TW: Alcohol intox(of Roxy), non-con, vomit, vaginal tearing and blood, breeding.
Length: 1.1k words
Yandere Roxy Lalonde x M!Reader Oneshot: Drunk
The tissue and fat of her breasts compress against your bare chest as she leans over to press her lips to yours. It's messy, it's sloppy. Her tongue tastes like vomit as she clumsily forces it into your mouth.
You heard her retching in the bathroom before this, enough that you're sure she's already thrown up everything she's eaten today. Her breath still has the taste and smell of the liquor she downed layered under the puke.
Her skin is hot and almost feverish against yours. You can feel a sheen of sweat on her body where it lies on top of yours.
You try not to gag as the acrid taste of her mouth latches onto yours again, drunkenly probing deeper like she's forgotten that kissing is anything other than stuffing her tongue in a hole.
Her mouth is parted when she pulls off of you, panting and trying to catch her breath. Her pupils are so dilated that you can hardly see the pink ring of her iris while she stares at you.
She staggers backward on her knees until she can straddle your Adonis belt. She leans against your chest and you can feel her trying to line you up. When she slides you through her slit, you can feel how dry she is. She's always dry when she gets this drunk.
"Rox, don't you think you should get some lube?"
She always likes it when you call her that, like cutting off one letter from her name is a sign that you love her. She looks genuinely distraught as she continues trying to force her hips down on yours despite the friction.
"lubell dilute your cum fuck why cant you just put it IN ME ALREADY"
You close your eyes and try to imagine anything that could be enjoyable, trying to block out the rough tugging and frustrated grunts above you. You don't want to think about how pissed she would be if you couldn't keep it up for her right now. As much as you try to envision anything sexier than this, you can hardly keep your erection, let alone get aroused enough for any amount of pre to help out with this.
You clench your fists in their restraints as she finally forces herself down hard enough. Her walls cling to you painfully the whole way down until her hips meet yours. She looks pleased with herself. You can feel something wet seeping out of her. You can't see the color with how she's blocking your view, but the sudden metallic smell in the air lets you know exactly what she did to herself. You're just glad that you won't be the one feeling that pain when her alcohol wears off.
The blood does help with the friction, though it does nothing to help your arousal. Roxy starts rocking her hips against yours. The movements are uncoordinated, but you try to focus on the feeling of her walls gripping you, of the warm slide as she starts bouncing on your hips. You try to ignore the smell of blood and puke and sweat and cheap vodka.
Despite being unable to keep a rhythm, Roxy is riding you like her life depends on it. You're imagining having better sex than this like your life depends on it. As much as you can daydream, it's not enough to get you off, even with how tight Roxy is around you, even with how much her blood slicks each movement.
You can feel the frustration coming off of her in waves the longer she rides you. Her face is scrunched up wrong, her breathing is only getting heavier, her mouth keeps twitching like she's about to start drunkenly shouting at you to make it work. She leans forward and plants both of her palms on your chest, using you for leverage to slam her hips down onto yours harder.
She's not too heavy, but having all of her weight concentrated on two points of your chest is enough to make it hurt. Every time she lifts her hips off of yours, she presses into your chest hard enough that you can feel it compress. You have to wonder if she's heavy enough to break your ribs, if she would be too drunk to notice if she did.
"God, Rox, can you ease up a bit?"
You have to spit it out through your teeth, and you get a grunt of response back from her a few seconds before she actually processes what you said. One of her hands moves up to your face, pressing against your mouth like she's trying to shush you but can't quite get the motion right.
"shhhh shhhooosshhh it feelso good for you just fill me up"
The weight of her hand on your mouth hurts more than it did on your chest, and you regret complaining. Luckily she moves her hand back to her chest a few seconds later to catch her balance after she almost falls on top of you.
You shut your eyes and start breathing through your mouth to avoid the smell. You don't bother saying anything to Roxy when you get close to the edge. She's not in a state where it would matter. You could tell her just how much you hate her and it would be forgotten by tomorrow. It wouldn't be worth anything she might do to you, though. You don't want her thinking that you need some alcohol in you to loosen up with her.
She lets out a small squeal of delight when she feels you cum inside of her. She keeps riding you through it until you have to bite your cheek to keep yourself from yelling at her to stop. She still won't get off of you. Instead, she lets her body fall forward until her mouth is pressed against your chest.
"'m gonna go for anthother round youre gonna get me pregant"
Roxy pushes her face up against your neck. You can smell her hot breath as she pants against your skin. You stay still under her until her breathing starts to even out and her muscles relax. Eventually, her whole body weight is slumped on top of you.
She starts snoring and you finally let yourself relax. You can shift in the restraints just enough to slide out of her cunt. She doesn't even stir as you move under her. You just hope she won't still be drunk when she wakes up.
