>> After your grandparents passed, your parents dumped their old, rotting manor on you with zero help. “You’re broke, so deal with it,” they said. Reluctantly, you move into the isolated, creepy estate alone, expecting dust, leaks, and maybe some rats.
pair ; zombie!megan skiendiel / g!p!reader
tags ; penetration. breast (nipple) sucking. aphrodisiac.
-> ‘MYLM’ masterlist.
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Lara stood there for a second, staring at your unconscious body slumped against the wall. She poked your cheek again, then sighed.
“…I’m not doing all that,” she mumbled to herself. “I’m not carrying you all the way to the bed.”
She straightened up, brushed the dust off her black slip dress, and vanished in a shimmer of air.
A moment later she reappeared outside, in the overgrown backyard of the manor where the ground was soft and disturbed. There was an old, half-sunken grave-like patch under a dead tree — dirt mounded up like someone had clawed their way out more than once.
Lara floated over and casually kicked a small rock off the edge of the mound. It rolled down and thunked right onto the dirt.
A hand shot out of the earth a second later, swatting at the air.
“Hey!” came a muffled, irritated voice from below.
Megan slowly sat up, dirt and bits of leaves stuck in her messy dark hair. Her eyes were still half-closed, looking grumpy as hell. She was wrapped in what looked like an old linen shroud mixed with normal clothes, all of it stained with soil.
Lara hovered nearby, hands behind her back, smiling innocently. “Hi Megan! can you help me with something?”
Megan rubbed her eyes, brushing dirt off her shoulder. “Lara, I was sleeping.”
“I’ll bring you an actual fresh human corpse later,” Lara said sweetly, like she was offering candy.
Megan’s eyes snapped open fully. She suddenly looked very awake. “Okay. What is it?”
Lara grinned. “There’s a new human who just moved into the manor tonight. She’s… passed out in the study right now. Can you carry her back to the master bedroom for me?”
Megan blinked. “Who?”
“The new human,” Lara repeated, a little impatient. “She arrived today. Alive and really cute too. Come on, I’ll show you.”
She reached down and grabbed Megan’s hand, yanking her the rest of the way out of the dirt. Megan stumbled up, still shaking soil from her hair, and let Lara hold onto her.
In a swirl of cold air, both of them disappeared.
They reappeared in the study right next to where you were still out cold on the floor. Lara had already fixed your shorts and underwear while you were unconscious, so at least you weren’t exposed anymore. The hickeys on your neck were still very obvious though.
Megan crouched down immediately, tilting her head as she looked at you. Her eyes scanned your face, then the marks on your neck, then your body.
“This is the new one?” she asked, voice low and a little raspy from sleep. She poked your arm with one dirty finger, testing how warm you were. “Huh. She’s actually solid.”
“Yep,” Lara said proudly, rocking on her heels. “Her name’s Y/n I think. Super funny. She got scared and passed out twice already.”
Megan let out a short huff that might’ve been a laugh. She slid one arm under your back and the other under your knees, lifting you up like you didn’t weigh anything. Your head lolled against her shoulder, still completely unconscious.
“She’s heavier than she looks,” Megan muttered, adjusting her grip.
Lara floated alongside her as they headed toward the stairs. “Be careful witch her neck. I… got a little excited earlier.”
Megan glanced at the hickeys and raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. “You’re such a horndog.”
They made it up to the master bedroom without any more incidents. Megan laid you down on the big dusty bed carefully, pulling the blanket over you. She lingered for a second, staring at your face with open curiosity, brushing a bit of hair away from your forehead with surprisingly gentle fingers.
Lara hovered near the foot of the bed, looking pleased with herself.
“She’s going to freak out when she wakes up again,” Megan said quietly.
“Probably,” Lara agreed with a giggle. “But at least she’s back in bed now. Thanks, Megan.”
Megan just grunted and wiped some dirt off her own arm. Her eyes kept drifting back to you though, clearly interested.
Lara hovered beside the bed for a moment longer, watching you sleep with a lazy smile. Then she stretched her arms like she was bored. “Oh well… I’m going now. Bye.”
Megan’s head snapped toward her. “Wha— you’re just gonna leave her here? Lara!”
But Lara was already gone — just a faint shimmer in the air and then nothing. She had teleported away without another word.
Megan stood there in the middle of the master bedroom, covered in grave dirt, staring at the empty spot where Lara had been. “That little… ugh.”
You started stirring a few minutes later. A low groan left your throat as you slowly woke up. Your head was pounding, especially the back of it where you’d hit the floor earlier. Everything felt fuzzy and heavy. You blinked slowly, trying to remember what the hell happened last night.
Before you could sit up properly, Megan rushed over.
“Oh no…” she muttered under her breath. She darted to the old wooden drink cabinet in the corner of the room, yanking it open and grabbing the first bottle she saw.
She didn’t even check what it was — just poured a generous amount into a dusty glass and hurried back to the side of the bed.
“Here,” Megan said quickly, sliding one arm behind your back to help prop you up a little. Her skin was cold and slightly rough, patches of dirt still clinging to her. “Drink this. It might help with the headache.”
Still half out of it, you let her bring the glass to your lips. The liquid was strong and bitter, burning a little as it went down, but you drank most of it anyway. It did ease the throbbing in your skull almost immediately.
You blinked a few more times, vision clearing.
That’s when you really saw her.
Megan was leaning over you, her face close. Pale, gray-blueish skin with visible dark veins, messy hair tangled with bits of dirt and dried leaves. Her eyes had that unnatural dull glow, and her old dress was stained with soil like she’d just crawled out of the ground. She looked exactly like what she was — undead. A zombie.
You choked on the last sip.
“What in the hell—?!” You scrambled backward on the bed, nearly spilling the rest of the glass as you pressed yourself against the headboard. Your heart slammed against your ribs again. “What is it this time?!”
Megan froze, still holding the glass, looking a little startled by your sudden panic. She tilted her head, dirt crumbling off her shoulder.
“I’m Megan…” she said slowly, like it was the most obvious thing. “I was just trying to help with your head. You hit the floor pretty hard earlier.”
You stared at her — at the grave dirt, the unnatural pallor, the way her fingers looked stiff. Your mind flashed back to Lara’s terrifying face, the floating, the way she went through walls. And now this zombie girl was casually feeding you mystery alcohol in your dead grandparents’ bed.
Your voice came out shaky. “None of this is real. I’m still dreaming. Or I died. Or—”
“You’re not dead,” Megan said calmly. She set the glass down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you carefully. “You’re very alive. That’s why we’re all so interested.”
She reached out slowly, almost gently, and brushed some hair away from your forehead, her cold fingers lingering for a second. “Lara got a little too excited and scared you. Sorry about that. She’s… playful.”
You were breathing fast again, eyes wide, stuck between wanting to bolt and being too dizzy to move. Megan just sat there patiently, like a zombie girl casually waiting for you to stop panicking in her haunted manor.
She glanced at the fresh hickeys on your neck and raised an eyebrow. “She really went all out, huh…”
The room tilted. Your head felt fuzzy and warm, like someone had poured hot honey straight into your brain. The drink… it was hitting way stronger than normal alcohol.
“Shit…” you mumbled, pressing a hand to your forehead. Everything felt too hot and too slow at the same time. You slumped back down, head hitting the pillow as you tried to steady yourself.
Megan’s eyes widened. “H-hey, are you okay?” She leaned over you quickly, one cold hand touching your cheek. “You look really flushed all of a sudden…”
She reached for the glass on the nightstand and finally noticed the small folded note stuck underneath it. She opened it and read the elegant handwriting:
“Made by your favorite succubus ;)”
Megan’s face went pale (well, paler). “Oh no… Daniela.”
Before she could explain, you looked up at her. Your eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. The potion was hitting fast — heat spreading through your whole body, making your skin tingle and your cock twitch back to life in your shorts.
Megan’s cold, undead face… it all looked weirdly hot right now.
You didn’t think.
You just grabbed the front of her dirty dress and pulled her down hard, crashing your lips against hers in a messy, desperate kiss.
Megan made a surprised sound against your mouth, stiffening for half a second before melting into it with a low groan. Her lips were cold and dry, you kissed her like you were starving, tongue pushing into her mouth as your hands roamed down her back.
Megan shivered, her cold hands sliding under your shirt, touching your warm skin. “Mmm… wait— the potion…” she tried to mumble between kisses, but you didn’t let her finish.
You rolled on top of her, pinning her down on the bed as you kissed her deeper, hips grinding against her thigh so she could feel how hard you were again.
She tasted like dirt and something sweet underneath. Her body was cold and a little stiff, but she was kissing you back eagerly now, one hand tangled in your hair while the other grabbed your ass, pulling you closer.
You broke the kiss only to trail your mouth down her neck, sucking hard on her cold skin, leaving marks even though you knew they probably wouldn’t stay. Megan let out a shaky breath, arching up into you.
“You’re burning up…” she whispered, voice hoarse. Her hands slipped under your shirt again, pushing it up as her cold palms ran over your toned stomach and chest. “The potion… Daniela’s stuff always makes people so needy…”
You didn’t care.
You just kissed her again, harder this time, grinding your hard cock against her through your shorts.
Megan moaned softly into your mouth, her legs parting slightly so you could settle between them better. Her cold thighs wrapped around one of your legs as she rocked up against you, clearly affected even if her body temperature was lower.
She pulled back just enough to look at your face — flushed, desperate, eyes hazy from the succubus potion.
“You’re really bold when you’re drunk on this stuff…” she murmured, a small, flustered smile tugging at her lips. One of her hands slid down between your bodies, palming your bulge through your shorts. “Oh… you’re so warm.”
You groaned and kissed her again, losing yourself in the weird mix of her cold skin and the burning heat rushing through your veins.
Your hands moved on their own, grabbing the front of Megan’s dirty dress.
The old fabric was already weak and torn in places. You yanked hard.
The dress ripped down the middle with a loud tearing sound, exposing her pale, gray-blueish skin and small breasts.
Dirt crumbled off her chest as you pulled the ruined dress completely off her shoulders and tossed it aside.
Megan let out a surprised gasp, but she didn’t stop you.
You leaned down immediately, mouth latching onto one of her cold nipples. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around the stiff peak as your hand squeezed her other breast.
Her skin was so cold it almost stung against your burning mouth, but you didn’t care. You sucked and licked like you were trying to warm her up, switching between her nipples, leaving them wet and slightly reddened.
“Fuck…” Megan breathed, her voice rough and low. She arched her back, pushing her chest further into your mouth. One of her hands gripped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as you kept sucking. “That’s… yeah, like that.”
You groaned against her skin, the sound vibrating through her chest. Your free hand slid down her body, pushing the rest of the torn dress off her hips until she was completely naked underneath you.
Her body was cold everywhere, skin patchy and marked with faint old scars and dirt smudges, but you couldn’t stop touching her.
You ground your hard cock against her thigh, the friction making you whimper into her breast.
Megan’s breathing was getting heavier. She shifted under you, spreading her legs wider so you could settle between them better. Her hand tugged at your shirt.
“Off, please.” she muttered. “Take it off. I-I wanna feel you.”
You sat up just long enough to yank your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere. The second your bare chest pressed against hers, you went right back to her tits, sucking harder on one nipple while your hand pinched and rolled the other.
Your hips kept rolling, cock leaking against her cold thigh, leaving a wet trail on her skin.
Megan let out a shaky curse, her head falling back against the pillow. “Oh gosh… you’re really going for it.” Her cold fingers ran down your back, nails digging in slightly as she pulled you closer.
You obeyed, switching to her other nipple, sucking it deep into your mouth while your tongue flicked fast. Your hand moved lower, sliding between her legs.
She was cold there too, but getting wetter the more you touched her. You rubbed her clit in slow circles, then pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She clenched around you, tight and cold.
Megan moaned, hips bucking up into your hand. “Yeah… fuck, just like that.”
You kept sucking on her tits, alternating between them, leaving marks and spit all over her chest while your fingers fucked her deeper.
Your cock was throbbing painfully against her thigh, smearing precum everywhere.
The potion made everything feel ten times stronger — every little sound she made, every twitch of her body, every drag of her cold skin against yours pushing you closer to losing it.
Megan’s hand moved down and wrapped around your cock, stroking you slow and firm. “You’re so fucking hard,” she muttered, voice breaking a little. “Been a long time since I felt anything this warm…”
You groaned around her nipple and thrust into her hand, fucking her fingers while your own kept working inside her. The wet sounds of your fingers pumping into her cold pussy mixed with the obscene sucking noises from your mouth on her tits.
Megan’s free hand stayed in your hair, holding you against her chest as her hips started moving faster, chasing your fingers.
The potion had completely taken over.
You let out a low growl against her chest and suddenly flipped her over, pushing Megan off the bed and onto the dusty wooden floor.
She landed on her back with a surprised huff, dirt from her hair scattering across the floorboards. You followed right after, crawling over her and shoving her legs apart roughly.
“Fuck… I need to be inside you,” you muttered, voice hoarse and shaky. Your cock was aching, leaking steadily as you lined yourself up against her cold entrance. “Can’t wait anymore.”
Megan’s eyes widened, but she didn’t push you away. She just spread her legs wider, one hand gripping your shoulder. “Then do it—”
You thrust in hard in one go.
The feeling was intense. Her pussy was freezing cold inside, tight and slick, but the contrast against your burning hot cock made your eyes roll back.
It felt weird — almost uncomfortably cold at first — but so fucking good at the same time. You groaned loudly, burying your face in her neck as you bottomed out, hips flush against hers.
“Shit… you’re so cold,” you gasped, voice breaking. “It feels… fuck, it feels insane.”
Megan’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, her back arching sharply off the floor. Her cold walls clenched hard around your cock, fluttering as she adjusted to the sudden stretch.
“Oh my god—” she choked out, voice high and a little silly from the shock. “I-is this what Lara felt—? Fuck!”
You didn’t give her time to recover. You started moving, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the old bedroom.
Every thrust made her cold insides drag along your length in the most addictive way. The temperature difference was driving you crazy — your burning cock fucking into her freezing pussy over and over.
“Too much?” you panted against her neck, still thrusting hard and deep.
Megan shook her head quickly, legs wrapping around your waist. “No— don’t stop. Keep going. Harder.” Her cold hands grabbed your ass, pulling you deeper with every thrust. “It’s so warm inside me… I can feel everything.”
You growled again and fucked her faster, the floor creaking under you both. You could feel her cold nipples rubbing against yours with every movement. You reached down between you and rubbed her clit with your thumb while pounding into her, making her cry out.
“Fuck, Megan—” you groaned, voice rough. “You’re squeezing me so tight. So fucking cold….”
Megan’s head fell back against the floor, mouth open as broken moans spilled out of her. Her body was jerking with every hard thrust, dirt smudging across her pale skin from how roughly you were fucking her on the ground.
“Yes— right there,” she gasped, nails digging into your back. “Don’t slow down. I’m— fuck, I’m really close already.”
You leaned down and latched onto one of her cold nipples again, sucking hard while you kept slamming into her. The wet, filthy sound of your cock plunging into her cold pussy filled the room. You could feel her getting wetter, her icy slick coating your cock and dripping down onto the floor.
You pulled off her nipple with a wet pop and looked down at her face — eyes half-lidded, mouth open, completely wrecked.
“You feel so good,” you muttered, thrusting deep and grinding against her. “So fucking weird but so good. I’m gonna cum soon if you keep clenching like that.”
Megan let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan as you hit a particularly deep spot. “Then cum— I want it. I haven’t felt anything like this for a very long—”
Her words cut off in a sharp cry as her orgasm hit her. Her cold walls spasmed hard around your cock, squeezing rhythmically as she came, back arching off the floor.
You groaned loudly and fucked her through it, the intense cold pulsing around you pushing you right to the edge.
“Fuck— Megan—” You buried yourself deep and came hard, hips stuttering as you pumped thick ropes of cum into her freezing pussy. The contrast made the pleasure last longer, your cock twitching inside her as you filled her up.
You collapsed on top of her, both of you breathing hard. Your warm body pressed against her cold one, cum leaking out around your cock where you were still buried inside her.
Megan’s arms wrapped loosely around your back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as she caught her breath.
You stayed inside her for a long moment, panting against her neck, before the fog in your brain started clearing just enough for reality to crash back in.
“Wait… what the fuck did I just do?” you mumbled, voice hoarse. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, staring down at Megan — naked, covered in dirt smudges, your cum slowly leaking out of her cold pussy.
Your cock was still half-hard inside her. The potion was still simmering in your blood, making your skin feel too hot and your head fuzzy.
You pulled out with a wet sound and sat back on your heels, eyes wide. “I just… I fucked you. On the floor. Like an animal. What the hell is wrong with me? That drink— that wasn’t…”
Megan blinked up at you, still lying flat on her back, chest rising and falling. She looked a little dazed herself. Then she let out a small, awkward laugh.
“Uhh… yeah. That was one of Daniela’s potions,” she said, scratching the side of her head and getting more dirt in her hair. “She likes making them extra strong. Sorry. I should’ve checked the label.”
You ran a hand down your face, still breathing hard. Your cock twitched again just from looking at her naked body, the potion refusing to let you calm down completely. “This is insane. I don’t even know what are you and I just—”
“Hey, hey, relax,” Megan interrupted, sitting up slowly. She looked a bit silly trying to be soothing while completely naked and covered in dirt. “It’s okay. You’re not a bad person or anything. The potion just makes you… really horny. And honest. That’s all.”
She scooted closer on her knees, still on the floor with you. Her breasts swayed slightly with the movement. She glanced down at them, then back at you, cheeks faintly darker.
“H-here…” she mumbled, a little shy but determined. “You liked my breasts earlier, right? When you were sucking on them?”
Before you could answer, Megan cupped one of her own breasts and flicked her cold nipple with her thumb, making it harden instantly. She played with it slowly, rolling it between her fingers while watching your face.
You were stunned, mouth slightly open, eyes locked on her fingers toying with her nipple. The potion was still buzzing in your veins, making your cock twitch visibly at the sight.
Megan noticed. She gave a small, awkward smile and kept playing with her nipple, pinching it lightly. “See? It’s okay. You can touch them again if it helps you calm down.”
You didn’t move at first, still processing everything, but the sight of her cold fingers on her own breast was too much. Megan noticed your hesitation and gently reached out, caressing the back of your head with her cold hand. She guided you forward slowly, almost tenderly.
“Come here,” she whispered. “It’s alright.”
She pulled your head down to her chest. Your mouth found her cold nipple almost instinctively. You latched on and started suckling, slow and deep, tongue swirling around the stiff peak. The coldness against your hot mouth made you groan softly. Megan let out a quiet sigh, her hand staying in your hair, gently stroking and petting you as you sucked.
“That’s it…” she murmured, voice soft. “Just like that. Take your time.”
You switched to her other breast, sucking harder, lips sealed tight around her cold nipple while your hand squeezed the first one. The contrast was addictive — your burning mouth against her freezing skin. Megan’s fingers kept running through your hair in slow, soothing strokes, like she was trying to calm a scared animal.
You moaned around her nipple, the sound muffled against her chest as you kept suckling, eyes half-closed. The potion was still making everything feel heightened, but Megan’s gentle petting was strangely helping you relax even as your cock stayed hard between your legs.
Megan let out a small, content hum, her cold nipple hardening even more in your mouth. “You’re really good at that,” she whispered, still stroking your hair. “T-thank you…”
They met at a party, with Megan dancing her heart out and Sophia simply drinking with her friends. When their eyes locked, the feeling was instant. Their eyes wandered immediately, seeing how their dresses hugged their bodies and how wild they looked. Sophia took Megan to her hotel room, then it all transpired from there.
They met every other week. It wasn’t solely sex. Sophia made sure of it. They hung out like friends, talked like friends, and acted as friends. It was only in the bed room they ever acted like lovers.
Megan is cheeky. She likes poking fun at Sophia just cause she can, knowing that Sophia will get angry and then fuck her. Megan would be a power bottom, idc.
you were megan's sworn knight. your role was to guard her. but when she asks more of you, you can not help but drop all sense of propriety and obey her command. she is the princess after all.
✧ a/n: okay guys first post on this acc im feeling kinda nervvyy this took ages to cuz i had to channel that old english energy and pull some capacious vocabulary out my ass anywayss enjoy :3
✧ wc: 5.1k ✧ status: completed
✧ tags: dom bottom!megan, service top sub!femreader, porn WITH plot, set in late medievalish england (not historically accurate), power dynamics, making out, cunnilingus, fingering, mirror sex
the door should not have opened.
you were trained to wake to the faintest of disturbances; the soft creak of wood floorboards, the whisper of movement where there should be none. instinct takes hold before a thought can form. your body tenses up and your breath is caught halfway as your hand unconsciously reaches for the hilt of the sword beside your bed.
you sit up.
moonlight spills in a pale ribbons across the floor, climbing the stone walls and there, standing within it.. is her. princess skiendiel.
for a heartbeat, you can only stare at her.
she does not belong here. not in the stark simplicity of your quarters, not among tge rough linens and the bare stone. and yet she stands there, as though she has stepped out of some dream you were not meant to remember. like one of many you have previously had. her white chemise fell in soft waves around her, the thin fabric catching the silver light, hinting at the shape beneath without ever revealing it.
“your royal highness!” you are on your feet in an instant with the essence of sleep gone entirely. “are you hurt?”
you move toward her with every sense of yours sharpened, eyes scanning her face, her hands, the delicate line of her throat. no blood. no sign of struggle. no fear.
“i heard nothing,” you continue more urgent now. “was there a disturbance? did someone-”
“no.” the princess's voice is quiet and certain.
you stop in your tracks.
the silence that follows is different now, in a way you cannot place into words. she watches you, and there is something in her gaze that unsettles you far more than any physical threat could.
“my lady,” you carefully say again but lower this time. “you should not be here. this is no place for a noble of your caliber.”
a faint smile touches her lips. “and yet,” she murmurs, “you did not send me away.”
you hesitate and that is your first mistake.
her eyes flick past you, drawn to the sword resting within reach. you follow her gaze, but do not connect the dots fast enough.
she moves gracefully and unhurried, her fingers closing around the hilt as though it belongs to her. she lifts it, the blade catching the moonlight between you.
“my lady!” you step forward in instinct to protect, a sharp edge in your voice now. “that is not a toy.”
“i know what it is,” she replies softly.
the way she says it makes something tighten in your chest.
she turns the blade slightly, studying it. but not with fear, not even with curiosity, but with a strange deliberate focus. the steel reflects in her eyes, a thin line of silver cutting thriough her brown irises.
then she steps closer, till the distance between you is almost nothing.
you can see the rise and fall of her breath now, the subtle shift of fabric against her skin. you are suddenly, acutely aware of one's self too; of the looseness of your shirt, the warmth beneath it, the vulnerability of standing before her not as a knight in shining armor but as something far less guarded. you both were never meant to see one another reflected in such a light.
“my lady,” you try again, but your voice has become unsteady.
she does not answer. she only lifts the blade between you. her gaze locks onto yours: steady and unflinching. and then, slowly, she brings the flat of the steel closer to her lips. time seems to still.
you should stop her from whatever she was about to do. you know you should. the words rise in your throat, but they never leave it.
her lips part just slightly. and then her tongue traces along the cold metal. a slow glide from base toward the tip, as if she is relishing in the taste of it. the movement is unhurried, almost thoughtful, and utterly at odds with the danger of what she holds.
your breath catches. not from fear. from the fact that her eyes never left your own. not for a single moment.
there is no hesitation in her, no embarrassment. only that same steady, knowing look. watching the way you react. the way you don’t move.
the way you can’t.
“m-my lady…” the words finally come, but she has utterly broken the previous foundation of composure in your cadence. the words lack any former strength they may have held.
she lowers the blade just slightly, though she does not step back. a faint smile returns to her lips.
and still… she does not look away.
the air in your chamber feels different now. everything was too close. what usually held an uncomfortably cold breeze felt too warm.
princess megan skiendiel still stands before you, your trusted sword lowered but not forgotten in her hand. the faint sheen of moonlight clings to its steel, but most importantly to her skin.
you force yourself to breathe.
“your royal highness.” you say, more firmly this time. you try grasping for something solid: a reason, rank, duty, anything that will steady you. “this has gone far enough.”
her head tilts, just slightly.
“has it?” she asks.
you step back, creating distance where none seems to want to exist. it feels necessary. “you should return to your chambers. if anyone were to see you here-”
“they won’t.”
“that is not the point, my lady.” your voice sharpens, though not out of anger but out of strain. the strain of controlling oneself. “i am your sworn knight. my place is to guard you, not..” you stop yourself before the words can form.
not this. not whatever this is becoming.
she watches you closely, as if weighing every word, every flicker of hesitation. then, slowly, she sets the sword aside.
the soft clink of metal against wood echoes louder than it should.
“not what? what if that not is exactly what i want?” she asks.
your jaw tightens. “what you want does not change what is proper.”
a smile curves her lips again, its subtle but unmistakably deliberate.
“proper..” megan repeats as though testing the word on her tongue.
she takes a step closer. you hold your ground this time, just barely but regardless it is held.
“you follow my commands in all things,” she continues softly. “you sleep outside my door. you watch me dress, you stand guard while i bathe, you remain at my side when others must leave.” her voice lowers, threading through the silence. “and yet now you speak to me of propriety?”
“that is different,” the statement comes out weaker than intended.
“is it?”
she is close now. close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body, the faint brush of her presence without even touching.
its tooo close but stepping away would feel like retreat or surrender. and you were taught to never surrender.
“you belong to me in service,” she says, her tone quiet but unyielding. “that is the oath you swore.”
your pulse pounds, each word tightening something deep in your chest anf stomach.
“yes,” you answer carefully. “in service.”
her eyes search yours with sharp intent.
“and if i asked more of you? of your service?”
silence falls again bit heavier this time. you know this ground. you know the lines drawn by duty and by honor and by the unspoken rules that govern everything you are.
and you know you are standing at the edge of them.
“my lady…” your voice drops, roughened by restraint. “there are lines that should not be crossed. not even for you.”
something flickers in her expression, its not anger, not quite. something more dangerous.
“not even for me,” she echoes then, softer, she continues bringing her mouth toward your ear. “or not even for yourself?”
that lands deeper than it should.
you look at her (really look this time) and the certainty you’ve always held begins to fracture. because this is not command alone. not authority for its own sake.
“i would not have you dishonor yourself,” you say at last.
her gaze does not waver.
“then do not call it dishonor.”
the space between you feels impossibly thin. your duty tells you to step back. to end this. to restore the distance that should exist between princess and knight. between sovereign and subjct. between shepherd and flock. between the commander and the commanded.
but you don’t move. and neither does she.
“look at me,” megan says softly.
you already are and that (more than anything) is the problem.
there is nothing else in the world that holds your attention the way she does in this moment. no duty, no rank, no oath is carved into your bones strongly enough to compete with the fact that she is standing there before you, close enough that you can see her chest rise and fall and the faint outline of what lies beneath.
you should step back. but you do not. instead, you take a slow breath in, as if that might steady something that has already begun to unravel beyond retrieve.
“my lady…” you begin but-
“stop calling me that,” she whispers “just megan.”
the words land quietly, but they seemingly change everything. your eyes search hers for certainty, for order, for anything that feels like the world you are supposed to belong to.
you find none of it.
only her irises boring into your own.
“megan,” you correct, barely audible, as though addressing her by her forename properly might be a kind of treason. blasphemy even.
something shifts in her expression at hearing that. not of triumph but permission.
she moves first, closing what little space remains until there is none left that feels safe to retreat into. you step backward until back makes contact with the cold stone walls of your quarters. your breath catches as she tilts her head down toward you, her presence no longer something you can pretend is accidental. it is no longer something you can find an escape from.
your hand lifts but not to stop her. you’re not sure when it stopped being about stopping anything at all.
your fingers hover near her wrist, uncertain, then settle there gently instead, as though anchoring yourself.
“this is…” you start again, but the sentence never completes.
“improper?” she supplies, almost softly amused now.
you don’t answer. because you can’t.
her hand rises slowly, hesitating only for a heartbeat before she touches your chest. the tips of her fingers light against the fabric of your shirt, as if testing whether you are real, or whether you might disappear if handled too roughly.
you don’t move away. that is what decides it. she leans in.
the kiss is not sudden. it is not rushed. when her lips meet yours, it comes as second nature, as a question that already knows its answer.
for a moment, you remain still. caught in the rafters between every vow you have ever made and the one you are making right now without words.
then you respond, carefully at first, afraid the moment might shatter if ypu were to handle it too forcefully. but megan does not pull away. megan does not hesitate and that alone is enough to undo what little discipline you had left to offer.
your hand moves to her waist, steadying her, pulling her closer against your body before you can stop yourself from wanting exactly that. her lips are unbelievably soft and feel way too good against your own. your body moves before your mind can formulate another argument for why this is wrong.
her fingers tighten slightly on the fabric at your breasts, then shift, beginning to hesitantly undo the string fastening of your shirt. the motion is slow, unhurried, neither of you is fully certain where restraint ends and permission begins, only that you wish to no longer to repress what you feel.
you break the kiss just long enough to breathe her name again. a string of saliva connecting the two of you.
“megan…”
she does not answer with words. only with the way she looks at you. she is still close, still unflinching, still choosing this. that reassures you for what you are about to do.
your hand finds the edge of her chemise, hesitating there, waiting for permission. she nods once. that is all.
fabric loosens. you remove it from her with the gentleness of someone handling a butterfly. the world outside this moment fades into something distant and unimportant as you eyes rake over every inch of skin that is slowly being exposed.
there is only the warmth between you and the way your names stop feeling like titles and start feeling like something far more fragile.
it is not as if you have never seen megan bare before. you stood guard as she was bathed by the maids. but it was strictly duty. you had never let your eyes linger for too long although you felt compelled to. but right now it all felt different. you couldnt rip your eyes away no matter how hard you tried.
you were in a trance. when your eyes returned to the princess's face you were met with an expression that caused an odd feeling to brew within your abdomen. her eyebrows were furrowed and cheeks flushed. her eyes dropped to your lips and immediately you two connected again with fervent passion.
you felt her warm tongue enter your mouth. the image of her gliding it against the steel of your sword returned to your mind. you whined into the kiss with the need to feel more. your rough hands glided across the smooth expanse of her back pushing her closer.
your hand continued to travel around megan's body squeezing her ass and pulling her hips against your thigh. this rhythm of slow grinding and kisses continued for a while until you both were out of breath, resting your foreheads against one another's.
you could feel the small wet patch she had caused on your braies. a newfound sense of confidence at how pliable she was under your hands inspired you to switch positions. you swapped pushing megan up against the wall. she shuddered feeling the cold stone directly on her bare back.
before she could even complain your mouth found her neck, sucking and licking.
“you cannot leave any marks… if any other noble we're to notic-”
you hummed in response. the words entered through one ear and swiftly made their exit out the other. you were too far gone on the heavenly taste of her skin, high off the small moans and whimpers she let out when you left a bite.
you begin to slowly trail lower. her jaw. her collarbone. her breast. you take a nipple into your mouth letting your tongue circle and glide over the sensitive bud. megan was clearly enjoying this as she grabs your unoccupied hand and encourages you to grab the other nipple. each gentle pull and squeeze elicited another sinful sound to fall from her wet pink lips.
moving lower, you placed gentle kisses across her tummy. it made megan giggle slightly as your administration felt ticklish. and oh her giggles. they made you smile against her soft skin. her laugh: it was the guiding star during dark nights. to say the woman was perfect would be an understatement. to not worship every inch of her was a deed unforgivable by the heavens.
Finally, your knees hit the ground. for a moment, you can do nothing but look at her. her eyes find yours immediately.
they hold.
neither of you speaks. in the flickering candlelight, she looks almost unreal. like an apparition which had appeared from above. there are no jewels, no crown, no attendants to announce her importance. and yet she has never seemed more like a princess than she does now.
beautiful.
your breath catches as your eyes rake over her body only to travel upward to meet hers again.
there is warmth in her expression, a tenderness you rarely see when courtly masks are in place. she is looking down at you with such openness that it almost hurts.
you have seen her in grand halls and crowded courts. you have watched nobles bow before her and ambassadors stumble over their words in her presence. none of that compares to this.
here, she is simply megan. just megan.
and somehow that makes her even more breathtaking. and for a heartbeat, you are no longer a knight kneeling before a princess. you are simply a woman staring in wonder at someone she never expected to love quite this much.
you slowly placed kisses on her inner thighs with the utmost gentleness. tracing kisses up until you finally come face to face with her heat.
“i have never seen beauty such as yours..” you breathe, “you are too fair… you are bound by grace.”
“then undo me.”
you waste no time in obeying her command, spreading open her cunt and licking a stripe through her folds, savouring her taste.
she gives way too easily under your touch. how she feels, how she smells, how she tastes, it is too much at once. too rich, too full, too unguarded in the way it offers itself.
you try to be careful with it. you really do. it is too much and not enough. you suck at her clit causing her to moan your name in such a sinful way.
she is utterly undone, so wet, her hole is just leaking begging to be filled, tighteningaround nothing. a mix of her slick and your saliva lingers at the corner of your mouth, dripping down slowly but you become aware of it only after it has already marked you.
megan arches her back too overwhelmed by the sensations, she tries to grab the stones of the wall, anything to steady herself. instead she settles for a hand in your hair. her moans grow louder and louder as she is totally over come by the pleasure of your tongue.
even though your living quarters were close to the princess's (for practically of being her personal guard) thus further away from the rest of the servants, it was best to remain careful. after all, the night is silent, it does not take much for a sound to travel in such conditions.
you pull your face out from between her legs for a short moment to utter, “be quiet.”
immediately, the princesses’ hands in your hair tighten, shoving you closer. “you do not command me, understood?”
you moan as she pulls on your hair, the pain mixing into a feeling of pleasure. “understood?”
“mhmm~” you hum out the vibrations on megan's clit sending a wave of satisfaction through her. she uses your mouth, you simply obey and let her manipulate you for her own desire.
despite her performance of domination, she brings a hand to cover her mouth to stifle her noises. alerting anyone would not be an ideal situation.
megan has always attempted to treat you as her equal despite the harsh lines of roles which separated you. but to have her exercise that power upon you in this instance. to remind you of yourself. to remind you of your position beneath her (quite literally) was exhilarating. it turned something within you nothing ever had before.
she used your mouth as a mere puppet to bring her to her own pinnacle.
“i feel~” she moans out, “i'm~”
you lose yourself in it. the rest of the world fades until there is nothing but her. you grip harder onto her shaking thighs keeping them spread apart.
your lungs burn faintly from how little attention you've paid to breathing. every thought that once felt important (duty, rank, consequence, whatever else) has dissolved beneath the simple reality of megan's taste on your tongue and her hands in your hair.
one moment you're leaning into her without thinking. the next…
both her hands catch the side of your head and push. hard. your neck jerks back. the suddenness of it stings.
you stumble slightly grasping onto megan's legs for stability, breath catching painfully in your chest.
for a heartbeat, you can only stare at her. both of you are breathing hard.
megan's bare marked chest rises and falls dramatically. loose strands of hair are stuck to her forehead with sweat. her lips are parted as she looks at you.
and all at once, panic crashes into you. a cold, sick feeling drops straight into your stomach.
you've made a mistake. you must have. why else would she stop? why else would she pull away like that? every fear you've ever carried rushes forward at once.
"your highness..." the words leave you breathlessly. "did i-"
you swallow.
"did i do something wrong?"
for a second, megan only stares with her eyebrows furrowed. then her expression changes completely. all the intensity melts away.
"oh."
the sound is soft. almost startled.
before you can say another word, both her hands are on your face. softly bringing you to stand up and face her at eye level. she steps forward immediately, closing the distance again.
"no," she says. her thumbs brush against your cheeks. "no, no."
there is such genuine affection in her voice that it almost hurts. you must still look stricken because she gives a small, disbelieving laugh.
"my knight." her forehead touches yours. "you thought that was why?"
you don't answer. which is answer enough. her eyes soften.
"you've been perfect." the words are quiet. certain. she says them as though there has never been any doubt. "perfect."
one hand slides into your hair again, but this time the touch is impossibly gentle. megan smiles. a warm, fond smile that makes your chest ache.
"i pushed you away because i did not want our fun to end so soon. after all, the journey is just as delightful as the destination."
a faint flush colors her cheeks. both of you are still drawing uneven breaths. still trying to recover.
"look at you," megan murmurs.
you lower your eyes automatically but she immediately brings a hand to your face and lifts your chin.
"don't." there is no command in it. only tenderness. "i want to see you."
for a long moment, she simply studies your face. and the way she looks at you is far more overwhelming than everything else you had just done.
"you've been perfect," she repeats softly. "exactly as you are.”
megan’s fingers find your sleeve again before you can step away. you pause, breath still unsteady, your hand remains half-lifted as though you meant to create distance again.
she glances past you, toward the far wall of your chamber where slightly tarnished looking glass (mirror) stands, its surface imperfect, framed in dark wood and worn with age.
it is not meant for megan. nothing in this room is.
“take me there,” she says quietly.
for a moment, you don’t move. the request is simple and yet it settles over you with the same weight as everything else she has asked of you tonight. still.. you nod.
your hand finds th3 princess's without thought. the contrast is immediate. hers is so soft, not just smooth but untouched. no roughness, no strain, no mark of labor or steel. a hand that has never needed to hold anything heavier than silk or parchment.
yours… is the opposite.
calloused. scarred. shaped by years of training, by the weight of a sword, by blows taken and given. the skin is rough where hers is not, the difference stark enough that you feel it the moment your fingers close around hers.
yet megan does not pull away. if anything, her grip tightens slightly, as though she notices it too.
you guide the princess across the room, slow, measured steps until you stand before the mirror together. it is small. barely enough to hold both your reflections clearly. but it is enough.
enough to see the truth of it. you behind her. her before you. your hand still holding hers. you look at the reflection and it feels almost like looking at something forbidden.
she is light even in the dimness of this room. the pale softness of her bare skin, the way she carries herself without ever needing to guard against anything the world might throw at her.
you are a shadow beside her.
your shirt loose, your posture instinctively protective even now, your body marked by a life she has never had to live. there are faint scars along your hands, your forearms, stories written into your skin that no court would ever speak of.
you are the same age and yet you are not the same at all. her gaze meets yours through the glass.
“look at us,” she whispers.
you are. you can’t look away.
your free hand rises, slower this time to guve her the chance to stop you. to let her pull away, to remember what stands between you.
she does not.
your fingers brush against her arm first. the softness of her skin is almost startling, it felt like touching something too delicate to be real. you’ve guarded her for years, stood at her side, but never like this, never without distance.
“you have never had to fight,” you murmur, more to yourself than to her.
“no,” she says softly.
“you have never had to lift a finger. all is placed before you.” there is no shame in it. only truth. “you have never had to make a decision. all is made for you.”
“and yet,” megan begins, her gaze steady in the mirror, “i chose to come to you.”
that lands deeper than anything else. your hand shifts, resting at her waist now. she leans back into you, just slightly, closing what little space remains between your bodies.
in the mirror, it looks different.
your head dips, your breath brushing against the crook of her neck before you can stop yourself. she tilts her face just enough that you can see her expression change to be completelyunguarded, completely vulnerable within your hold.
“tell me what you see,” she murmurs.
your eyes flick back to the reflection. to megan. to her face. to her body. to your bodies.
“you,” you answer quietly. “too bright for a place like this.”
“and you?” she presses.
“not meant to stand beside you,” you hesitantly admit.
she turns then, just enough to face you, not fully, but enough that her eyes meet yours directly rather than through the glass.
“you already do, always.” she says.
and then she closes the distance. the kiss this time is different. less uncertain. less restrained.
her hand rises to your cheek, her touch impossibly gentle against skin that has known only force and friction. your own hand tightens slightly at her waist, pulling her closer without thinking, as though you might lose her if you don’t.
your lips part only briefly before finding hers again, aware of the line you are both once stood on had been long passed.
megan's fingers trace along your jaw, then down, brushing against the roughness of your skin as if learning it. choosing it.
you breathe megan's name against her lips, quieter now. and she answers not with words but by drawing you closer.
she turns again so her back is pressed to your front. megan grabs your hand trailing it down her body. her other hand reaches behind you both to grab your nape and pull your head forward.
“finish what we began." she whispers in your ear, oh so softly.
your hand, pressed so gently against the inside of her thigh, with the other snaking around her waist.
your finger tips traced through her wetness. your fingers slipped into her with ease, she had been ready to take you.
she moans directly into your ear as you fill her up. her heat engulfing your fingers, sucking you in. you begin pumping your fingers, desperate to hear her continue making such noises. her hips unconsciously bucked up into your hands with need.
“more.” she breathes.
of course you obey. you curl your fingers inside megan, hitting the perfect spot, causing her to spill out a string of blasphemous curses.
you have heard a thousand sounds in your life that require your attention. but none of them have ever held you the way her voice does. she whispers words of praise and command into your ear while her hips match the pace of your fingers pumping in and out.
“you are doing so well my knight.”
when she speaks your name, you could almost believe there is something heavenly in it, something not meant for ordinary ears.
you feel her clench around your fingers as her hips begin to stutter. you bring your other hand around to rub circles on her clit, causing her to softly gasp at the added stimulation.
you look at the reflection of you two. the sinful sight almost causes you to lose your balance. you watch as your fingers stretch her open while you add in a third digit. you watch then disappear into her. you watch her chest rise and fall. you watch her abdomen tense and back arch.
her moans begin to grow louder.. in an attempt to stifle her noises she connects your lips once more. it's messy. it's desperate. the complete opposite of the princess the kingdom expects is before your in this very moment.
her legs being to tremble as she struggles to hold up her weight.
“mmm thats it thats it keep going~”
the grip she has on you is suffocating, a clear indication she is close. she opens her eyes for a moment, meeting yours in the mirror. its mesmerising. her whines rise into a crescendo as her legs give out. the strength seems to leave her as she reaches her peak.
the years of training have made you strong in quiet ways. supporting her weight is no problem for you.
megan's body convulsed, her juices squirting out and dripping onto the floor. all restraint she'd ever had slipping loose all at once. she could no longer hold herself in the shape the world expected of her.
you have stood in great cathedrals and listened to choirs rise toward the heavens, but even those sacred songs seem so distant now that you have megan in your arms. her body is the most sacred sight to you. you still cannot fathom that it was you whom she chose to share such a vulnerable state with.
and the way she had sounded during it all? the way it made you feel could not be accurately recalled in words.
if angels truly have voices, you think they must sound very much like her.
Sophia didn’t even have time to get on her knees before Megan was already shaking. Megan’s tail was wagging so fast it was like a propeller, staring nervously as Sophia was already unclasping her belt.
Sophia kissed through Megan’s boxers first, feeling how thick she was from tip to base. Megan nearly came from that alone, but she held it in. She needed to be a good puppy.
When Sophia’s lips wrapped around her cock, Megan was already in tears. She was grabbing the bed sheets, grabbing Sophia’s hair, and shaking with every fiber on her body. Her tail kept thumping against the bed as she mewled.
Sophia was slow and patient, spending more time praising Megan than actually sucking, but Megan couldn’t even tell the difference since she was so overwhelmed anyway.
Megan came so hard she nearly passed out, having to depend on Sophia to clean her up.
pairing: meifiz (megan x sophia)
sinopsis: It was messy and Sophia did Megan no good, and she was a little selfish and a little bit of a douche bag. But Megan made her laugh so much regardless.
includes: angst, hurt!!!!, smut, top!sophia, softdom!sophia, bottom!megan, megan is a little of a brat, sophia is pathetic tbh, age gap, mommy kink, repressed feelings, praise, deep fall into subspace, fingering, i use "doll" a lot
now playing: CANNIBALISM! by slayyyter
Sophia twirled the phone in her hands, mulling the instinct over in her head. The wind is starting to pick up and Sophia really hates the cold of New York. It was hard to force herself to not think about it. The streets are busy. She should refrain from it. She should know better.
She was dialling the number in before she could really think to stop herself a third time, pressing the screen firmly against her ear, like it would shield her from the breeze.
Calling... megan🍒
Fuck. Sophia really hoped she didn't pick up. That Megan had some sense in her and would simply ignore Sophia's desperate cries for attention.
But Megan would never leave her hanging, even when she should.
"Hey..." Megan's voice dropped into Sophia's gut, like it was a drug, coursing through Sophia's veins like poison.
"I'm in your city." Sophia said sharply, voice rough and low, all her well trained composure turning into dust when it came to the chinese girl.
"That's why you called voice? You know it's cringe when we don't video call." was Megan's cool response, always so good at pretending it was fine, that her heart wasn't racing since she saw sophia🍒 blinking on her phone's screen.
"You fucking suck." Sophia said, a little breathless, already laughing softly, because fuck it if it was messy and she did Megan no good and fuck it if she was a little selfish and a little bit of a douche bag. Megan made her laugh so good regardless of all of that.
"Do you want me to?" Megan's voice dropped to an almost whisper, something low and throaty because she was scared of overstepping even when Sophia was practically begging Megan to walk all over her.
"I want to see you, yeah." Sophia sounded like a wounded dog and Megan wanted to kick her in the stomach. Fucking loser. "Want to grab a drink? Non alcoholic. And you know I brought a few joints with me."
Megan rolled her eyes, knowing Sophia couldn't see her. Fuck, but she really liked this loser. It was coming out of Megan's mouth before she could fight it:
"Sure, I'll entertain the idea. When and where?"
"Right now and wherever you pick. It's your city, after all." Sophia's smile was audible through the phone, Megan getting a little dizzy from the memory of it alone.
They went over the details, fought over who would hang up, Megan won, and then she sprinted to get ready, almost running face first into the bathroom door. Lara saw her down the corridor and started laughing hysterically, running after her housemate to find out what was happening.
"Girl, are you ok? Why are you falling down on yourself?" Lara asked giggling, reaching Megan in time to see her stripping for a quick shower.
"I'm going out, I might not come back tonight. I hope I don't. I don't know, might be better if I do. I don't fucking know dude don't pressure me." Megan said all at once. Lara blinked slowly, not having interrupted once.
"She called, didn't she? Your married situationship from LA who's, like, a decade older than you, right?" Lara tilted her head, reading Megan like a book.
"Nine years. Not a decade." Megan raised her finger as if that made any diference. "She has a name, you know. Sophia. And she is my friend first and foremost." Megan's face was red.
"Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Lemme help with the makeup, tho." Lara answered, winking at Megan, going soft because in the end that was her ride or die, even if Lara didn't really understand the whole drama with her sugar mommy.
And it was actually really cute how Megan was dancing and singing in the shower, all happy with her date.
"By the way, are y'all still doing the whole virgin drinks thing since you're not 21 yet? Can't believe she bends you in half but won't drink with you." Lara questioned, already half laughing, and all Megan did was throw an empty shampoo bottle in her direction.
The bar was small, tucked into the curve of a quiet corner, drinks way too expensive for Megan's college part time job to cover.
"Want me to pick for you and you pick mine?" Sophia said, body tilted onto the table, cleavage a little too low for Megan's sanity. Her deep brown eyes weren't any easier to look at than her tits.
"Pick both, even if your taste kinda sucks." Megan huffs out, giving up on the menu.
"I like you, don't I? What does that say about my taste?" and why did all of Sophia's words need to come out with that damn smile? Megan wanted to die a little bit, actually.
"Kinda sucks." Megan repeated herself, kicking Sophia under the table. The older just giggled.
Sophia ordered fruity, yummy virgin drinks, they popped out of the bar to smoke twice, Megan smelt so so good, they ordered a snack with the next round, Megan's hands were so so pretty, they lost track of time and had to be kicked out of the bar, Sophia insisted on paying the whole bill, they weren't drunk but they were so so high, Megan was so so perfect that Sophia wanted to cry. She had refrained all night from touching Megan too much, from getting too inside her space, the table a safety between them, the smoke breaks made from a distance, she was doing such a good job at being just Megan's friend, she was going to feel so good tomorrow-
"So... you're gonna drop me off at home?" Megan asked, eyes beautiful in the dark night, the one billion lit up corners of New York making her shine. Sometimes Sophia didn't hate this city that much.
"You wanna get rid of me already?" Sophia asked, regretting the words coming out of her mouth instantly. Megan turned around from her spot waiting for their uber to face Sophia directly, getting a little closer.
"Depends. Will you be ok tomorrow?" Megan sighed, body already humming with want since she saw Sophia walking into the bar, greeting Megan with a tight hug, and it was worse now that she could see Sophia's shiny, pathetic eyes gleaming from up close.
"You know I won't be." Sophia's voice dropped from the proximity, hands itching to touch Megan. She could blame the weed if she was that much of an asshole, but, at the very least, the only thing she always blamed was herself.
"Good. I like to see you cry." Megan's eyes were drooping, hands going to rest softly over Sophia's shoulders, hesitantly like she was afraid the touch would burn (and because it had, before. a few times, in fact).
Sophia shivered with just the memory of Megan's touch.
She was doomed from the start.
Megan was warm, broad shoulders relaxing with Sophia's touch, the heat in the pit of her stomach getting tighter and tighter the deeper Sophia gazed at her. It was ridiculous, really; they were just in their underwear, sat on the hotel bed, Sophia carefully caressing her naked shoulders while they stared at each other in silence. Like they weren't shirtless because they craved the touch, the kisses, the bites (no, it is just warm in here). So close, yet still pretending there was something actually holding them back besides the simmering pleasure from just looking at the other's eyes.
Megan took her own hand and guided it to her chest, groping softly through the fabric of her top. Sophia followed the movement with her eyes, jaw falling open slightly, teeth begging to nip when Megan pinched her nipple, the older's body thrumming when it pebbled underneath the cotton. Megan pulled the bra down to really play with her tit, mesmerized by how Sophia's mouth and tongue subconsciously tried to follow the movement of her fingers. Her nails dug into Megan's shoulders, saliva pooling in her mouth.
"Come take a bite, mommy, come on." Megan's breathy voice let out, slicing the heavy silence, squeezing her tit harder. Her tone was already so whiny, so airy, Megan on the brink of sanity, feeling herself going insane if Sophia just didn't fucking touch her already.
Good thing Sophia was like a thirsty dog when it came to Megan, desperately mouthing at her tit in a second, warm tongue wetting her nipple, pathetically whining from the taste of Megan's skin. Sophia was already almost crying, hands trembling where they gripped Megan's waist.
"There you go, mommy, shhh, shhh, it's okay..." Megan moaned softly, rolling her eyes with how Sophia suckled her nipple, body slowly falling down onto the mattress, Sophia's warm frame draping over her body. Megan felt caged, but safe; Sophia was like a mantle, warm and heavy and all consuming.
Sophia craddles Megan's body, holding her in, claiming the girl as only hers for that moment, for a second at least, and Megan turns to putty in between her arms, back arched beautifully into Sophia's torso, mind blank and guided solely by the woman's murmurs:
"You're my perfect doll, my most beautiful plaything, all mine..." Sophia mumbled against Megan's skin, all tongue and lips and teeth, and the only thing Megan could do was whine and hump Sophia's toned thigh.
"Calm down, I'll play with you now, doll, I'm here... Relax for mommy." and there was Sophia, past the cloudiness of need that having Megan close caused on her. There was who Sophia was so addicted to being: Megan's safety, Megan's pleasure, Megan's surrender.
Her fingers splayed down Megan's body, dragging over every dip and curve, firm grips claiming the pale skin, Megan arching and huffing softly into it, bit by bit losing focus and becoming just the feeling Sophia caused on her, just an extension of Sophia's desire. It was so peaceful there, in a place where she didn't even have to be anything, where Sophia was Everything already.
"Open up for me, doll, let mommy touch you..." the drawl of Sophia's voice was hypnotic, Megan letting her limbs be moved by Sophia's strong grip. Her fingers crawled up Megan's knee, scratching softly at her inner thigh, thumb then digging into the soft skin the higher she touched until Megan was a quivering, sensitive mess. Only then did Sophia take two fingers to her dripping panties, pressing over the fabric until Megan curled into herself, mouth open in a silent, choked moan.
Sophia let go of her only enough to pull Megan's panties hastily down, that desperation always in danger of peeking through the control, but Megan gave in so easily, helping to kick them off, and so soon was Sophia over her body again, warm mouth over Megan's bitten, sore lips, kissing Megan's whimpers when she brought two fingers to her cunt again, now really feeling how drenched Megan was, enough that they both cried a little into each other's mouth. Sophia dragged her fingers up to Megan's clit, then down again, teasing, slow and firm at first, every flick making Megan's muscles spasm, then quicker and lighter, Megan's body trembling inside Sophia's embrace, crying softly into her neck, blunt nails having painted Sophia's skin with red slashes.
Megan was so close, so embarrassingly close, but it was finally her mommy holding her and taking good care of her so how could she not become undone so quickly. Sophia kept praising her for being so patient, so beautiful, so strong, such an obedient slut, the best whore Sophia has ever fucked, her little angel, her baby doll, Mommy loves you Mommy owns your perfect little body, baby, you're everything for Mommy.
And when Megan came, body thrusting into Sophia's hand, three of her mommy's fingers inside her, stretching her so perfectly, every muscle trembling from the pleasure and the exhaustion and the release, she finally felt completely at peace, at least for a second.
Sophia let her slowly ride it out, staring into Megan's soft, glassy eyes, shushing and caressing softly until she relaxed enough for Sophia to pull her fingers out, watching for Megan's reactions. She only shivered a bit and sighed softly.
"You did so perfectly." Sophia said midway into hugging Megan tightly to her chest, like she would never let go, and perhaps that was the most painful lie they chose to ignore.
"You are precious, so good to me, mama's perfect doll..." Sophia kept softly whispering into Megan's hair, both of them relaxing further and further into the embrace. Megan's consciousness started drifting to the beautiful sound of Sophia's voice. Sophia followed her shortly after, listening to every breath Megan took.
Tomorrow would suck. But tonight, at least, it was ok.
Warnings: Smut, p.link, p n v, unprotected sex, spanish, etc
The last show of the tour.
Megan was tired as fuck, lying in the hotel bed scrolling through videos not even paying attention, wishing you could be there with her.
The tour could be lonely after performing, each girl went to their own room, especially Megan, being such a perfectionist, she wanted time alone for herself.
But tonight she just needed to rest, after this they had a day off and then went home finally with you.
The lights in the room were warm, barely illuminating it; her skin was softer from the relaxing shower she had taken; the sheets felt like clouds against her skin; gosh, you were the only thing missing so it would be perfect.
A sigh left her lips as she shut her eyes, pushing her head back against the comfy pillows, her legs speading and hips bucking against nothing, a smirk in her face as she thought of something....
You were sitting on the edge of the bed when your phone buzzed, lighting up with the notification, it was from your girlfriend, you thought she was gonna text way later cause how busy she was with the tour.
You open the chat and there is just a video, no other texts.
When you press play, your eyes instantly widen, a sudden rush of heat pools in your stomach as the camera focuses on her thick cock, completely swallowed by the tight silicone, and your thighs press together.
"Fuck Megan" You breath out , unable to keep your eyes off the screen, only some light blue fabrics covered her body, tits out and nipples hard, desperate whines making you know it wasn't enough, she wanted you instead of that stupid toy, the way her stomach contract everytime she move faster and how she carefully stretched the soft silicone toy around her shaft, letting it snap snugly into place at the base, fitting perfectly, hugging her entire length, fuck, all of it.
It made you wanna jump through the damn screen.
And luckily for you, you were in the same country as her, in a hotel waiting for an Uber to take you to the place where she was staying and to surprise her.
You weren't expecting the video, and it only made you more excited than you already were to see her.
A whole month without your baby.
With trembling fingers and the Uber 2 minutes away, you replied.
[On my way]
[Gosh, I wish baby, need you so bad, I can't]
Megan typed with one hand, breathing heavy, she thought your text was a joke, a way of saying how much you wanted her.
She kept using the toy, thighs trembling, tears on the corner of her eyes at egding herself, prolonging her orgasm and making it more intense, something she learned from you, when you edgeded her for what seemed like hours until tears were falling down her cheeks.
After a few minutes she heard a knock.
"Oh shit" Megan nearly jumped out of her skin, a loud, desperate squeak tearing from her throat, she pulled the toy out with a low moan, instinctively covering herself with the sheets.
Her face was burning bright red as she called out
"Y-Yeah?" thinking it was one of the girls, her voice a little shaky.
Silence.
You were on the other side, hesitating whether to speak so she could know it was you or wait for her to open the door to make it more unexpected.
Knowing how impatient Megan was, she quickly got out of bed, packing the toy in her suitcase and wrapping a robe around her semi-naked body.
She opened the door just enough to see who it was, peeking her head in.
"YN?!" Her eyes widened, eyebrows raise in surprise, making you giggle at her reaction and enter the room, closing the door behind you, dropping your suitcase.
You practically launch yourself into her arms, all your weight falls against her in excitement, almost making her lose her balance.
Megan caught you easily, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around her waist and buried your face in her neck. She held onto you tightly, inhaling your familiar scent deeply.
Your hand guided her face and she didn't hesitate for a second, crashing her lips against yours with a desperation that showed exactly how much she missed you.
Your fingers tangled into her hair, pulling her closer as you poured every ounce of your longing into the kiss, your legs tightening around her waist.
Your core settling right over megans aching bulge causing you to roll your hips , soft whimpering sounds escaping Megan's throat, making her break the kiss, with a shy smile.
"W-wait...baby" her mouth was slightly open as heavy sighs escaped, voice hoarse from desire, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, her cock was so sensitive, just a few movements would make her lose control, you could feel her length pulsing under you.
"Shh...kiss me" your palms hold her cheeks guiding her lips into another deep and desperate kiss, you could feel your panties soaked through the fabric, needing her inside.
"Mghh" Megan tried to keep her hips still.
"Take me to bed..." You broke the kiss to murmur against her hungry mouth, a grin spread across your face as your fingers unraveled the fabric of the robe, your eyes look down and you saw her exposed body, her cock standing tall with the tip red, precum around it, throbbing painfully needing release, her bra just covering the cornes of her tits, nipples hard brushing with the edges of the robe, the way that you were looking at her make her knees weak.
Once in bed, her back hit the mattress gently, and she watched you eagerly as you moved to straddle her hips, her hands automatically gripping your waist, pulling you down closer.
She whined softly when you began to take off your clothes, her eyes shining with admiration and excitement, seeing everything in slow motion.
"I-inside...please now" Her breath shaky at the view of your slick entrance right above her tip, without any waiting. Lifting your hips up just slightly, you line her cock up perfectly with your dripping entrance. Then, in one slow, deliberate motion, sink down onto her, taking inch by inch, her back arching off the bed as she let out a broken whimper.
"Don't move," she bit her lip when you bottom out, her eyes shutting close tightly. It felt overwhelming, the way your walls contracted around her, so hot and tight, so perfect that she was about to cum, so embarrassing, she had to hold at least 10 seconds,damn.
"Come on, mi amor...open your eyes." The nickname made her release a helpless whimper, her hips bucking up weakly, a grin on your lips at the way she tried to hold it so bad.
"Cum for me princesa" You start to move your hips in circles, her dick deep inside, the tips of your thumbs rubbing her hard nipples, soft moans spilling from your lips as you control the pace.
Your permission shattered her last thread of control.
She cries out as her warm cum fills your pussy, body shaking and fingertips holding the flesh of your hips so hard leaving some marks on it.
You lean down and place soft open mouth kisses on her neck, soothing her after the intense orgams, a way of saying is okay, don't be embarrased.
Giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, you look down, your pelvis flush against hers, her hot release coming out of you and spilling down her balls and thighs, making her shiver.
"M-más"
You furrow your eyebrows, did she just say a word in Spanish? You lift your chin, looking at her, wondering if you heard it wrong.
"D-dame más mami" Her eyes were looking down, where your bodies joined.
A breathy chuckle left your lips, she was full of suprises. One hand grabbed her chin, lifting and guiding her gaze into yours; your hips began to move up slowly, your free hand resting on her breast.
"Oh fuck...Quieres más mm?" You sink down in one hard motion.
"M-Mghh...s-si.. porfavor?"
Oh my gosh, you could feel getting wetter with her dick inside, soaking it all , how many Spanish words does she know now?
She gasped sharply as you began moving. Despite just cumming, her cock responded instantly thickening and hardening inside you again, leaking precum that mixed with the evidence of her first orgasm still dripping out of you.
"M-mami...slower...please" Her head fell back, exposing her throat, a choked moan slipping out.
Your wet heat clinging to her length. The view from above was intoxicating, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a fine sheen of sweat covering her skin from the heat of her own arousal.
She kept her eyes squeezed shut, facial muscle tight with overstimulation. Her hips twitched, trying to move. Your tight heat swallowing her cock completely with each downward motion, your soft folds rubbing against her sensitive length.
"Te gusta?" You tease with a grin, just testing if she would understand, leaning down to moan in her ear, so she can hear perfectly how good she is making you feel.
"Si...m-me gusta" You hips move even faster now, her spanish encouraging you, your walls clenching around her at the words
"Mmghh-" She cries out, arms flying to wrap around your waist to ground herself, her hips bucking up trying to match your fast pace.
"Porfavor...I'm close baby...slow down"
"Alredy?" You move your head from her shoulder too look down at her
Her head thrown back against the pillows, exposing her neck, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted around desperate gasps.
"Eres hermosa y/n..."
You sink down one last time, the tip of her dick reaching your spongy spot, making you arch your back, your hands squeezing Megan's breasts as you cum completely undone with a loud whiny moan, your thighs shaking slightly and your whole body tensing.
Megan followed you right after feeling your tight walls contracting around her, hugging her imposibly hard with a broken, high-pitched sob, her cock throbbed deep inside you, painting your walls with thick, hot ropes of cum as she rode out her secong overwhelming orgasm.
After a few minutes of catching breaths
"Fuck…so glad I learned Spanish…you cum faster than I expected" she laughs breathlessly and presses soft kisses on your shoulder.
"Missed you so much...." You giggle against her hot neck
"Missed you more...y/n"
Edit from header: aeleytox on tiktok
Divider: @pixopix
A/N: G!p precoz megan is always present on this blog🙂↕️
SWIMˎˊ˗ "so hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim"
Lifeguard! Megan x fuckboy g!p reader
Warnings: groping, praise kink, breast sucking, fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, porn with plot, etc
Author's note: mhmjmgjgm I love Megan meiyok skiendiel. This took longer than what I expected since I tried to not end it abruptly but I hope y'all enjoy it
Everyone in town knows you.
Everyone and their fathers that may have slammed the door on you or either their mothers who may have opened the door for you.
Especially the girls who have opened their legs for you.
Unfortunately for Megan, she just had to hear her friend's experience with you.
"Oh my fucking god, she's so big, Megan" Adela exclaimed, eyes wide, her hands showing Megan how big you are.
"You're exaggerating, Y/n can't be that big" Megan rolls her eyes, the strap of her lifeguard uniform slapping her pale skin, hugging her body tight. "And she can't be that good"
"Y/n fucked half the town, including some mothers, if Y/n doesn't know how to use her cock then those women won't be jumping on her" Adela chimed, putting on her lanyard with the whistle. "I wouldn't have jumped her!"
"Yeah, yeah" Megan sighed, walking towards the post near the shore begrudgingly.
"You're just mad I got some dick and you didn't" Adela grumbled, rolling her eyes as she leans on the post.
"Adela!" Megan squealed, shushing the latter, looking around to see if anyone heard and just her luck, there came you.
You with your stupid sports bra on, oversized basketball shirt, wearing that cock smile, as you wink at a girl.
"Oh my god, here she comes!" Adela squeaked, her hand coming up to fix her hair, slapping Megan's foot, she asks, "Do I look good? My hair isn't that bad right?"
Before Megan could answer, you've already reached them with that stupid smirk. "Hi ladies"
"Hey" Adela said shyly, twirling her hair with her fingers, smiling bashfully at you. "I had a good time last night"
"Me too" you replied, your gaze then landing to Megan above you, sitting on the post. "Hi, pretty"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Y/n" Megan scoffs, looking away from you, instead paying attention to the people at the beach. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're in duty"
"Megan!" Adela shouts at her in a whisper, slapping her feet again, and then smiles at you, "don't listen to her, we're free"
"She's free, I'm not" Megan cuts Adela off before shouting at some kids who were causing ruckus.
"You're cute" your eyes never leaving Megan, studying her like she's some kind of unknown.
"For someone who fucked half the town, I expected you to come up with some new compliments by then" Megan says sarcastically, wincing when Adela slapped her yet again.
"Sorry, what's your name?" you chuckled, changing the topic fast, your eyes wandering to her body, the bodysuit hugging the curves just right.
"You don't know your own classmate?" Megan deadpans, hastily climbing down the post to face you. "I need to go, unlike you, I actually have some stuff to do instead of fucking around. Adela c'mon"
Adela looks at you with a contemplated gaze before she begrudgingly follows Megan to another post.
"Fuck— I need to know her name"
—
When a door closes, another opens.
The universe definitely loves you because your first period for the day is with her.
"Hi, I believe we've met but you still haven't told me your name" you beamed at Megan, smiling charmingly as you swiftly sat at the seat next to her.
Megan grimaces, looking at you up and down, before looking away from you as she grumbles.
"Okay" you sighed, your jaw clenching before taking a deep breath to recollect yourself.
Just then, another person passed by her and said, "Hey Megan."
How lucky can you be?
You tried to hide your smile, you definitely did— but the girl beside you who scooted away from you definitely felt it.
"Well it's nice to meet you Megan"
—
"Need a ride?" You asked Megan who was walking on the sidewalk, while you drive your car slowly on the road, not minding the car honking behind you.
"No!" Megan shouts, annoyed and embarrassed as she tries going faster but you still follow.
"Are you sure, pretty?" You smirked, the car still honking behind you. "I just don't want you to be late for your work, Megan"
Megan groans, trying to cover her face from the embarrassment that the car behind you is still honking making it known to everyone that the Y/n L/n is waiting for her to get in her car.
"Fine" Megan grumbles, getting in your car and slamming it close forcefully.
"Be gentle" you gasped, the honking finally stopping once you drive away in a reasonable pace.
"Sure" Megan rolls her eyes, holding her bag tightly.
Megan takes a look around your car, it was neat— not something she'd expect from you— especially from you.
Then her gaze landed on you, you were surprisingly quiet, your eyes still on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheeling and her gaze starts wandering all over you.
The way your hair falls perfectly into place, your adams apple, prominent, and your biceps almost tearing the sleeves of your cotton t-shirt, veins all over your arms tracing to your hands, finally her eyes land on your pants just before she could stop herself.
She licked her lips, heat pooling in her stomach as she looked at the noticeable tent on your pants. Her gaze going darker and darker and—
"We're here, pretty" she looks away quickly before you could turn and look at her.
"Yeah thanks, bye" Megan quickly tries to open the door hoping to get out quickly instead she hears another click and she's locked inside the car with you.
"Y/n?" Megan slowly turns to look at you, her cheeks flushed pink, "open the door?"
"Is that a proper way to say thank you?" You teased, leaning closer to her figure while she tries to move away.
"Okay— thank you Y/n, can you open the door?" Megan chuckles nervously, heart pounding in her chest.
Your gaze turns darker, looking at her intently, head cocking to the side.
"Please?" Megan squeaked, and finally you laughed, your eyes looking brighter as your hand reaching out to the side to unlock the door.
"Good girl" is what Megan heard before coming out and running away to the locker room.
Her hand lands on her chest, her chest heaving, heat pooling throughout her body.
"Fuck"
—
Megan expected her day to go smooth sailing, nothing every really happens at the beach besides kids running around and some teenage boys she knows from college doing God knows what.
What she didn't expect was a crowd hovering above you while your friend tried to do cpr on you.
Megan quickly got to her feet, kneeling beside you, basically pushing your friend out of her way.
"It's been 5 minutes, I don't think cpr will help" your friend said quickly, their voice filled with panic.
Megan leaned down, her fingers finding their way just right where your ear meets your jaw, her fingers trailing to your chin to position your head up, allowing you to breathe, her face nearing yours— until it wasn't.
Her palm meets your cheek striking it red, your eyes immediately flying open while your hand shoots up to cradle the stinging skin.
"What the fuck?"
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
A collective gasp ripples through the crowd.
Megan doesn't even blink.
Instead she stares down at you for a moment, her expression unreadable before she lets out a short breath and shakes her head.
"Yeah," she mutters. "That's what I thought."
You freeze.
"...What?"
"You heard me."
Your friend looks between the two of you, completely lost. "Wait, what?"
Megan rises to her feet, brushing the sand from her legs before turning toward the crowd gathered around the scene.
"Alright, show's over."
The crowd slowly disperses, disappointed murmurs following them as they return to whatever they were doing before the supposed emergency.
Only once the last few stragglers leave does Megan turn her attention back to you.
There's no concern on her face.
No relief.
Just annoyance.
"Stop fucking around, Y/N."
You immediately sit up straighter.
"I wasn't—"
"This is my job," Megan cuts in, gesturing toward the lifeguard tower. "And I'd be glad if you didn't cause a ruckus just to get my attention, y'know."
Your friend slowly turns to look at you.
Silence.
A horrible silence.
"...Y/N."
"No."
"You faked drowning?"
"I did not fake drowning."
Megan scoffs, fingers threading through her hair, "You were underwater for, like, fifteen seconds."
"I could've drowned in fifteen seconds."
"You came up twice to check if I was looking." Your mouth falls open, your mind failing to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Your friend gasps.
Megan points at you.
"The second time you literally fixed your hair."
"I was disoriented."
"You were posing."
"I was not posing."
"You pushed your hair back."
"It was in my face!"
"And then you looked directly at my tower."
Your friend looks moments away from dragging you back into the ocean themselves. "Oh my God."
"You don't understand—"
"No, I understand perfectly," Megan says. "You thought it'd be a good idea to fake an emergency."
"It wasn't an emergency."
"Exactly."
The shock and embarrassment on your face were then replaced by a smug smile, you leaned back, supporting your weight by planting your hands on the sand while you grinned at Megan.
"So you knew?"
"Immediately."
"Then why did you run over here?"
Megan opened her mouth.
Paused.
Then rolled her eyes but you caught the way she nervously shuffled, her arms crossing as if she's trying to cover herself.
"Because if I didn't run over here and it somehow turned out you were actually dying, I'd never hear the end of it."
Your friend nodded.
"Fair."
You pouted.
"So you slapped me because you knew I was faking?"
"Partly."
"Partly?"
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Megan's mouth.
"Mostly because I wanted to."
Just a tiny bit— the smallest bit, Megan thought your pout was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen.
—
Saturday.
Megan finally spends the day on the beach as a visitor rather than a worker. She finally wore the swimsuit she bought that she'd been saving, wore her hair up in a bun and even brought her favorite cap.
She hoped this day would be relaxing, instead it was irritating, because you were there— yet again.
Fortunately, you were already leaving— unfortunately, you were already leaving— with another girl stuck by your side like you weren't just trying to hit her up these past few days.
Anger bubbled up inside her, why would she be angry though?
"I'm just gonna go to the restroom, okay?" Megan quickly says to her friends before leaving abruptly to follow your trail.
She sees you approach your friends to ask for your bag, the girl still sickeningly clingy by your side, talking your ears off while you just nod, offering her a tight-lipped smile.
Finally, the girl leaves you alone with a wink and last brush of your arm and Megan cheers internally while trying to hide a laugh when she sees you gag when the girl turns her back.
She follows you until you finally reach the bathroom stalls, she quickly takes a hold of your hand, turning you around to face her. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze lands on your build and on your sickeningly charming face.
"Hi, pretty"
'Fuck you' was all she could think of.
"Who was that?" She tries to say nonchalantly, trying to seem like she doesn't care— which she really doesn't, she looks away, crossing her arms, and cleared her throat.
"Who are you talking about?" cocking your head to the side in confusion, hair draping on your face perfectly, your gaze wandering on her figure, the golden fabric of her two-piece glinting beneath the sunlight. "I like your swimsuit."
Megan blushes but quickly went into her senses, her gaze turning dark as she stabs her finger on your chest, "what's your problem?"
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about" you take a step back, your hands up in the air.
"Fuck you, Y/n! You act like you want me and then a pretty girl just throws herself in front of you, suddenly you don't want me anymore" Megan shouts, pushing you away, backing you up till your back meets the wall near the end of bathroom stalls as your bag pitifully falls on the ground. "Fine, I'm easy— okay? So what? who wouldn't be when you give all your attention to me?"
Your eyes soften when you see her eyes well up with tears, her lips trembling both in anger and sadness, "Megan—" you coo, removing her cap to see her more clearly.
"Stop that" Megan chokes out, looking away, her arms crossing again in an attempt to shield her vulnerability. "This is so stupid— I shouldn't have—"
Before she could finish her sentence, you cut her off with a shush, your finger coming up to her lips as you pull her closer by the waist, your gaze tender, cupping her jaw. "Tell me"
Her breath hitches. She swallows hard, her breathing turning heavy as your hold on her tightens. "Let go of me, Y/n"
"No" you said sternly, your voice cold, pulling her even closer to you, her arms awkwardly draping to her sides. "Not until you tell me what you want"
And the whole world stills.
Megan looks at you really looks at you, her eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips and in one swift motion her arms drape around your shoulders, tiptoeing to smash her lips to yours.
The kiss tasted like salt and want as her nails dig onto your nape, lips smacking intensely against each other.
Your mouth opens slightly and she took this chance to slide in her tongue, immediately roaming the cavity of your mouth and you reciprocate.
She pulls you to the stall near you, her hands wandering on your figure and before the both of you could fully enter the stall you pull away.
Megan looks at you— almost mad, "Y/n?"
You hurriedly went to fetch your bag and her cap that's miserable on the floor as if its waiting for someone else to take it before you enter the stall again, locking the door behind you, then hanging your bag on the hook.
You wrap your arms around Megan, smiling sheepishly, "sorry pretty, can't leave my things unattended, right?" you answered before kissing her again.
Megan laughs in the kiss, her hands cupping your jaw as the kiss turns sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing with want while you pull each other impossibly closer.
Your hands wander to her ass, groaning into her mouth as you squeeze the soft flesh, your cock swelling in your shorts even more when you hear her moans.
You break the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both, you look at her tenderly, admiring her flushed state, her lips swollen, hazy eyes, her chest heaving up and down. You trace her lips with your thumb, "so— so pretty, my love"
And you dove right into her neck, peppering kisses anywhere you could, whispering sweet little nothings as you nip and suck at her skin,
Megan trembles in your hold, her hands tugging at your hair while her hips grind in desperation, her eyes closed, gasping for air, "baby— fuck"
"Yeah?" you hum, your lips trailing to the tattoo right behind her ear, placing your thigh between her legs, guiding her hips as you grope the soft flesh of her ass. "What do you want, pretty?"
You pulled away, looking directly at her pretty brown eyes pleading.
"Touch me— please, Y/n" Megan gasps when she feels you grind her harder on your thigh, "Please baby— need you"
You grabbed her thighs, carrying her then pinning her onto the wall, your lips finding hers in a fervent kiss.
Your hand travels to her heat, cupping her clothed cunt and she moans in your mouth, you pull away from the kiss, you peck her lips before looking down, your thumb tracing circles on her clothed clit as she moans softly.
"Don't tease" Megan whines, her forehead dropping on yours, nose brushing against each other, her breath hot. "I need you baby"
You obey, pushing her panties to the side your rub your fingers against her slit, "so wet— all for me, pretty?"
Megan hums, quickly nodding her head as her eyes closes at the feeling of your fingers entering inside her pussy. "Fuck" she mewls, her breath shaky.
You leaned down, kiss the moles on her neck reverently as you push your fingers inside and out of her slowly. "That's it— you're taking me so well, Megan"
"Y/n" she moans, her head thrown aback, her hips stuttering as she rides your fingers. "Baby please!"
You suck on her skin harder, pulling away to lick the red spot you've caused as you drilled your fingers inside her cunt faster, curling at that spot that makes her see stars.
Megan gasps, her eyes rolled back as her stomach tightens, her walls clamping on your fingers and her toes curls in pleasure, and just before she could cum, you pulled your fingers out. "No— Y/n— I was so close"
You coo, kissing her softly, pulling away just a little bit to pull your shorts down revealing your hardened cock, your shorts falling on the floor. "I'm sorry my love— I'll make it up to you"
You kissed her deeply as you guide your cock between her folds, sliding it, your tip getting caught in her entrance every time, her essence covering your appendage.
"Please— I need you so bad— put it in, baby" she cries, her body shaking in desperate for release. "I need you please"
"So good for me" you exhaled, eyes rolling as you slowly enter her heat. "So tight, baby— feels like you were made for me, hmm?"
"Fuck!" Megan shouts, her mouth opens wide as you bottom out inside her, she bites her lips to suppress her moans as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer.
You stay inside her for a bit— not moving, letting her feel the way your cock stretches her, how it throbs inside of her. You leaned down, your hand quickly pushing her bra up before returning on her thighs to support her weight.
You admired her supple breast, mouth parting as you gaze at her stiff pink buds. You dove down, sucking her nipple harshly as you draw your hips out slowly before plunging your cock inside her again drawing out a long, breathy moan out of her.
"Oh my god— you're so fucking big, baby" Megan draws out a laugh, laughing in ecstasy, she purposefully clamps down on your cock, smiling as she does so.
"You feel so perfect" she breathes out, pushing your head deeper to her chest, her gaze tender as she caresses your hair. She places her lips on your hairline, kissing the sweat off your forehead as she grinds on your cock.
"You're perfect" you pant, your pace going faster, your lips smashing against hers to a heated make out before leaning down to pay attention to her other breast. "My perfect girl"
"Yours" she moaned out, the sound of your skin smacking against each other ringing out in the bathroom stall. "I'm yours"
You pull away from her breasts, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent as you fuck your cock into her cunt in deliberately, making sure you hit her g-spot.
"You're taking me so well, pretty" you pull away from her neck, you look at her directly, fixing your hold on her with one hand to tenderly cup her jaw, giving her your full attention. "My only one"
Megan whimpers, her forehead on yours as she looks deeply to your eyes, her release nearing, her nails digging onto your skin, "really?"
"I love you, baby" you whisper, kissing her softly, your pace going slow but your thrust harsher, your balls tightening, your cock throbbing inside her as she clamps down on your cock. "Only you"
"I'm gonna cum—" Megan croaks out, feverishly jumping down on your cock as she sucks your tongue, panting "Fuck— I love you too"
"So much— FUCK!" she gasps as her eyes roll to the back of her head, head thrown aback, her body going limp as she cums on your cock, her chest heaving up and down, walls clamping down on your cock like a vice as she keeps on cumming. "So good, baby— so fucking good"
"Let it all out, pretty— my good girl" you groaned, slowly pushing your cock in and out of her pussy slowly to ride out her high, her essence dripping out of her heat onto your cock, dripping down to your thighs.
"Baby" she mewls, feeling your cock throb inside her, her gaze hazy as she looks at you.
"You treat me so fucking good—" she kisses the corner of your lips before peppering kisses all over your face, her hips slightly grinding down on your cock in a slow motion, clamping down your cock. "Yours"
"Mine" you groaned, basking in her attention as you bounce her up and down on your cock, your release nearing, "My golden girl— feels like you were made for me"
You thrust your inside her harshly as you drop her down onto your and she gasps, drool seeping on her lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breath shaking as she feels her stomach tighten again, her pussy dripping of her essence.
"Yes— yes— yes" Megan mewls over and over again, pulling you impossibly closer, her nails digging on your shoulder her thighs trembling, her senses on overdrive as she feels you deliciously drive your cock inside her over and over again, hitting and stretching her out all in the right spots. "Oh my fucking god, baby— your cock feels so fucking good"
"I'm gonna cum— I'm gonna cum on your fucking cock again" Megan gasps, her eyes closed shut as you thrust inside her deep, "cum with me— cum in me"
You pant, your vision blurring before blacking out as you plunge your cock deep inside her, burying your load deep. "My girl— so good for me"
Megan's mouth open to a silent moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she cums on your cock for the second time.
You blink, thrusting your cock inside of her in slow, small movements, your breath hitching as you draw out your cock, your cum dripping out of her cunt in rivulets, splashing on the tile below.
You slowly lower Megan, your arms wrapping around her waist as you pepper her face with kisses, your fingers tracing circles on her back to bring down her high. "That's it pretty— you with me, Megan?'
You kiss her brow, then her nose, chuckling when you see her smile.
"You're not going to ignore me after this, right?" She looks up at you, her fingers threading to your hair, leaning her body on you.
"I won't— I'm yours Megan" you bent down, kissing her with every ounce of passion and devotion. "I'm yours, baby"
You pull away, your hands gentle as you fix her bra, your hands reaching out to your bag, grabbing the tissue on the side pocket.
Megan hums as you clean her up, kissing you occasionally, "You're serious about me, right?"
You finish cleaning her up, placing her panties back, you look at her— really look at her.
Her eyes pleads and her lips tremble, her hold on you tightens, "I am— I really am, Megan"
You take a hold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. "I want you"
"Okay" Megan breathes out, kissing you deeply before she begrudgingly pulls away. "I need to go, my friends are probably looking for me"
"Okay" you kiss her lips one last time, "Love you"
Megan hesitantly unlocks the door of the stall; she peeks at you from the crack of the door she hesitates to close.
"I'll text you later, pretty" you chuckle and it finally eases her nerves, she opens the door a bit to reach out for your hand to pull you in for another kiss.
"Okay" she pulls away, smiling shyly. "I love you Y/n"
You brush your nose against hers, your hand reaching to the cap on the hook, gently placing it on her head, "I love you too— make sure you have an excuse for the hickeys on your neck for your friends by the way"
"Y/n!" Megan shouts, yet her lips curl as she hears you laugh, "God—"
"You need to go pretty— trust when I text you later, I'll still be yours" you boop her nose, smiling as she scrunches it adorably, her whisker dimples showing.
"You better be" Megan looks at you sternly, finally closing the door.
As she walks her way back to her friends she fixes her hair, tying it up to a neat bun like it was before, cursing under her breath when she remembers you've marked her.
"What happened to you?" Lara shrieks, her hands fumbling around her. "Girl— you got devoured!"
"Megan put a shirt on!" Adela scrambles, throwing her a shirt while Emily just cackles.
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