Random thoughts by me

Party

Okay so I wrote this super stoned and this scene kept on playing in my head, and I wanted to write it down before I forgot it before I got sober. This isn't supposed to be cute or relatable or even good. This isn't good. This is an awful thing to happen. But I couldn't get it out of my head and I was going mad so I wrote it here.
{WARNING: PURE SMUT, R@PE MENTIONED}

[also if there are a lot of misspelling or if this doesn't make sense, I'm so stoned rn it's unbelievable]
Y/N sits alone at her room, just on her phone texting a friend when she receives a message from her friend, Erykah.

Erykah: bro I just got invited to this party literally everyone's going you gotta come!!
Y/N: I mean like do you know anyone there? I don't wanna go if it's everyone we hate yknow.
Erykah: Yeah a few of our friends are going. It'll be fun I promise you can be my lil date;)
Y/N: fine but just know I will need some weed as compensation for doing this if it sucks.
Erykah: well obvi I'm not going to a party sober!
Y/N realizes that she needs to start getting ready now if she was going to look as hot as possible for this party.
After about an hour y/n has showered and gotten dressed, she has high waisted bellbottoms jeans, a scarf tube top that if it was windy out, she would flash everyone. She would wear a bra but she hasn't worn one in a year. She has some fake snake skin black boots that make her almost 6ft tall, which semi long curly hair in a shag with hair wraps and braids throughout. She decided to do a simple makeup look, the classic black cat wing, some bronzer to make her cheek bones look distinguished, and some lipgloss. She looked like the perfect transport of a hippie fit for the cast of dazed and confused. Hot as usual.
By that time she was only slightly late and runs to erykahs car that was honking at her for the past 30 seconds.
She was forced to live in a tragically hick highschool in buttfuck nowhere Oklahoma. She was way too cool for everyone there and they all knew it. Which is why nobody messed with her unless they were one of her many simps wanting to get in her pants. She could point out a few guys that had been slightly stalking her for the past 2 years since she moved there. She always stayed away from them since hicks are known for having anger issues and being weirdly strong. Bad mix. Plus she's already dating one of her simps, Sydnie. And y/n isn't about to jeopardize that she's the first simp that wasn't scary.
Y/N is trying to find ways of entertaining herself at this dreadfully boring party, she whipped out her dab pen out of her boot, where it had been conveniently tucked into. She took a few hits and knew if she took anymore she was going to get too fucked up, she was on the borderline black out mode because it's the funnest mode. You walk around making jokes with the hicks that all had a collective IQ of 38. One mysterious boy walks up with his friend that you sadly recognized. James.
James was one of the few stalkers I mentioned before. One of those creepy dudes who would wear a stained wifebeater in some 7 year old jeans. He had a freshly homemade buzz cut hair cut, and hundreds of undiagnosed and unsanitized cystic acne that you could practically smell getting too close, especially since he never wears deodorant, you can smell every imperfection on him, which is a lot. That genetic mutation had the audacity to take a liking on you. He constantly talked about you and how hot you were, how if he didn't have a girlfriend he would fuck me, he was worried I was a lesbian, and refusing to fuck his girlfriend because he's so hung up over y/n. You two were friends for about 12 hours before you were legit a little concerned for your safety. He decided that since I noticed his presence, he can sexually harass me and corner me. Really sad, pathetic really You point your attention to his friend, blonde, thick in a fit way, a Metallica shirt that was just stolen from the nearest spencers along with a few other things ;). He was more attractive by a long shot but he looks like he roofies 14 year olds and then gaslights you into thinking they were asking for it. Neither good candidates for entertaining you. You tried to walk away but got a little clumsy and tripped into James a little bit. You quickly stumble back.
'Fuck he must think I'm a bimbo drunken baffoon!'
"I promise I'm not drunk! When I'm drunk I'm not as clumsy! I'm just a little bit a lot a bit high!"
Now the weed is starting to hit you a little different now, which is the only reason why this made sense to you in your intoxicated state.
You take another hit to prove it to them.
*cough cough* "see?....fuck that was too much"
James: "what are you talking about?"
Y/N: " I tripped over my foot and I didn't want you to think I'm a sloppy drunk because that's just not good for my reputation, but I'm just high which seems a little bit better in my eyes. Sorry this seemed really weird, I took way too much." Y/N scurries off to get some food on her stomach.
You manage to get into the kitchen where you see empty pizza boxes and half drunk red solo cups full of Fanta and vodka.
You can feel yourself about to black out, and you don't want to be around people when that happens. Being high usually gets you really turned on and you don't want any distractions. You thought about texting sydnie that you're horny just so she can help you get off. You walk through to the living room, the strobe lights making your vision seem like they're photographs. You manage to stumble up the stairs of the house and wander into a bedroom to lie down. You go to the last one in the house, away from the noise and the most peace to myself. You lay down on the bed and it feels like you're sinking into it, you cannot even physically move or talk right now. You feel your soul start to drift away from your stiff body. You can barely force yourself to move an arm or say anything. Vibes too much rn for the mortal body to comprehend.
You hear the door creak open slowly. You try to tell them to get up that the room is spinning and he's going to get flung off! You're able to move your head up from the bed and no sooner it slams back down on the mattress. It looks like just a silhouette. Maybe I'm hallucinating? I don't care, I feel great.
Slowly the figure moves closer and closes the door, you hear a click right after the door closes, I wonder what that was. The figure keeps on saying something to you but it sounds like an alien language. You see the shadow man turn on a dim lamp, you look over to see who this mysterious shadow man was.
All you can tell is he's white and has short hair. Everything else is blurry like it's a flashback. You don't want to seem like a rude bitch so you smile to the being, what if it's a demon you have to be polite. You can hear the man slide closer to you and whisper in your ear.
"Are you conscious?"
I manage to move my head up and down while chuckling.
"Can you move anything besides your head?"
You think about it for a second. That's a strange question. You try to move your body and everything is super slow motion and week, like when you laugh to much and you can't grip anything, but on your whole body. You mustered up a whisper saying a little.
You hear the man start to chuckle, it sounded so sinister. You know the voice sounded familiar too. You think about what's happening and it takes a solid 5 seconds but you finally realize what's about to happen once he feels the man get on her, sitting around her hips so she can't move.
"Good." Said the blurred being.
You try to squirm away but you just look like an earth worm trying to run away from the grubby little kid that's about to pick you up.
".....stop......I have a girlf-" suddenly the mysterious being snatches you by your neck getting real close. You almost gag from the scent.
"You better stop fucking moving before I make you stop moving."
You couldn't breathe or function, you tried to stop moving but you started twitching from the fast movement. You start to cough "i'm...sorry." You open your eyes and you see who this man is. Fucking James. Who would have guessed.
You see his unbrushed teeth and chapped lips curl into a smirk. He reaches his head down and starts kissing you, then slowly moves down to kissing your cheek, and jawbone, your upper neck, where he hits your sweet spot, you buck your hips up involuntarily, you moan a little bit as he goes harder when he feels that. You feel so bad for liking this but the man got some skills. You start to trying to yell for help to get this gross man off of you either way.
"Sto-" you gasp suddenly. James goes and starts to bite and suckle on your earlobe. Your one weakness. You instantly melt and start trying to hold back a few moans. You manage to bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning like a hentai girl. When you can't control your body, it's really hard to suppress your body trying to tell someone that it really likes what their doing. James puts one of his hands on your throat again, not enough to choke, but enough to make your breath hitch and you can't get a deep breathe. You keep on telling yourself to sober up and beat this motherfucker to a pulp. But even if you weren't stoned, your body is too into it to actually win that fight.
He unties your tube top to reveal your slightly small but insanely perky breasts. You were always a little self conscious because they look like you have a cone bra on. Like come on it's a triangle.
James starts to grope your nipple in such an unsavory way. You cringe so hard you feel the vibration go down your spine. He quickly starts to unbutton and rip your pants off of you. Thankfully he didn't actually rip them or else he would have actually died. You start to squirm and squint your eyes shut.
James doesn't care since you can barely even rock your head back and forth. He quickly unzips his pants and whips his bulging dick. He scrambles to his back pocket and grabs a condom. Thank god. He slips it on and starts to finger y/n to get her wet enough for him. You lean your head back and feel the hypersensitivity on your clit, it feels like I'm getting my dick sucked because of how sensitive her clit is feeling. He takes a few of his fingers inside of you and scoops out some of your cum and rubs it on the condom to lube it up. He seductively sucks his fingers to get the rest of it off. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he moans into his fingers. He spreads your legs and raise them to be around his waist. He lined up to your hole and slowly pushed in.
You start to breathe heavier, you already feel like your about to cum but you keep on fighting the urge. His head is right at yours and you can feel his hot breathe on your lips as he starts quickening his thrusts, getting harder and deeper in. Your eyes start to twitch and go to the back to your head, you don't know if you can hold it back anymore you feel like a balloon ready to pop. You almost make your lips bleed from biting them so hard, you're still whimpering like a pathetic whiny slut, and James can't get enough of it. You try to get away one more time with what little energy you have left. You manage to get your fist and punch his back, you barely even touched him. He suddenly snaps and grabs my wrists and bring them together and is holding them down to the bed way too hard and tight your arms feel paralyzed. He suddenly slams his lips into yours snd starts to lick the inside of your mouth, otherwise known as making out. With nothing to bite your moans start to flow out of you and into his. You can feel his excitement and you accept what had happened and at least try to embrace it. Your breathe started to shorten and gets faster, it feels like your about to pee or your clit is about to explode either one. Your moans become more of a short high pitched whimper, it sounds like you're about to cry. He starts to go deeper and harder and tells me to cum, to cum to him and how hot he is. You couldn't even roll your eyes at that remark because your body let everything go. It was the biggest orgasm you've ever had. You were seeing music, hearing colors. It was pure nirvana. You feel his thrusts get faster and you hear his moans get louder and longer. Almost sultry like. He collapses on your chest after he came. Eventually rolling off of you. After what feels like an eternity you can finally feel yourself sobering up, not like you could move anyway. Your legs are still shaking. But you manage to turn your head to him. Who was beet red and sweaty all over. He looks over at you, leans up, and grabs the dab pen hidden in your boot. He leans back over to you, he slowly tilts your head up, blocks your nose and sticks the pen in your mouth so you're forced to inhale. Once you take one looooong hit James looks over at you and asks: "ready for round 2?"