little story idea i was thinking about. ive been looking at a lot of orientation play and misgendering play and wondering what about it appeals to me and why. some of it is eroticizing taboo and anxieties around legitimacy and desire the psychic force of bioessentialism etc. i think i made it maybe too real and/or i didnt take it far enough pls let me know what you think if u have any feedback i havent written much horny stuff before so id really appreciate it and i might riff on something like this again in the future sometime
CW: messy kinky sex, orientation play ("dykebreaking"), self misgendering by a trans woman, eroticising comptop
It was hard to say who was more humiliated.
“So this was all you fucking wanted from the start, huh?” She spat words over the rhythmic wet slaps of their sex.
“NooOOoooOOOooOOOOooo” came the whining reply, more a moan than a word, her voice wavering which each bottoming out of the cock inside her.
“You sound like a fucking pornstar.” She wanted to deny it, to defend her dignity, but it was true. Every thrust brought another embarrassingly genuine noise out of her throat, a grunt, a gasp, fuck she was practically squealing.
“Even your pussy can’t keep it quiet, huh? You ever gush like this with other girls?” She started dragging her cock slowly, all the way out to the tip, only to plunge back in balls deep. Without the frantic smack of her hips and the creak of the bed, she could hear the wet suck of her traitorous hole gripping on to the cock as it dragged out of her and the awful squelch each time it suddenly stretched her around it again.
“Not like what?” Squelch “Use your words sweetie” Grip.
“I-I-I’m nnot a chaser like thaa-” Squelch “AAhhh” she spasmed around her thickness, squirmed and rocked against it, losing herself for a moment. When she came to, the woman above her was laughing darkly and had stopped her teasing movements.
“Sweetie. Don’t fucking lie to yourself.” She started fucking her again, this time a slow and steady rhythm, building up momentum. “I told you when we fucking matched, I don’t like to top too much. What did you say back? Do you remember? Do you have the braincells left to remember of have you leaked them out around this fucking cock, huh?”
She tried to cover her face, to hide from her gaze, to stifle the noises starting to leak back out of her but the other woman grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her with one hand and grabbed her by the cheeks to make her look up at her with the other, she noticed the difference in size of their hands and that shouldn't have turned on.
“YOU said “oh no problem I tooootally get it”” The imitation of her was a shrill and girly caricature and that shouldn't have turned her on either.
“And now look where we are,” she started speeding up again, “you couldn’t fucking wait to get this cock in you. I can’t believe you- haah, fuck - you fucking asked for this after two dates!” she dragged her, grabbed her legs and pressed them up over her head and felt the smaller woman shiver around her.
“Oh you love getting fucking MANhandled huh?” and hearing that definitely shouldn’t have turned right the fuck on so hard she moaned in response, her now free hands clapping over mouth right after, staring scared and helpless into the livid eyes of the woman above her.
“Are you even a fucking lesbian?” she couldn't respond, couldn’t form a coherent thought, “I’m just the dick you're allowed to have, huh? I’m not even a fucking person to you, am I?” the squealing was back and a coiling, lurching heat was building “Bet you get off to.. fucking dykebreaking porn you.. you fucking wish I was a man huh?”
She might have heard herself try to say no but honestly she couldnt tell apart her hearing from her thoughts from her smell and all of it was drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of being split open on the cock pounding into her fluttering and spasmping sex “maybe you do fucking love women, but you definitely LOVE fucking cock"
She came like she had only a few times before. It was the kind of orgasm where she forgot who she was, where she was, everything except the waves of pleasure and the warm full feeling of being fucked. Eventually she heard someone panting and realised it was her own panting and only then remembered she existed, she was alive. Then she saw the woman above her and the thick dick that had just ruined her she was working in her fist, with the tip pointed down at her face.
“Wakey, wakey” that’s when the shame came flooding back and twisted her gut in a knot
“Shut up. I’m gonna.. I’m gonna fucking cum on your face now, okay?” She froze, paralysed by the shame and the harsh words and something else, but she couldn’t help but think it sounded like the other woman was asking herself as much as anyone. “Isn’t that how this ends? In your stupid porny fantasy?” She could see, now that she risked a glance up at the other woman’s face, that she was crying, or she had been. Somehow, even that added to the something else.
“Here it comes” she felt a hand on her cheek, she opened her mouth and looked up at the cock, and the woman, and the woman came with a little moan and a gasp.
It wasn’t much, it wasn’t like her porny fantasies but it was enough to give them both the feeling of it, to mark who had been well and truly dicked down, to punctuate it. Then the shame and the orgasm and the crying and the something else all twisted together and they twisted together in the bed and laid there and breathed. It was hard to say who had needed it more.