#ierodoll

you guys met online. that should have been red flag number one honestly, especially considering the gore-ridden, incel cesspool of a website where you guys met. but you didnt mind much... you were both lonely and ready for action.

after a long awkward silence of sitting on his parents couch (and yes, it was his parents, who he still lived with at 26...) you were both practically panting like dogs, and when the tension finally snapped your tongues were in eachothers mouths in record time. it was sweaty and greasy, his glasses fogged up and your noses pressed together awkwardly, but neither of you could care. not when he was finally touching a real girl, and you a real "man"...

"mphh.. daddyyy.." you whined, sickening and needy, acting like a child for his validation. nuzzling into his greasy hair, no better than a man. he whimpered and panted like he might cum in his pants from your words alone, pushing up his glasses while he grinded his hard-on (in his lame ass khaki shorts) against your jeans.

"sh-shit.. say it againn.." he begged pathetically, both of you deeply brainrotted from hours of porn and mindless jacking off, gross and depraved, but atleast you were finally feeling some flesh that wasnt your own.

neither of you ever watched the intros, the foreplay. it was all about fucking. fucking like rabbits. so when both of you were stripped, (and it didnt take long) he was immediately shoving himself inside of you. it landed you in a world of hurt, but you were already a sick pervert, so it only served to make things better for you.

"oh i know... hes like soo totally lame !!" you smacked your gum, glossed lips sticking together with every word. a brainless, cruel smile on your plastered face as you watched yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair before class.

your hair was burnt with the straightener, and jacked to jesus. it was crunchy with hair spray and your cheetah print skirt was short enough to qualify as a belt as you walked out of the bathroom with your friends, still laughing about the loser you ran into earlier. you didnt catch his name, gerald or something? like you cared. he smelled rancid. his hair was wracked with grease, and he was pudgy and pathetic, just an entertainment piece for girls like you.

as you walked out of school, saying goodbye to the last of your gals, you felt a hand on your shoulder, clammy and rough. you turned around quick, your fake eyelashes fluttering dramatically.

"what do you want, freak..?" you spat, drawing back when you took in the sight in front of you, your sneer faltering for a moment when you saw the look on his pale greasy face. he looked like he was murdering you with his mind, or maybe fucking you, hell maybe both. you shuddered at the thought, fixing your hair as you swatted his hand off of you, grimacing. "and why are you blushing..." you half muttered, trailing off as you took in his blotchy cheeks.

"y'know you would be a lot prettier if you weren't such a bitch.." he moved quicky, grabbing your wrist with a bruising grip, and covering your mouth with the other, lip-gloss smearing across his hand and your face, mixing with his hand sweat. he walked you to a nearby alley, his hot pungent breath down your perfumed neck, making your heart spike with fear. "gonna fuck that dumb smile off your pretty little face, slut..." he muttered, like he was talking to himself and you were just a figment of his imagination.

"mphh.. fuckin.. hng.. weirdo.." you frantically yelled against his hand, shaking your head and trying to squirm away from him as he pinned you against the brick, slamming your head back as his sweaty anxious hand reached for your skimpy top, ripping at the seams as he yanked it down to expose your heaving chest, making quick work of your hot pink push-up bra too, his breathing now ragged like an animals. he didnt speak, just laughed, shit-eating and horny. you could feel him humping at your spray tanned thigh, already hard in his stained sweatpants. he was very clearly nervous too, probably a virgin, fueled by his sexual frustration.

"hng.. yeah..? imma weirdo..?" he practically whimpered, getting off on your insults like a sick little bastard. he groaned, grabbing the flesh of your hip with one hand, the other still covering your mouth as you started to feel lightheaded. he pushed up your mini-skirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat. "fuckk.. think you can just.. dress like a whore.. dumb fuckin bimbo.." he sputtered, ripping at your matching pink panties, and then his dirty sweatpants, his hands uncoordinated and getting messier.

"im.. n..notta bimbo.." you whined, muffled against his hand and sounding impossibly dumb. exactly what a bimbo would say. he knew it too, barking out a mocking chuckle, and finally getting your panties down and his cock out, stroking himself sloppily, hissing softly. your chest pounded, your face contorted with fear and your makeup running as sweat and tears mixed on your pretty face. you started to beg, the only thing you could do. but it only provoked him further, his panting hot and desperate on your face as he lined himself up with your tight, dry cunt.

"scream.." he grinned, and slammed into you in one shattering thrust, throwing his head back, his sweaty black t-shirt riding up to expose some of his pale chubby flesh. he held tight to your waist, leaning into your neck, nuzzling you almost tenderly, a major contridiction. that of a lonely, sad, virgin. "mphh.. love it when you scream..." he panted, whining and groaning, his thrusts inexperienced and animalistic.

"haahh.. n..no.. i.. shitt.. i hate you.. hate yo.." he cut off your muffled protests by replacing his hand with his lips, practically eating your face off, his unwashed mouth colliding with yours, glitter transfering to his cracked lips. you tried not to breathe through your mouth, his breath making you wanna vomit. and it was a good thing you didnt, because he would have probably taken you home with him.

"mm.. gonna.. gonna cum in this slutty little cunt.. mmkay..?" he grunted, his hips stuttering, asking even though your answer never mattered. "bitch like you is definitely on birth control.. hmph.." he laughed breathlessly, pumping a few more times before his hot sticky cum spilled into your clenching heat.

this was a good idea. you told yourself again, this was a great idea. as you stood at gerards door after following him home. what, he thought he could just cum inside of you and leave you like that? no fucking way.

you didnt like him. you didnt want him. this was just what needed to happen. this would help you sleep at night. you knocked at the door, loud and bold. still dressed in your usual glam but something was missing. something was broken. your makeup didnt look right no matter how many times you re-applied it, and your clothes felt like duct tape, and all you could think about was this goddamn loser. he would pay for this, just like you had been for the past few weeks.

when he answered the door, he looked suprised, then nervous, before plastering on a cocky defensive grin. "come back for more.. slut?" he mocked, leaning in closer, in his gross star wars pyjamas, and a t-shirt that surely doubled as a cum rag for him. you pounced instantly, your knee coming up to connect with his soft cock, with a concerning thud. he doubled over, grunting and whining like a bitch.

"you.. you're a worthless fucking mutt.." you sneered, full of hate, a dark thrill running through you as you watched him grabbing at his junk in pain. but you weren't like him... this was just his karma, you promised yourself, trying to ease the thudding under your frilly top. you got him down on the floor, your shiny mary jane shoe grinding between his legs while you slung insults and curses at him, your breathing frantic.

"p..please.. ung.. fuck im sorry.. s-sorry ok..?!" he pleaded, starting to cry as your shoe ground horrifically against his dick through the thin fabric. he gasped and grabbed at himself, at his splotchy chubby face, starting to sweat. you just laughed, the true face of irony, as you drank in his misery, just like he had savored yours.

"thats real fuckin cute gerard.. are you gonna take care of your little baby..?" you cooed with a sick smile, leaning down to yank a fistful of his greasy black hair in your hand, your janky fake nails scratching his scalp. you sneered in his face and rubbed at your tummy, fluttering your eyelashes, trying not to laugh in his face when you saw his eyes and the cogs turning in his head.

"b-baby..? you mean.. hng.. i really.. knocked you up..?" he gasped for air, his chest heaving as he looked up at you, shocked and scared. you could see the way he was about to beg you for forgiveness, to swear he would be the best dad he could, and for a moment it hurt somewhere deep in your heart.

but you couldn't feel bad, not for him. you laughed, cutting through the silence and causing his face to draw up with confusion. yanking his head back further, you landed a sick blow to his lower pudge. "im not pregnant, you fuckin idiot.. just wanted to see your stupid face.." you snarled, petting his hair as he held onto his torso, choking and drooling. but one little detail didnt go unnoticed by you. he was hard. painfully hard. just from your abuse and insults. god what was this guys issue...

your cute panties hit the floor quietly, and you snapped your fingers in his face like a dog. "get to it." you commanded, your hand fisted in his hair, as you stood over him, one shoe still on his cock, grinding and pressing. pressing harder to hear him whine when you wanted, playing him like an instrument. he lunged, shoving his face in your pussy with zero hesitation, like he was starved. you chewed on your pink glossy lips, not wanting to let him hear your pleasure, pressing harder on his erection, and feeling his whimpering vibrating against your cunt.

"mphh.. p..please.. it hurts.." he whined, muffled as he lapped at your clit. it only pissed you off, your hand tearing out more of his hair as you ground against his face. you had to cum, then you would be even. then everything would be okay again, and you could go back to your dumb, carefree life. could spend your time thinking about makeup and shoes and shopping, instead of the way you felt slumped against the brick that day. used up and broken.