𝐂𝐖 ♱ gn!reader but they are wearing makeup, dubcon, alcohol + drugs (ecstasy), manipulation/coercion, corruption kinda, exhibitionism, use of “slut”, suckin on strap, some spit, bootlicking [1.1k] . . . 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ♱ everyone who said maki on this post… i am holding you accountable for these thoughts.
Maki is the kind of woman you want to impress.
Which is exactly why, when she invited you to this kickback, you were already pulling your best outfit out of your closet before you even finished texting your response. And when she offered you a shot, then another, and a drink on top of that, you gulped them all down without so much as a grimace. And when she presented a colorful little pill, like a piece of candy perched between her slender fingers, you opened your mouth and let her place it right on your tongue, braved the bitterness of it and reveled in her pleased expression when you swallowed it dry.
You wanted nothing more than to make Maki like you, so when she tucked a stray hair behind your ear then let her hand linger on the curve of your cheek, when her thumb found its way to your mouth and began to smudge the lipstick there, when she pushed past your lips and dragged the pads of her fingers over your tongue — you were pliant, obedient, staring back into sharp eyes with big, watery ones of your own. Sucking shyly at her fingers just to hear her sweet hum of approval.
You were elated when she kissed you.
(Maybe it was the substances giving you tunnel vision, or maybe it was simply her, but you didn’t even notice the way her friends leered around you in that moment.)
And when Maki told you to get on your knees and show her just how devoted you can be — well, you’re sure you bruised them with how quickly you complied.
Looking up at her now, she’s nothing less than the coolest fucking girl you’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous, captivating, and she’s looking right back down her nose at you — little, awkward, desperate-to-please you. To have her attention like this feels divine, and you’re happy to be on your knees to receive her blessing.
You lean easily into her touch, like a helpless kitten chasing affection, when her muscular arm extends to pet at your head, the other hand grasping the heavy black silicone between her legs. The low, colorful lights shift and dance across it, making it look shiny and almost menacing as it’s angled right over your face, giving you a good look at just how big it is.
There’s a warmth blooming from between your thighs that swells quickly into a raging fire, ignites you from your gut to the base of your neck, makes your eyes roll and your hips shift from your place kneeled on the scratchy carpet. Your mouth opens on its own, lids heavy and breath hot as your body takes over to chase a primal, drug-fueled instinct — to feel the weight of her plastic cock on your tongue, hollow your cheeks and suck on it like a thick, veiny pacifier.
You don’t see the sick smirk that spreads across her face with your eyes rolling closed, but you do hear the satisfaction in her voice.
“Knew you’d be a good little slut for us.”
The “us” washes over you like cold water, and your spit feels especially thick as it pools in the back of your throat.
Right to the left of you, nonchalantly lounging on the couch and watching the debauched show you’re putting on for them, are Maki’s friends. Men. Men you’d barely paid attention to. Men who have been paying very close attention to you.
They bleed together in your peripheral vision, but you can hear them. Murmuring, snickering. You realize now, that they’ve been here the whole time. And this is likely not the first time they’ve been here, in a situation like this.
“Don’t pay attention to them, pay attention to me.”
Nails pricking at your cheeks pull you from your thoughts, and back to the statuesque sight above you. Backlit by flashing light, she’s angelic. No, godly. And clouding your brain is a chemical heaven, but Maki is clear as day to you. Her squared shoulders, the subtle bulge of her biceps. The slope of her breasts beneath the high-neck top she’s still wearing. And those eyes, sharply calculating, narrowed down at you.
She taps at your cheek, and your jaw falls open.
She smiles, tight-lipped, and asks, “Have you done this before?”
With the thick tip of her cock resting against your bottom lip, you shake your head. No.
“Aw,” her brows turn up, mocking, but they look nothing but sincere to you, “So innocent.”
Deep laughter to your left.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and she guides the heavy plastic across it slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. It tastes of silicone, and the alcohol that lingers in your own mouth — sweet, and bitter. You wonder for a moment how she’ll taste. If she’ll let you taste her. God, you hope she will.
You whimper involuntarily at the thought, and she cocks an eyebrow at you, bending her cock up and away. “What do you want, hm?”
The truth comes tumbling out before you can stop it.
“I just want to impress you!”
More laughter rings out from the couch, but Maki shoots daggers at them from the corner of her eye that instantly kills the sound. She blinks back to you, and the steel of her gaze seems to soften — or maybe the soft glow of your own admiration is making it appear that way.
“Oh yeah?” You nod, small and meek, and she sucks her teeth at you. “Well, you could start by cleaning up the mess you made on my boot.”
You hadn’t even felt yourself drooling, but a quick glance down and you can see the evidence shining there on the toe of her sleek black shoe. Embarrassment heats your cheeks, and your hand flies to wipe the wetness from your chin, then down to do the same with her foot. But she steps back, a condescending “nah ah ah” halting you.
“Lick it clean.”
And as easy as praying, you lower your head to the floor and drag your tongue along the hard leather of her boot. You do it again, and again, careful to clean up every drop of your own desperation until the black is smooth and glistening.
When you finally lift your head, she’s leaned over, her face inches from yours. Her lips graze your ear, her voice like warm molasses dripping down your neck.
“You want to impress me that bad?”
You nod, but that does not please her. Her fingers twist in the hair at the base of your skull, straining your neck back painfully as she hisses, “Say ‘yes ma’am’.”
“Y-yes ma’am,” you squeak, and she releases you, straightening up to tap her cock on your lips again.
“Then keep that mouth open for me. And for anyone else that wants to use it. Think you can do that for me?”
The sound of shuffling around you is background noise to the angels singing in your head as Maki pets your cheek. Whatever you do tonight, you’ll be doing for her, and that feels as Good as devotion.
“Yes ma’am.”
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