The Rumor That Ruined MJ’s Life by AryaStarkNaked
Discover the untold story behind 'The Rumor That Ruined MJ's Life' in this gripping erotic tale by AryaStarkNaked. Explore themes of passion, betrayal, and redemption as MJ navigates the fallout of scandalous rumors that threaten his world. Dive into this captivating narrative that blends steamy romance with heart-stopping drama. Read now for an unforgettable experience!
I don’t own anything MARVEL related. This fiction was made without pay, compensation, or profit, for your perverse enjoyment. , It’s funny how a fake rumor can destroy someone’s life. Just a few months ago the snarky and sarcastic punk high school senior Michelle Jones became a slut. It was news to her, and she didn’t know where it started. In less than a week, the entire class completely believed that she was sucking and fucking every guy that wanted it, they were certain she was blowing guys behind the school and spreading her legs for cock.
It started as most rumors do as whispers in the hallways of her high school, Midtown School of Science and Technology, before turning into catty jeers from the more popular girls in the school. She was never very popular herself, her snarky attitude and her grating habit of pointing out uncomfortable truths always kept people from getting too close to her. Despite that, she never really was bullied herself, at least she wasn’t until she became a slut. That was when the coughing sounds of “whore” and ‘slut’ started following her in the halls, the men began to eye-fuck her, and the women glared at her. At first the caustic teen thought she was just being paranoid, that they weren’t talking about her. That lasted until the writing in the girl’s bathroom, and she couldn’t deny it any more.
“Michelle Swallows”, “Michelle Does Anal”, “Jones Joneses For Cock,” the walls read – and her personal favorite, “MJ Loves Giving BJs”. The pressure only got higher when a picture of her in her bra and panties started being shared in group chats. Oh that made her so mad. She hadn’t shared that with anyone – she had meant to post it to the gonewild subreddit anonymously, but backed out at the last second in fear. Somehow someone had found it and gave it out like candy to everyone she knew. Of course this single picture only confirmed to all the people in her class that all the rumors about MJ were true.
That Michelle Jones was a massive slut for cock.
It didn’t matter that she denied it.
Michelle denying it had about as much effect as you’d think. Men would hit on her, expecting her to suck them off or fuck them. Normally she was one who shrugged off problems, but this was wearing on even the snarky teen; she was getting more depressed by the day, certain that this would stick with her forever. It even started affecting her grades, she was so bothered by it. She thought it was bad then, but it got even worse when she found the website.
She was sitting in her bed trying and failing to do her homework on her laptop when the Discord friend request came. She didn’t recognize the name and almost ignored it, but in the end clicked the accept button. When the new contact sent her a link in a private message, she clicked it in even less time. It sent her directly to a site filled with well-photoshopped photos of her getting fucked and being covered in cum. Her mouth gaped open in surprise at the viciousness of the comments calling her a cum-guzzling black whore. There were more comments wondering how much she enjoyed getting her ass fucked, and even worse ones commenting on how she deserved what she was getting because she was such a useless bitch that only pretended to be a stuck up punk. Incredulously, there even was one saying how she fucked five guys at the same time at a party at Liz Toomes’ house last year. It wasn’t true of course, but all the replies on the comments thought it obviously happened.
It was at this point in Michelle’s life, the crushing depressing feeling like a weight around her neck, that Flash Thompson asked her out. He was rich, he was good-looking enough, and she had the bright flash of an idea to get her out of the situation. If she went out on the date with Flash and kept it prim and prudish, he’d spread word that she was just that – the complete opposite of a slut. So she bit back on her tongue and didn’t call him by his real name – Eugene – and said yes, she’d go out with him.
So Michelle Jones did what she’d never thought she’d do; she got ready for a date for one the preppy popular boys in her class. She kept it simple and to her style with a metal band shirt with a green jacket and baggy pants, while keeping her hair flowing and wavy like it always was. She was in a great mood, sure this would work, so she gave Flash a rare smile when he picked her up, and kept it on her face.
When Flash turned away from the restaurant they were going to and instead headed to the park overlooking the city and found a secluded point to pull over in, she almost started crying at just how unfair life was being.
Flash gave her that sleezy grin of his as he pulled out his cock from his pants that certainly cost more than MJ’s entire outfit. As her hazel-colored eyes stared at the cock that was already hard and twitching eagerly, something inside of her mind just gave up. Every part of the last year came crashing down on the teen, too much for her to handle any more. Her life up to this point almost seemed over for her, behind her. This was her life now, if she accepted it. Everything snotty, snarky, and smart just fell away from MJ’s heart, and she opened her mouth.
“I fucking knew it.”
Flash moaned in pleasure as Michelle’s hot and wet mouth surrounded his cock. She bobbed her head up-and-down, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Every time the cock thrust against her throat, something died inside of the punk teen. Every gag from the tip of the cock was a last gasping fight against all of the injustice that had been dealt to her, but that girl was disappearing. He was fucking her face now, thrusting up to meet her head’s downward bob.
“I knew you weren’t anything more than a cocksucking slut.”
He was thrusting his cock into her mouth as she drooled around him. Flash didn’t stop insulting her there, he cranked it up. Cumrag. Fuckface. Cockslut. Every thrust into her mouth and every degrading work just broke MJ down further. He was right, and deep down Michelle was accepting it. This was her future, this was everything. All the time she put into being good at school, her extra activities in the academic decathlon, how snarky and bitchy she tried to be, nothing of it mattered. It was all pointless, because of the cock plowing her mouth. She was nothing but a little black whore for dick.
“I knew you’d give in you little bitch. I fucking knew.”
Flash’s cock was massive, stretching her pouty lips, every word of his degrading triad punctuated by a thrust deeper into her throat.
“You’re such a fuckslut, MJ. You were made for this. You were made for cock!”
Michelle Jones was, and she knew it. She wasn’t a smart, strong, independent woman, she was just a worthless slut. This was a truth that was being burned into her soul as her mouth was fucked. After the months of rumors, insults, taunts, after everything she saw of herself on the internet, here she was being facefucked by Flash Thompson not even minutes after she got picked up.