She's My Winona

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: EDM

Ships: Skrillmau5

Warnings: FTM Sonny, Misgendering/Transphobia Kink, CNC, risky sex, characters saying very incorrect things about gender and biology both

The warm, humid air of the hotel bathroom cradled Sonny comfortably as he wrapped the fluffy white towel around himself. He towel-dried his soft, pale skin, and then his hair, until it was only damp. 

Being on tour could be exhausting, especially when he shared a hotel room with a cis guy. He always had to be very careful to change in the bathroom and sleep with his binder on unless he wanted to tip off that he was trans, and that was… well, intimidating. He was sure Joel would still be his friend if he found out, it just wasn’t his business. 

Sonny wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to the fogged mirror. He was grateful for the condensation that concealed his feminine figure- he’d been feeling somewhat dysphoric lately. He set about his bedtime routine of applying his testosterone gel, then brushing his teeth, and then beginning the arduous process of blow-drying his long hair. At least he only had to do it on one side, but still. 

As Sonny dried his hair, he heard Joel’s voice at the bathroom door. 

“You gonna spend all night in there, Son?”

Turning off the blow drier, Sonny turned to face the sound of Joel’s voice. “I’m just drying my hair.”

“Alright, well, I’m coming in, I’m not waiting on you so I can brush my teeth.”

At that, alarm surged within Sonny. 

“Wait, let me get dressed-!”

“Christ, Sonny, we’re all men here.”

The door handle turned, and with horror, the only thing Sonny could think in that moment to do was to cross his arms over his chest to try and conceal his breasts, but it was little use- his C-cup tits bounced as he stumbled backward from the opening door, and Joel’s gaze was drawn to them almost immediately as he entered the bathroom in nothing more than his sleep clothes.

His eyes widened, and Sonny knew that he was in the deep end now. No way to squeak his way out of this situation. A wave of humiliation washed over Sonny from the exposure- his T-dick jumped underneath the towel, betraying his excitement. 

Slowly, Joel approached Sonny’s nude form, taking in the sight before him. Sonny backed up until his back hit the wall, trying to press his tits flat against his chest as if it would conceal them, undo what Joel had seen. 

Joel smirked, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. 

“Well, well.” His hands came to rest over Sonny’s, fingers gripping his. “Don’t tell me this is what you’ve been hiding from me this whole time. And here I just thought I never see you naked because your dick is small or something.”

Sonny whimpered, and he let his grip weaken as Joel pulled his hands away, letting his tits spill free and bounce before settling against his chest. They were embarrassingly large for a man, and now here they were, exposed completely to Joel, with no hope of covering them back up.

“Joel, let go…”

But the Canadian didn’t listen, bringing both of Sonny’s wrists above his head and pinning them there with one hand, the other reaching down to grope at Sonny’s tits, squeezing and jiggling them. Sonny burned with shame as Joel played with his body, forcing his eyes shut. He was so embarrassed he wanted to cry.

Eventually, Joel’s hand came to do other things, too, pinching Sonny’s nipples, rolling the buds slowly between his thumb and forefinger. Against his will, a moan slipped from Sonny’s lips, only emboldening Joel.

“Well, someone clearly likes this,” Joel taunted, pulling at Sonny’s nipple just hard enough to milk another pleased mewl from him; lashes wet with tears, Sonny couldn’t meet Joel’s eyes.

“I-I don’t,” he insisted, despite the way his clit throbbed, aching for attention. “Joel, please stop…”

“You don’t?” Joel asked doubtfully, tugging at the towel around Sonny’s waist. “Somehow, I don’t believe that.”

Sonny could hardly squeak out a sound of protest before Joel untucked his towel, leaving it to fall to the floor and expose Sonny’s nether regions. Jutting out from the thick, dark hair of his bush, there stood his erect, pink clitoris, glistening with wetness as the evidence of his arousal dripped down the inside of his thick, supple thighs. Joel snickered and let his free hand come down to flick the pathetic little thing. Sonny winced at the pain. 

“Girls like you are all the same,” Joel commented, his voice dripping with something akin to disappointment as his hand slipped between Sonny’s legs, fingertips tracing the slippery folds of Sonny’s wet pussy. “You try so hard to pretend. You put these hormones into your body, you bind up your girly tits, you come up with fake boy names. But you know you can’t hide from the truth. And it makes you so fucking wet when you’re found out.”

“I-I’m not pretending-”

Sonny cut himself off with a shaky gasp as Joel’s fingers invaded his welcoming cunt, thrusting inside him until he betrayed himself with a moan. Smirking, Joel let his thumb come up to rub circles over Sonny’s clit, pulling more sounds from the poor fakeboy as he crumbled. Joel lowered his voice to hardly more than a husky whisper, leaning in to Sonny’s ear until he shuddered from the heat of his breath. 

“Don’t act like I’m stupid, Sonny. Men don’t have girly cunts and big bouncy tits like you do.”  He crooked his fingers inside of Sonny, ripping from him a high-pitched mewl. “You’re just a girl. A filthy liar with a needy, dripping pussy between her legs. No matter how much testosterone you take, or how many surgeries you get, you’ll never be a man.”

“Joel,” Sonny gasped out, legs twitching as Joel brushed against just the right spot inside him. His defiant facade was beginning to fall, giving way to the pleasure, but Joel wasn’t done with him just yet. Joel let his fingers fall from Sonny’s hole, wiping the slickness off against his sweatpants as he drank in the sound of Sonny’s desperate whimper. 

“Ah-ah. You’re liking this too much. You need to learn your place first.”

Letting go of Sonny’s wrists, he grabbed him by his long hair, pulling him to the mirror. The mirror had, in the time since Joel had come in, unfogged, now only dripping with beads of water and giving a perfect view at Sonny’s reflection; the girly tits he’d tried so desperately to hide, the way his clit throbbed and his cunt dripped. Sonny tried to look away, but before he could Joel’s hand was gripping his chin, forcing him to face his feminine reflection as his other arm slipped around Sonny’s waist, pulling him close so his body pressed right against Joel’s. Joel’s erection poked Sonny through the loose fabric of his sweatpants, and Sonny bit his lip in anticipation. 

“Isn’t this a better view?” Joel asked, though the remark was completely rhetorical. Sonny frantically shook his head. 

“No, it’s awful,” Sonny sobbed, eyes raking over the reflection of his girly body. He struggled against Joel’s grip, futile in his efforts. “Stop making me look!”

“You’re afraid of the truth, aren’t you?” Joel hummed, condescendingly. “When it isn’t making you drip.”

“No…” Sonny jerked his body uselessly against Joel’s. “Just let me go, please…”

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you go.” Before Sonny could breathe a sigh of relief too soon, though, a wicked grin spread across Joel’s face. “ If you tell me your real name.”

“Sonny is my real name!” Sonny insisted, but a quick shove against the counter quickly put an end to that farce. Joel’s hand slipped down to grope Sonny’s breast as the other reached back to push down the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I don’t have to let you go if you don’t want me to.”

Sonny seized up, bracing his hands against the sink counter as he looked back to Joel in alarm. “No, please-”

“Then say it.”

Sniffling, Sonny knew he had no choice but to give in if he wanted to be freed.

“Winona,” he admitted, his pussy clenching with excitement. “M-My name is Winona.”

“Winona,” Joel repeated, slowly, like he was rolling the syllables around in his mouth to see how they tasted. When he didn’t let go, Sonny squirmed, and at that, Joel’s grip tightened. 

“You’re pretty fuckin’ gullible, Winona.”

“Wh-What?!”

No sooner than Sonny registered what Joel meant by that was he shoved down against the sink counter, Joel’s forceful hand on his back and hard cock pressed to his exposed pussy. Looking up in the mirror, it was impossible for Sonny to miss the glint of sadistic pleasure in his eye. 

“Did you really think I’d let a dumb cunt like you go without learning her lesson?”

Eyes widening, Sonny thrashed against Joel’s hold, but he held her steady with one hand on her plush hips as he invaded her, pushing her against the cool laminate sink counter with the force of his thrust. He sank his length into her fully in one swift motion, pulling from Sonny a horrified cry. 

“S-Stop!” She practically squealed, tears welling up in her eyes as Joel set a quick, rough pace, fucking her pussy as if it was made to take his cock. Every thrust inside her made her feel electric, her inner walls extra sensitive from the hormones. She tried not to let it slip, but a high-pitched moan escaped her, the defiance dissipating from her voice as she croaked out a little, “Please…”

“You sound so fuckin' manly down there, don’t you, Winona?” Joel taunted, grabbing Sonny by the hair and tugging her up, forcing her to face herself in the mirror, watch the way her tits bounced with each thrust.

“Look at you. You fucking love this. Do you think real men like getting fucked in the pussy?”

Looking at herself in the mirror, mouth hanging half open, weak little grunts escaping her each time he pounded into her, it was hard to disagree. She shook her head, only to receive a painful tug to her hair once again. 

“Say it out loud, Winona.”

Whimpering, Sonny admitted, “Real men don’t get fucked in the pussy.”

“Good fucking girl,” Joel praised, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “And why’s that?”

“Because-” She cut herself off with a low moan, feeling the heat pooling at the pit of her. “B-Because men don’t have pussies.” 

“That’s it, baby, you’re getting there.” Joel’s thrusts picked up pace just a little, the bathroom echoing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. His voice was breathy as he tacked on, “And what does that say about you, Winona?”

“I-” Sonny choked back a sob. “Please don’t make me…”

“Come on, Winona. You can say it.”

“I’m not a man,” Winona finally admitted, her cheeks wet with tear-tracks as the little droplets fell to the counter, just by her near-forgotten bottle of hormones. “I-I’m a girl.”

“That’s right,” Joel groaned, sinking himself balls-deep inside her as he came. He worked himself through his orgasm, her pussy little more than a fleshlight to him as he fucked his cum deep into her. The hand that had been on Winona’s hip trailed slowly downward, brushing over her bush and coming to rub at her clit, still hard and wanting. 

As Joel let his softening cock slip from Winona’s cunt, so too did his cum dribble down the inside of her thigh. 

Whimpering under Joel’s touch, Winona let him manipulate her body, hand letting go of her hair to caress her torso and cup her breast, pressing her body to his as he muttered, low and gravelly, “Are you on birth control, Winona?”

Winona shuddered at his words, thighs pressing together around his hand. It was enough confirmation to Joel that she wasn’t. He smirked as he pinched her nipple between his two fingers, reveling in the little squeak it pulled from her lips.

“You know real men don’t need to worry about getting pregnant. It’d be a shame if you did, though. If you were eight months along trying to keep up your little ruse. I’m sure anyone would laugh in your face if you tried to tell them you were a man.”  

Winona moaned out pitifully, her body giving in to the pleasure as Joel’s hands worked her nipple and her clit, the two most undeniably female parts of her. She made a soft sound akin to a defeated whimper and shuddered, and then as Joel continued rubbing her softening clit, her leg twitched with overstimulation. 

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Joel whispered, pressing a kiss to the shaved part of Sonny’s head as he let his hands slow to a still. For a long moment they stood that way, chests heaving with exertion as their bodies remained pressed together. Joel’s hand moved upward to caress Sonny’s torso, thumb rubbing circles into his hips. Eventually, Sonny broke the silence. 

“That was… really good.”

“Really?” Joel asked after a moment, a little surprised. “I kept expecting you to safeword.”

“Mm-mm.” Sonny shook his head, leaning his body weight into Joel a little more as he let his arms come to rest over Joel’s. “I told you, man. I like you when you’re mean.”

“If you insist,” Joel said with a little chuckle, not quite sure how he got so lucky as to click with someone who matched his sadistic side perfectly. “But you know I’d punch the shit out of anyone who actually said that stuff to you, right?”

“I know, Joel.”

After that, Sonny cleaned himself back up a little, and the two of them made their way into bed to cuddle a bit more comfortably and go to sleep. Joel rolled over to turn off the light, then wrapped his arms around Sonny’s now-clothed body. He’d stripped down to boxers himself, never quite comfortable sleeping in clothes, and let Sonny put his on. The two of them were plenty warm even without the cover on, but as they spooned, something didn’t sit quite right with Joel. 

“Hey, Sonny?” He asked. 

“Mm?”

“I know you said it was fine if we didn’t use a condom, but you aren’t actually on birth control either, are you?”

“I don’t get my period anymore, Joely. I don’t think I can even get pregnant,” Sonny answered with a yawn. “If it bothers you that much we can run by CVS and get some Plan B in the morning.”

Assuaged, Joel relaxed again, squeezing Sonny a little tighter and letting his eyes fall shut. 

“No, we don’t need to. I just wanted to make sure. Goodnight.”

“Night, Joel,” Sonny replied with a little grin, taking Joel’s hand off his stomach just to press a kiss to the back of it. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Son.”