your limbs felt like they were made of lead, and you could barely think of anything other than how pretty the lights on the ceiling were. You wanted to sit up, to insist you couldn't do anymore, but your tongue felt thick and clumsy. "I... I think I've had enough," you insisted, your voice slurring and your eyes half closed.
Illi just smiled, but it wasn't the friendly one she had while asking you to come over. It was predatory. She crawled across the bed, her movements were slow and deliberate, pinning you down with all her weight. "You're not going anywhere. You wanted to be cool, right? This is how you do it."
You tried to push her off, but of course with how intoxicated you were you could barely even move her shoulder. You were trapped in a chemical prison of your own making, your body unresponsive while your mind screamed that you needed to get her away from you. Illi didn't care. She leaned down, smashing your lips together with a bruising force to kiss you. She tasted of vodka and smoke, her tongue forcing it's way into your mouth, claiming the space with a dominant hunger.
Illi's hands were frantic and impatient, ripping through your clothes. She ignored the weak whimpers and incoherent pleas that slipped ut of your mouth, treating you like a toy. As she stripped you bare, she also got herself unclothed, revealing her hardness that had been trapped in her black lace panties this whole time. Her cock was fully erect, throbbing and leaking pre-cum.
She didn't use any lube, and she certainly didn't warn you. Illi grabbed your thighs, shoving them wide apart and keeping them wrapped around your waist. With one violent, singular thrust, Illi buried her cock deep inside your tight pussy.
You let out a sharp, choked gasp as your back arched because of the sudden intrusion. It was too much, too fast, and far too large for your small frame and for it being your first time, but Illi didn't slow down. She began to fuck you with a rhythmic, punishing pace, her hips slamming against you with loud slapping sounds.
"Look at you," Illi hissed in your ear, her breathe hot and smelling like alcohol, "So small, so fucking helpless."
Your head tossed from side to side on the pillow, your vision blurring as the drugs amplified every sensation into a distorted nightmare. Each thrust of Illi's cock felt like it was splitting you open, the friction raw and overwhelming. Illi gripped your waist tight, her fingers digging bruises into your skin and ensuring you couldn't squirm away.
She accelerated the pace, her breathing becoming ragged and heavy. She was completely focused on her own pleasure, driving her cock into the reader over and over, the sound of your combined flesh colliding filling the quiet room. You could only sob quietly, having no way to fight against her.
With a final, guttural groan, Illi stiffened. She thrust one last time, burying herself deep as possible, and let out a loud girlish moan as she pumped hot, thick loads of cum into your pussy. She stayed there for a long moment, panting, before she pulled out and disappeared to her private bathroom. When she came back she had a wash cloth that was damp with warm water. She was surprisingly gentle as she cleaned you up. She guided you carefully, getting you dressed in some of her pajamas that were far to big on you, and curling up with you in her bed, having you spend the night with her.
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