kai

not around - nova

[2pac-wrld]

freaky girlfriend megan headcanons

content warning 𓂁 smut, bottom!megan again (sorry), idk what else MDNI 18+

word count 𓂁 0.4k

author’s note 𓂁 megan thighs

freaky girlfriend!megan who has an insane libido. you could be fucking for hours and she’d still look up at you with a cheeky smile, catching her breath saying, “there’s another position i want to try…pretty please?”

freaky girlfriend!megan whose favourite position is on your face. there’s nothing she loves more than grinding down on your tongue and humping your face, essentially using you as her sex toy. you don’t mind it though. you know that once she cums she’ll be more than willing to help you get off. but in the moment, when she’s riding your face, all that she can think of is how good your tongue feels thrusting in and out of her cunt before sucking on her clit then switching back. or how your nose nudges her just right, sending her over the edge. you grab her thighs as she clenches around your head, spasming from her orgasm until the waves have died down and she dismounted you to see a wide grin on your face as you catch your breath.

freaky girlfriend!megan who doesn’t think sex should be confined to the bed. when you’re apartment hunting together all she can talk about is how the two of you need to christen every room. bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen. even the walk in closet. you oblige, which turns into you bending her the kitchen counter as the two of you fuck. or her on her knees in the shower as she sucks your strap to get it ready for her, although the water cascading down and hitting her back lets the two of you know it would’ve been wet enough without megan’s spit, not that you mind.

freaky girlfriend!megan who likes to role play. nothing too crazy. perhaps you’re in the spare bedroom that doubles as an office. she’ll be pretending to do work and you’ll be pretending to be her secretary/assistant as she shoves you under the desk and makes you eat her out.

freaky girlfriend!megan who loves leaving marks on you. whether it’s hickies leading down your neck and chest or leaving scratch marks along the length of your back as you’re pounding into her. and when you’re both done, she’ll sit there admiring them, proud of herself. (she also won’t let you cover the marks on your neck because she wants everyone to know that you’re hers).

[srstrapsalot]

the material....

[meiyoknne]

I SQUIRTED. like no joke.

[c8nstellations]

FREAK (like me)

collegeau pervert!megan gp!megan f!reader smut. masterlist poll vote

wc. 2.5k

it was a sickness.

like something that lived in the marrow of her bones and made her act like something straight out of a fever dream. you knew it, everyone knew it, but nobody dared to say it to her face because megan carried herself with this terrifying, shameless confidence. she was the kind of girl who would ruin your reputation just to feel the heat of your skin against hers for five minutes.

it started with the small things that you initially tried to convince yourself were accidents. a hand slipping under your skirt during a crowded lecture, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh while she pretended to be taking notes. but then it got worse. you started noticing things missing a pair of panties you'd left in the laundry basket, a hair tie you'd lost, a t shirt you'd worn yesterday.

you'd catch her glancing at you with this dazed, almost hungry expression, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and you'd realize with a jolt of both fear and arousal that she wasn't just looking at you; she was tasting you with her eyes.

"you should see her when she's worked up," you overheard her whispering to her group of friends at the campus cafe last week. you had frozen mid step, your heart hammering against your ribs. she didn't even care that you might hear. she was leaning back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as she recounted your last encounter. "seriously though, you guys have no idea. she's so fucking tight, like she was made specifically to wrap around me. i swear, every time i fuck her, i think i'm gonna lose it." her friends giggled, some blushing, some looking impressed, but you just wanted to disappear.

she treated your intimacy like currency, something to be traded and boasted about, and yet, when she looked at you later that day, you couldn't bring yourself to hate it. because when she finally got you alone, she wasn't the confident predator everyone saw.

she was pathetic. she was fucking desperate.

you were in the library stacks, tucked away in a corner where the fluorescent lights flickered and the air was stale, when she found you. you hadn't even said anything, you had just turned around to grab a book, and suddenly she was there, crowding you against the shelf. she smelled like expensive perfume and something darker, something musky and unmistakable. her pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the irises.

"princess," she whined, the sound vibrating against your throat as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. "please. i can't even think straight. i can smell you from across the room and it's making me sick."

you felt her body pressing against yours, hard and unyielding. she wasn't wearing underwear, you knew that she never did when she knew she was going to see you. you could feel the damp heat of her through her jeans, the unmistakable evidence of how badly she wanted you. she began to nuzzle your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone.

"megan, stop, we're in public," you whispered, though your hands instinctively found her waist.

"fuck the public," she hissed, her voice breaking into a needy whimper. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her face flushed, her lips swollen. her cock was clearly leaking, creating a dark patch on her denim. "i've been thinking about your pussy all morning. i can't breathe without imagining it swallowing me whole. please, just let me touch you. just once."

she started to grind against you, a slow, torturous movement that made your knees weak. she was pussy drunk, completely intoxicated by the mere proximity of your body. she began to whine again, a high pitched, needy sound that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "please, please, please... i need it so bad. i'll do anything. i'll give you whatever you want, just let me feel you."

the library was quiet, but the sounds she was making felt deafening. she was shameless, a pervert who would ruin herself just to get a taste of you, and as her hands slid up under your shirt to find your bare skin, you knew that today was going to be different. today, the hunger wasn't going to stay hidden in the stacks.

—

the days following the library incident were a slow torture. megan didn't back off; if anything, she became more brazen, more shameless in her pursuit. she made it her personal mission to mark you, to remind everyone and especially you that you belonged to her. she'd walk past you in the hallways and deliberately brush her hip against yours, lingering long enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her body.

she'd send you texts at three in the morning, not sweet goodnight messages, but graphic, filthy descriptions of exactly what she wanted to do to you, what she wanted to feel you doing to her, all while she was clearly riding the high of your scent.

you started noticing the way people looked at you when she was around. there was this unspoken understanding, a knowing smirk from her friends whenever she'd catch your eye across a crowded room. she was still talking about you, still feeding them details like she was recounting a favorite movie.

you'd catch her leaning in close to someone, her lips moving fast as she whispered something about how your pussy felt around her cock, and you'd feel that familiar mix of humiliation and terrifying arousal flooding your system. she was a predator, but she was a predator that made you feel like the most wanted creature on earth.

then came gym class.

the air in the university gymnasium was thick with the smell of floor wax and rubber, but all you could focus on was the way your sports bra felt too tight against your skin. you had chosen a thin, white cropped tee today, thinking it would be comfortable for the drills, but you hadn't considered how the fabric would react when you started to sweat.

as you moved through the warm up stretches, you could feel the dampness clinging to you, making the fabric translucent. you could feel your nipples hardening from the cool air of the gym, the outline of them unmistakable through the thin material.

and you could feel her.

megan was positioned somewhere in your peripheral vision, but it felt like she was standing directly behind you. she wasn't participating in the drills properly; she was just... watching. you could feel her gaze like a physical weight pressing against your chest. every time you bent over to touch your toes or stretched your arms overhead, you heard that soft, wet sound of her breathing catching.

she was losing it. you could see her from the corner of your eye, sitting near the equipment rack, her hands shoved deep into her gym shorts, her shoulders hunched as if she was trying to contain herself.

she looked wrecked. her hair was messy, her face was flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes were dark almost black with need. she was pussy drunk, completely incapacitated by the sight of your body in motion.

you saw her swallow hard, her Adam's apple bobbing as she stared at the way your bra outline pressed against the cotton. she looked like she was about to collapse, her entire body trembling with the effort of not crossing the line right there in front of the instructor.

during the water break, you tried to slip toward the showers to escape the intensity of her stare, but she was faster. she intercepted you near the exit of the court, blocking your path with her body. she didn't say anything at first; she just stood there, breathing heavily, the scent of her arousal hitting you like a wave. it was musky, sharp, and intoxicating.

"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she rasped, her voice barely audible over the squeak of sneakers on the court. she leaned down, her mouth inches from your ear, her breath hot and ragged. "the way you're moving... the way you're showing off for me. you want me to lose my fucking mind, princess. you want me to take you right here."

"megan, stop, someone will see," you whispered, your voice shaking as your own body betrayed you, your thighs growing slick with heat.

"let them look," she hissed, her hand sliding down to grip your ass through your leggings, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "let them see how badly i need you. let them see what you do to me."

she leaned closer, her nose brushing against the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. she let out a broken, pathetic whine that sounded almost like a sob. "god, you smell so fucking good. i can't i can't do this anymore. i need you. i need to feel you around me right now."

she didn't wait for an answer. she grabbed your wrist, her grip tight and demanding, and began pulling you toward the changing rooms. she wasn't asking; she was taking. and as you stumbled along behind her, your heart hammering against your ribs, you knew there was no turning back.

the lioness had finally cornered her prey, and she had no intention of letting you go until she had tasted every single inch of you.

the door to the changing room slammed shut behind you with a metallic clang that sounded like a gunshot in the empty space. the room smelled of steam and disinfectant, but all you could perceive was the overwhelming, musky heat pouring off megan.

she didn't even give you a second to breathe before she had you pinned against a row of dented metal lockers, the cold steel biting into your back while her body burned against yours.

she was shaking. she was actually trembling, her hands fumbling at your gym shorts with a desperation that was almost frightening. "please please please," she whined against your throat, the sound broken and pathetic.

she sounded like she was starving, like she hadn't eaten in weeks and you were the only thing that could save her. "i need it so bad princess i'm fucking dying i can't breathe i can't think."

she yanked your shorts down past your hips in one violent motion, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. when she saw you really saw you, bare and slick and flushed from the gym she let out a sound that was half sob, half growl.

her eyes went completely vacant, pupils blown so wide they looked like twin black holes consuming the irises. she was pussy drunk, completely lost to the haze of her own arousal.

"you're so wet for me aren't you," she gasped, her fingers diving between your thighs to find your clit. she didn't ask; she just claimed. she rubbed you with a rough, possessive hunger, her thumb grinding against your sensitive flesh while her other hand worked frantically at her own waistband. "you smell so fucking good i want to eat you alive."

then she freed herself. her cock was angry, swollen and dark, leaking pre cum that glistened in the harsh fluorescent light. it was thick and heavy, pulsing with every desperate heartbeat. she didn't even wait to prep you properly; she was too far gone for patience. she grabbed your hips, her fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, and guided herself to your entrance.

"look at me," she commanded, her voice dropping into something guttural and primal. when you opened your eyes, you saw the raw, unhinged obsession staring back at you. "look at what you do to me. look at how fucking pathetic i am because of you."

she pushed forward. she entered you in one smooth, devastating thrust, filling you completely. you gasped, your back arching against the lockers as your body stretched to accommodate her thickness.

she was so fucking big, so impossibly hot inside you. she didn't give you time to adjust before she started moving, her hips slamming against yours with a relentless, bruising rhythm.

the sound of your bodies hitting the lockers echoed through the empty room, a rhythmic punctuation to the wet, slapping sounds of her cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy. she was fucking you like she wanted to claim every single cell of your body. every thrust was deeper than the last, each one designed to bottom out against your cervix and make your vision blur.

"so tight," she whined, her head falling back as she gritted her teeth. "fuck princess you're so fucking tight it's killing me. i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum on you."

she became more feral with every second, her movements losing all semblance of control. she was grinding her pelvis against yours, trying to force as much of herself inside you as possible. her cock felt like liquid fire, stretching you wider and wider until you were sobbing her name.

she was talking to you even as she fucked you, shameless filthy commentary spilling from her lips. "you're mine. you're my fucking toy. everyone knows you're mine."

the climax hit you like a freight train, your walls clamping down around her in desperate, milking spasms. hearing you come made her snap. she let out a wrecked, animalistic howl as she buried herself as deep as she could possibly go, her cock pulsing violently inside you as she flooded you with hot, thick cum.

she held you there, pinned to the locker, shaking violently as her orgasm wracked her entire frame, her forehead pressed against yours as she wept with relief.

for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was your labored breathing and the distant drip of a shower head. she stayed inside you, unwilling to let go, her body still twitching with residual pleasure.

she pulled back slowly, the wet sound of her withdrawal making your toes curl, and then she just collapsed against you, hiding her face in your neck like a broken child.

"don't ever leave me," she whispered into your skin, her voice raw and terrified. "don't you fucking dare leave me."

—

the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the smell of spent arousal and the fading echoes of your shared climax. megan didn't pull away entirely; she stayed pressed against you, her heartbeat thudding erratically against your own chest. the adrenaline was slowly draining out of her, leaving behind something softer, something almost fragile.

her grip on your hips loosened from a bruising claim to something almost reverent, her thumbs tracing idle circles over your skin as if she were trying to memorize the texture of you through touch alone.

she finally pulled back enough to look at you, her face pale beneath the flush, her eyes still glassy but less feral. seeing you like this hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes hazy with the aftershocks of pleasure seemed to break something inside her.

she didn't look like the shameless pervert who bragged about you in cafes anymore; she looked like someone who had just realized she was drowning and you were the only thing keeping her above water.

"fuck, princess... i'm sorry," she whispered, though there was no real apology in her tone, only a breathless awe. she reached up, her fingers shaking as she brushed a damp strand of hair away from your face.

her touch was impossibly gentle now, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before. "i couldn't help it. i literally couldn't stop myself."

she didn't let you stand up on your own. she guided you toward one of the empty shower stalls, her arm wrapped firmly around your waist to support your unsteady legs. the water was lukewarm when she turned it on, and she guided you under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and the evidence of what you'd just done.

she stayed in there with you, oblivious to the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment. she washed you with a tenderness that felt almost sacred, her hands moving over your body with careful deliberation, cleaning every inch of skin she had just claimed so roughly.

it was a strange, quiet intimacy. as she lathered soap between your breasts and down your stomach, she kept murmuring things under her breath soft, broken praises about how beautiful you were, how perfect you felt, how you were the only thing that mattered.

it was still obsessive, still centered entirely around her need for you, but the edge had been dulled into something protective.

when you finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a borrowed towel, she didn't let you go. she led you to a bench in the corner of the changing room where you could sit privately. she found her gym bag and pulled out a clean hoodie one of hers and helped you slide it over your head.

the fabric was warm from being stored, and it smelled overwhelmingly of her: that expensive perfume mixed with her natural musk. it felt like she was wrapping you in her own skin.

she sat on the floor between your knees, resting her head against your thighs, seeking out your touch like a wounded animal. she grabbed your hand and pressed it against her cheek, closing her eyes as she breathed in your scent.

"stay with me tonight?" she asked, the question quiet and desperate, stripped of all her usual bravado. "please. just come over. i can't sleep if i don't know you're right there. i need to hear you breathing so i know you haven't disappeared."

she looked up at you then, and for a split second, the pervert was back the way her gaze dropped to your lips, the way her tongue darted out to wet her mouth. but then she leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your knee, her forehead resting against your thigh.

"i'm obsessed with you," she admitted, a confession that sounded more like a surrender. "and i'm never gonna stop. i'm gonna keep stealing your things and talking about you and fucking you until you realize you're never getting away from me."

she said it with a smile that was both sweet and terrifying, a reminder that even in her most vulnerable moments, megan skiendiel was still exactly who she was: yours, and completely unhinged.

[skyesogoofy]

spot the odd one out..

i don’t think my puppy is supposed to have pink hair!!

[thugbootyshaker]

Oh hello little puppy mei why are you so cute even! 😭😭😭

[avanyoks]

i need her so bad i'm going feral

[heeyunkidolle]

I’m so gay for her im genuinely going insane I need that NOW

[vkomtrikru]

DILUVIO

Pairing: puppy!nerd megan x fem reader

Warnings: g!pmegan, p in v, unprotected sex, mommy kink, subby meg, etc.

It was around three a.m.

Outside, the rain was relentless, fat droplets drumming against the glass like a never-ending applause. It was a quiet Saturday. You and Megan were awake, just lying down- well, just you. Megan had been in her gaming room playing on her pc for who knows how many hours.

Her laughter and shouts echoed through the shared bedroom. You rolled your eyes every time she yelled due to the death of her character; the worst part is that you were ovulating and felt more needy.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, and your desire to have her became more insistent.

Eventually, after several annoyed sighs and the hope that she would return to the room with you soon, you sat down, throwing off the comfortable sheets, and walked towards the room; the door was half open, and you peeked out.

There she was, black shirt and baggy light gray sweatpants on, manspreading on the couch with a controller in hand; Palworld blaring through the screen, your eyes shamelessly dropped to the dick print, fuck, did she have to wear gray pants now? and those damn glasses.

With your right hand, you pushed the door open completely, trying to get her attention, but nothing; she had headphones on, her head leaning further towards the screen, her teeth catching her lower lip in concentration.

She was obviously too engrossed to notice you there.

"Mei? Baby..." You call out softly, but it came out more whiny than you expected.

"Mhm?" She murmured without looking away from her screen, thumbs dancing across the joystick, a half-empty energy drink can beside her keyboard. Her glasses slid slightly down her nose, the glow of the monitor catching in the lenses.

"Come on, it's late, baby." You step closer.

She bit her bottom lip, eyes flicking between the intense action on her monitor and the digital health bar of her character. With a heavy, dramatic sigh, she finally released the joystick and leaned back in her chair, letting it spin slightly to face you. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking adorably guilty.

"I knowww, I know...but- baby... I need to catch this damn pokemon right now; it's evolving, I can't lose it... if I lose it, I'd have to play for another hour and—"

Her voice cut off as she felt your touch, your hands on her chest, moving up to her shoulders, massaging them slowly. Without another word or warning, you swung one leg over her hip and settled the other the same way, straddling her lap, her back leaning against the chair and your body over hers, trapping her. The joystick clattered against the desk.

"B-baby..." Her breath hitched as she looked up at you; words caught in her throat. Her gaze darted between the screen and you, wavering, but her attention was drawn more to you and your soft, whiny voice; you needed her. Her hands, which had been hovering near your torso, pulling you flush against her body, wandered over your skin beneath your comfy, sleepy shirt; the game suddenly completely forgotten.

"Shh... kiss me." You lean down to meet her parted lips, soft sighs escaping them; your back arches, chest to chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat from the sudden rush. Her glasses pressed against your face, slightly askew, but she didn't care. Your hips grinding slowly, your thighs squeezing her waist tighter.

Your full weight rests gently upon her, she felt the heat of your body through her fingers, making her cock rise. She breaks the kiss with a soft whine, her cock pressing more insistently below you. The gaming headset lay forgotten around her neck, mic dangling. Outside, thunder rolled softly.

Dani's voice brings her back to reality, a reality she had lost sight of while lost in you.

"Megs, are you still there? Come on, we almost got Rayquaza"

Megan froze, the voice cut through the quiet room like a knife. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut at the loss of that rare pokemon, assuming she wouldn't play anymore.

Meanwhile, an amused smile painted your mouth; your hands held her headphones, placing them back on her head. Your lips planted moist kisses on her sensitive neck, making her tilt her head back and sigh heavily.

"Answer them, puppy…" You tease, your tongue tracing her neck, giving her goosebumps. You felt a slight pulse through your clothed heat.

"Girl- are you there...are you alive?" Lara used that country accent, making Megan let out a nervous giggle, her face turning red.

You lean back, smiling too at the sound, your palms on her face.

"Baby...they are gonna notice..." Her hands roam inside your shirt, moving up your back, a shy smile on her lips.

You glance at the screen and then down at her ; her glasses slip down, revealing those shiny big eyes, pupils dilated.

"Mmhh, you wanna keep playing, baby?" You attack her neck again, this time sucking gently, making her whimper, her grip on your waist tightening.

"Y-yes but-"

"Then play...I just need to feel you...stretching me out so so good puppy..." You hold back a chuckle at the teasing tone in your voice, knowing well how she'll react. You feel her cock twitch, a needy whine leaving her lips, and you knew it; she wouldn't keep playing for long.

-

A few minutes later, your hips were moving back and forth with her cock buried to the hilt, your underwear and megan’s left behind somewhere on the floor.

The soft skin of your cheeks pressed against megan’s trembling thighs, and your stomach grazed hers with every bit of friction; at that point, you knew Megan was about to break at any moment. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. The sound of rain and occasional thunder filled the room, matching the rhythm of your hips.

Megan wanted, truly wanted, to catch that pokemon that was so hard to find, to evolve it and gain more strength and abilities; but god, it was impossible. Her fingers trembled on the joystick, making her play clumsily.

"Hey, we still have to open the cards together, don't forget," Lara spoke, laughing because she was teasing Dani by almost making her character fall.

"Girl, you don't even know the names; you just get excited for the pretty ones," Dani playfully yelled as she fell for Lara's ragebait. She kept pushing her character.

"Soo?" Lara giggle at the frustated growl of dani.

Megan was on mute, listening to their distant voices arguing (like always) through the headphones, struggling to concentrate.

She had you whimpering, even with the sound booming in her ears, her attention was entirely focused on the little sounds escaping from your mouth, your hand holding her shoulder and fingers intertwining in her hair. Your grip tightened each time you felt her throbbing inside you; the movement of your hips was torturously slow; her thickness filled you completely; you could almost feel it in your stomach. She was capable of breaking you in two if she wanted to, but she was just a little puppy.

Megan completely forgot about the cards settled next to her pc, gleaming temptingly; she had planned to open them with the girls, but... she got a little busy.

Her thumbs twitched on the joystick, trying to catch a particularly elusive pokemon.

"Babe... Rayquaza spawns in... in..." she trailed off, watching her screen flicker as she completely lost track of the game. Her glasses slipped further down, fogging up from her heated breath. The rain lashed harder against the window.

She was crumbling.

Her headset crackled with Dani and the girls screaming about pulling a holographic Charizard, but Megan couldn't process a word. Your mouth on her neck, the slow, wet open mouth kisses over her pulse point, absolutely destroyed her concentration.

Her glasses slid completely down her nose, the joystick abandoned in her hand. "Mmmph... fuck..."

Megan debated in her mind whether to keep playing or not; her gaze left the screen, focusing on you. Your eyes were fluttering close, your mouth open as soft whimpers left, and your breast bouncing slightly beneath your shirt.

Fuck the stupid game.

With a pang in her nerd heart, she had to close it and postpone the opening of the pokemon cards.

"I-I have to g-go..."

She ended the call and took off her headset, tossing it onto the gaming desk almost carelessly.

Her hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements.

"F-fuck, princess... feels so good..." You smirked and reached for the gaming chair's lever to tilt it further back, giving you a deeper angle. You both moaned in unison.

She was completely lost now, glasses askew, hair messy. The rain outside sounded like thunder compared to the slow, wet sounds of you riding her. Occasionally you replaced your circular motions with up-and-down movements, whimpering each time you went down, the tip of Megan hitting your cervix, the corner of your eyes watering, she was huge.

Your half-lidded eyes were fixed on her face, and her parted lips as low moans escaped them. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it somewhere in the room, leaving your torso bare to her; you could see her eyes light up behind the glasses at the sight.

She sat up and began to kiss around your breasts, her tongue tracing your skin until it reached your nipples to lick them gently. Her eyes closed, savoring the softness of your body against her tongue as if you were her favorite meal; one hand gripped your waist while the other rested on your thigh, her thumb slowly caressing, urging you to keep going.

You were melting above her, every touch sending tremors through your body; you could feel the pressure in your stomach on the edge of release. Megan's wet pelvis soaked in your arousal created a filthy, slick friction against your clit. Your hips grind faster, chasing your high, the rapid motion causing her to moan, sending vibrations to your damp skin.

You pushed her so her back pressed against the backrest of the gaming chair, your hands firm on her chest, pinning her down; her glasses almost fell at the sudden force, her head tipped back, mouth hanging open in pure bliss as her fingers clenched their grip.

"Do it, mommy...cum all over me, please"

You let out a broken whimper, your back arched, and your hands held Megan's shoulder and nape tightly; your body tensed as the climax hit, your walls contracting around her again and again, making her cry out, her head digging back into the headrest. The sudden tightness nearly tipped her over the edge, her cock throbbing inside you while your thighs shook around her hips.

Her glasses were completely steamed up, her hands gripping your waist to keep you grounded. She was completely dazed, brain scrambled by the intense sight of you coming apart on her cock. Your walls were still fluttering softly around her, milking her gently.

"I-I'm gonna-"

"Mghh...no-" Before she could protest, you grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it and placing it in her mouth, a stifled whine trapped inside. Her shirt was pulled up, revealing her abdomen; she shivered slightly as she felt the cold air hitting.

"You keep me waiting for so long...you can wait too, puppy..." She bit the clothing tightly, forcing her eyes shut. She was right on the edge, so close to following you over; she tried to focus on anything else.

She started mentally reciting pokemon stats—Charmander's base speed, Blastoise's defense... anything to distract.

You notice her struggle and lift your hips, pulling her out, a groan stifled as you bit your lip at the loss, feeling completely empty. She squirmed, a loud whine stuck in her throat, eyes snapping open, furrowed brows pleading.

"Shh...you wanna be my good puppy, mhm?"

She nodded helplessly in submission, her fingers wrapped around your waist tightly with the need of feeling you again, her hands trying to guide you back.

"Uh uh...put your hands behind your back," You commanded, cupping her chin, and she obeyed, looking down. Her hands moved from your waist with a soft whine at the loss, but she followed your instruction obediently, her hands crossing behind her back. Her hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white as she surrendered completely.

"Good girl..." You grinned, your pussy coating her belly with your release, leaving it glistening, an involuntary moan escaping your throat, your pussy sensitive due to the orgasms you just got, eyes down to her shiny stomach, you knew that her staying inside would make her lose control.

Her back arched, the skin of her stomach burning hot and slick with you; her cock throbbing painfully, precum spilling down the length, making her eyes watery. Her body went absolutely rigid, eyes squeezing shut behind the fogged glasses. Her hands locked behind her back, practically vibrating with the need to cum.

"Mmph..." she whined desperately against the shirt.

Your gaze was glued to her toned abs, twitching visibly under you, stomach muscles contracting sharply from the denial, your fingertips hovering over her belly, making her tremble.

"Please mommy..." You lift your eyes at the muffled plea.

She looked absolutely ruined—messy hair, foggy glasses dipped as she looked up, her eyes were glassy, tears about to spill down her burning cheeks, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breaths, her teeth biting at her fabric, drool dripping around the corners of her mouth, making her look even more pathetic, and you loved it.

"Mm, baby?" With your fingers, you pulled out the edge of her shirt; her mouth fell open in a desperate whimper of relief. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the shirt, keeping her stomach exposed, your other hand caressing it.

"Please m-mommy...let me cum" Ragged breaths escaping her lips, tears slowly falling.

"Oww poor puppy, so desperate..." You grind your slick pussy from your abs back to her length, rubbing it gently, her head pointing at her; she could feel your cunt throbbing rhythmically, the heat and wetness enveloping her deliciously.

"You can cum now, pup."

"Mghh yes m-mommy..." She whined, hips bucking involuntarily. It was the friction enough she needed it. Her thighs shook, with a broken cry, the tip exploded with release, spurting hot cum onto her own belly. Eyes rolling back behind the glasses, mouth open in a silent howl as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, head tipped back against the headrest. The thunder rolled away into the distance. The storm outside had finally broken—just as she did completely. Her hands flexed behind her back, unable to move, totally at your mercy.

She melted into the chair; her glasses were knocked askew, her chest heaving, sticky cum coating her. You lean down; your tongue dragged across her tummy, slowly, humming at the taste, you clean up the mess spilled.

After a few tender kisses, you heard her whisper in your ear

"Can I open the pokemon cards now?

-

Lying in bed, the sheets up to your chest, gazing at Megan with adoration.

Her voice excited as she showed you the cards she’d pulled from the packs spread across the bed; she’d open them and explain everything in detail, pointing a finger upward like a total nerd, like spouting facts.

Her glasses kept sliding down, and she’d push them back up, a gesture that made her look even more adorable. Her lips were slightly parted in concentration as she read the cards, and she’d furrow her brows in frustration whenever she pulled duplicates of ones she already owned.

God, you were absolutely smitten; you let out a soft laugh at the irony of it all, you’d just had sex with her, and not even a second after, she was explaining pokemon cards to you.

divider: @pixopix

Edit: k3tzeyee

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A/N: This is for my bestie @meiyoknne feliz cum espero te guste👅🫶🏻 (ponele que sigue siendo tu cumple ok...)

[meiyoknne]

Warnings: choking, hybrid!pup, oral (r receiving) powerbottom!megan, g!p megan, creampie, edging, unprotected sex. Use of "puppy/mommy" — that's it ig

Megan had been waiting for you all day, the hours stretching endlessly from dawn to night. She had tried to find release on her own, her hands working restlessly as she pictured your face, stroking herself slowly, but her body refused to settle for an orgasm. She didn't just want to cum, she craved the specific weight and heat of your touch.

By the time she heard the front door click open and the familiar rattle of keys on the table, she was curled in bed, her pulse racing. Her cock was throbbing with a dull, insistent ache, stretched so tight it was nearly painful.

"Mmh! You're finally here!" she cried out, her voice a mix of relief and pure desperation. She scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door, nearly colliding with you. Before you could even drop your bag, she had her face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a lifeline, her soft ears tickling your chin.

You smiled, touched by how eagerly your puppy had been pining for you, until you felt the unmistakable, rigid heat of her pressed firmly against your thigh. She couldn't help but let out a low, knowing, nervous laugh. Megan pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic sort of hunger.

"Uhm, what?" she murmured, her lip trembling in a pout. "I'm just... I'm so hard" she whispered, the confession muffled as she hid her burning face against your chest, clinging to you as if she might come apart if you let go.

Seeing her so completely undone, you decided then and there to give her exactly what she was begging for. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching with predatory calm as Megan stripped for you. As you slowly loosened your tie and unbuckled your belt, you felt the air in the room thicken.

"On your knees" you commanded.

Megan's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sharp edge in your voice. With a frantic, submissive nod, she sank to the floor, her knees hitting the cold floor as she looked up at you.

God, you loved that look in her eyes. You stepped out of your slacks and looped your leather belt around her neck, using it as a makeshift collar. You gave it a firm tug, reeling her in until her face was inches from your lap.

"Do you really want this?" you teased, watching her pupils dilate.

Megan bit her lip so hard it turned white. She was soaked, the slick evidence of her need making it clear that your gaze alone was enough to push her over the edge. The sheer weight of your authority made her feel even harder, if that were physically possible.

"Uh-uhm! Yes... please" she whimpered, her voice thick with embarrassment and need. "I’m so desperate to lick you.. your folds... please."

You smiled as you saw how desperate and pathetic she could be for you. Her lips were shining since tears were coming down her eyes. Who knew your girlfriend could be such a slut for your touch?

You pulled Megan even closer to you, provocatively spreading your legs open. Megan slid her tongue out in a completely slutty display. Her saliva mixed with your own wetness on her puffy lips as her jaw moved smoothly but firmly against you, making you feel entirely too good. You threw your head back, biting your lip and tightening your grip a bit more on the belt acting as her collar.

Megan let out a whimper, losing her balance slightly. She took the shift in momentum as an opportunity to push her tongue even deeper, immediately finding that exact spot that made you see stars. Her nose... god, her nose kept brushing against your clitoris every time she lapped at your lips to tease you. She was actively looking for that sharp tug and tightening around her neck; she absolutely loved feeling like this, being completely down on her knees just for you.

"Right there, puppy... mmhm, fuck... who's a good girl?" you rasped out.

Megan’s eyes flew wide open and her ears perked up, clearly thrilled by the praise. You could hear her tail thumping against the floor. Your legs started trembling.

"Mmh, that's it, you earned it. You want to be inside, uhm? Want to fuck mommy?" you said between breathless moans. Honestly, you needed her inside you right now. You wanted to come with her inside of you. You wanted her to fill you with her puppies.

Megan nodded frantically, a thick, stringy line of saliva and your own wetness still connecting the two of you. Her tongue stayed out like that for a few seconds until she finally took her thick, veiny, and heavy shaft, positioning herself right between your legs.

Entering gently, just the tip alone made you feel completely full. Then, she pushed. Her thrusts were sloppy and the sounds were incredibly wet as she grabbed your thighs, lifting them up high to fuck you in a position that made every stroke feel way deeper. Your moans mixed with hers, creating a perfect harmony that echoed through the room.

Then you felt it, that intense, pleasurable tightening building deep in your stomach, your grip on the belt loosening completely.

"Mmhg. Mommy likes my cock that much? How pretty" Megan murmured, speeding up her pace.

You closed your eyes tight. "Please, puppy... uugh!" you gasped. Your clit felt way too sensitive, and you completely came around her. Only a minute later, she filled you entirely.

Megan exhaled loudly, exhausted, but her stamina was crazy. Almost immediately, she started to thrust into you again, slowly. You let out a small scream. Her cum was already dripping out of your pussy.

"Mhm, enough b-baby. Listen to me" you said, placing your hands on her hips to stop her.

Megan just smiled. She knew you didn't actually mean that "stop" but she also needed a quick break. She gave you those big puppy dog eyes, pouting in a mischievous way. You shook your head, smiling back. She was still semi-hard as she pulled out, both of you panting heavy.

"Please?" she whispered, and you could see her cock throbbing right against your thighs.

It was going to be a long night.

[lesone-shots]

"Edited Or Not?"

Megan Skiendiel x 7thmemberfem!reader masterlist

The dorm was unusually quiet. Too quiet.

You frowned as you walked into the living room, your overnight bag still hanging from your shoulder after returning from a solo schedule. The moment the front door clicked shut, you noticed something strange.

Sophia looked down at her phone, biting her lip. Daniela was facing the wall, shoulders shaking. Lara had a pillow pressed over her face. Yoonchae outright sprinted into the kitchen.

"...Why does it feel like everyone's hiding something?"

Before anyone could answer, Manon appeared from around the corner with the biggest grin you'd ever seen.

"Oh, perfect timing." You narrowed your eyes. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." That smile said otherwise.

She held up her phone. "I just think you should watch this." You sighed.

"...Manon."

"No, trust me." Curiosity won. You leaned over as she hit play.

The video opened on Megan, clearly in the dorm while you were away.

"I miss her." Someone behind the camera laughed. "Megan, she's been gone for literally two days." "I know." Megan dramatically flopped face-first onto the couch. "I miss my girlfriend." Another laugh. "You texted her like...twenty minutes ago." "That was TWENTY MINUTES AGO." The camera zoomed in dramatically. "I love her so much." "Aww." "No, seriously." She sat up, clutching a throw pillow. "She's so pretty."

You couldn't stop smiling.

"She's so talented." Sophia's voice came from behind the camera. "You're embarrassing yourself." "I DON'T CARE." Megan hugged the pillow tighter. "I hope she's eating." "I hope she's sleeping enough." "I hope she remembers how amazing she is." Lara snorted. "Megan." "I wanna hold her hand." "I wanna hug her." "I wanna squish her cheeks." "I wanna bite—" The camera shook violently as everyone burst into laughter. "You WHAT?" "I SAID WHAT I SAID." More laughter. Megan hid behind the pillow. "I love her so much." There was a dramatic sigh. "I'm literally suffering."

The video ended. Silence, You blinked and then looked up.

"..." Manon was already recording your reaction.

"So?"

You covered your mouth, trying—and failing—to hide your smile. "She's ridiculous."

"She is." Sophia nodded solemnly.

"We've had to deal with this for forty-eight hours."

"It was nonstop," Daniela added.

"Every five minutes," Lara said.

"'I wonder what she's doing.'"

"'Do you think she misses me?'" Yoonchae mimicked perfectly.

"'Should I send another text?'" The room erupted into laughter. Your face was getting warm.

"So..." Manon asked.

"What?"

"Wanna go tease your girlfriend?"

"Oh, absolutely."

You found Megan in the practice room. She was stretching with headphones on, completely unaware of your arrival. You leaned against the doorway.

"Hey." She looked up. For half a second, she froze.

Then— "Baby!" She practically launched herself across the room. You barely had time to laugh before she wrapped both arms around you.

"You're back!"

"I am."

"I missed you."

"I know."

She blinked. "...You know?"

"Mhm." you smirked. She frowned.

"How?"

You casually pulled out your phone. "I saw a video."

The color drained from her face.

"...What video?"

"Oh, you know." You pressed play.

"I miss my girlfriend."

Megan's soul visibly left her body. "No."

"I love her so much." "I wanna squish her cheeks." "I wanna bite—"

"MANON!"

She buried her face into your shoulder. "I'M GOING TO BREAK HER PHONE."

You were laughing too hard to stand. "You said you wanted to bite me."

"I DIDN'T FINISH THE SENTENCE."

"Oh?"

"I WAS GONNA SAY YOUR CHEEKS."

She groaned dramatically. "I've been betrayed." .You raised an eyebrow. "So you did say it."

She immediately straightened up. "...Edited."

You blinked. "What?"

"The video." She nodded confidently. "Edited."

"Megan-."

"Deepfake."

"You were literally wearing the same hoodie you're wearing right now."

"...Coincidence."

"And that's your voice."

"AI."

"AI?" You laughed.

"Very advanced AI."

"So you don't miss me?" You crossed your arms.

"I didn't say that."

"So you don't love me?"

"I didn't say that either."

"Hm."

"...The prosecution is twisting my words." She looked away dramatically.

You took a step closer.

"So..."

"So..."

"You don't wanna hold my hand?"

"..."

"You don't wanna hug me?"

"..."

"You don't wanna squish my cheeks?"

"..."

She sighed in defeat.

"...Fine."

You smiled triumphantly.

"I miss you."

"Mhm."

"I love you."

"Mhm."

"I wanted to hug you."

"Mhm."

"and I wanted to kiss you."

"Mhm."

"I may have been a tiny bit dramatic."

"Tiny?" , "...Very tiny."

You laughed before wrapping your arms around her. "I missed you too." Her entire posture melted.

"Really?"

"Really."

She smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at. "I knew it."

"Oh?"

"You love me."

"I do."

She gasped dramatically. "I've won."

"You've won?"

"I've won."

She stole a quick kiss.

From the doorway came a loud groan.

"Oh my God." Manon.

"You two are disgusting."

Megan looked over without missing a beat.

"Edited."

"What?"

"This entire interaction."

"Megan—"

"AI."

Lara walked up behind Manon. "We're literally watching you."

"Special effects."

Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose.

"We live with a menace."

Megan simply grinned, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kissed your cheek.

"Can't hear you."

"Why?"

"I'm busy missing my girlfriend."

You looked up at her.

"...I'm standing right here."

"I know."

She smiled.

"But I missed you five seconds ago."

Everyone in the hallway groaned in unison. You couldn't help laughing as you leaned into her side. Maybe she was dramatic, maybe she was clingy, maybe she'd never admit that video was real.

But judging by the way she refused to let go of your hand for the rest of the day... It definitely wasn't edited.

[c8nstellations]

BEHAVE

gfau gpmei virginmei degradation. smut.

wc: 1.3k

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it was always the same routine on tuesdays. megan would show up at your house after school looking like she hadn't slept in three days all limbs and nervous energy and that stupid puppy dog desperation that she couldn't seem to shake.

she looked like she was constantly on the verge of crumbling her shoulders hunched as if she were trying to make herself smaller though she never quite succeeded. she was a loser plain and simple clumsy sweaty and completely incapable of holding herself together when you were in the room.

you watched her from the doorway leaning against the frame with a practiced air of bored indifference. you looked every bit the queen bee you were your hair perfect even after a full day of classes your expression one of mild amusement mixed with something sharper something almost cruel.

you were wearing a tiny white tank top that showed off the sharp lines of your collarbones and a pair of baggy boxers you had stolen from megan's apartment the week before. you liked the way they felt against your skin a constant private reminder of the girl currently squirming on your bed.

"you're late megan" you said your voice smooth and cold as ice. megan flinched at the sound of it her head snapping up. her face was already flushed a deep pink her eyes wide and watering slightly. "i-i know, sorry… the bus was just-“

"i don't really care about the bus." you cut her off walking into the room with slow deliberate steps. you didn't sit down immediately instead you circled the bed like you were inspecting a piece of property. you noticed how megan's breathing had already begun to quicken how her thighs were pressed tightly together shaking almost imperceptibly.

you knew exactly what was happening. you knew about the missing underwear in your own drawers the damp patches on the hoodies megan borrowed the way megan couldn't seem to keep her hands off herself whenever she thought you weren't looking.

megan was already unraveling. she looked pathetic sprawled across the duvet with her fingers digging into the fabric. she was already hard the unmistakable bulge straining against her jeans. she looked like she wanted to cry and beg at the same time her lips parted as she let out a whimper that sounded painfully needy.

"you're already making those noises" you noted stopping at the edge of the bed. you looked down at megan with undisguised disdain. "you're such a mess. do you ever actually control yourself?"

"baby.. i-i try" megan whined her voice cracking on the last syllable. she sounded so small so helpless. "it's just... when i'm here y/n. it's hard."

you let out a soft mocking laugh. you sat down on the edge of the mattress not touching megan yet just letting the girl suffer under your gaze. you could see the sweat beading at megan's hairline the way her chest was heaving. the power dynamic was delicious the way you held every single piece of megan's composure in the palm of your hand.

"well you're not doing a very good job of trying" you said. you reached out not to comfort her but to hook two fingers under megan's chin forcing her to meet your gaze. megan's eyes were glassy completely undone. "you're shaking like a leaf. it's embarrassing."

"please" megan whispered the word barely audible. she didn't even know what she was asking for only that she needed the torment to end or perhaps for it to escalate into something she could finally lose herself in.

your smile didn't reach your eyes. you liked this the way megan crumbled at the slightest provocation. you liked knowing that you could break this girl apart just by speaking to her. slowly you shifted sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between megan's spread legs. you could feel the heat radiating off megan's body the desperate energy that seemed to fill the space between them.

"if you're going to be this pathetic about it" you murmured your fingers moving to the button of megan's jeans "then i guess i'll have to show you how to actually handle it."

you didn't rush. you took your time undoing the denim savoring the way megan's hips jerked upward at the contact. when the fabric finally gave way revealing how badly megan needed you you felt a surge of satisfaction. you wanted to see every reaction every gasp every shameful sound. you wanted to milk every drop of desperation out of her.

you leaned forward your breath hot against the sensitive skin of megan's inner thigh. you watched as megan's head fell back against the pillow her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a broken keening sound. you knew what came next and you knew exactly how you were going to make megan beg for it.

you didn't rush to finish what you had started. you wanted to prolong the agony to watch megan squirm under the weight of her own need. you peeled back the fabric of megan's underwear with agonizing slowness exposing her completely to the cool air of the room. megan looked so exposed so vulnerable her hips twitching involuntarily as the air hit her sensitive skin. she looked like she was begging without even saying the words her entire body arched toward you.

"look at you" you whispered your voice dripping with mock pity as you reached out to trace the length of her. "you're already leaky. you're such a filthy loser aren't you?"

megan couldn't even answer. she could only let out another broken whimper her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as she tried to anchor herself. you finally closed the distance your tongue flicking out to taste the salty heat of her. you started slow teasing the tip swirling around the sensitive head before taking her fully into your mouth.

the reaction was instant. megan's entire body convulsed her back lifting off the mattress as a strangled scream died in her throat. she sounded like she was breaking apart. you kept your rhythm steady and relentless using your tongue to stroke and your lips to create a tight sucking pressure that made megan's toes curl. you could taste how desperate megan was the saltiness of her sweat mixing with the slick heat of her arousal. "y-y/n... please... oh god y/n please" megan sobbed out her voice thick with pleasure and shame. she was completely lost her eyes rolled back as she surrendered everything to you.

you didn't stop. you increased the pace your hand wrapping around the base to provide a steady punishing friction while your mouth worked feverishly above. you wanted to milk every single ounce of pleasure out of her. you wanted to see megan reduced to nothing but raw sensation. you could feel the tension building in megan's thighs the way her muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

you shifted your grip using your free hand to cup megan's balls kneading them gently between your fingers as you continued to suckle. the dual stimulation was too much for megan; she began to thrash beneath you her hips bucking wildly. she was close so close her breathing coming in short ragged gasps that sounded more like hyperventilation than anything else.

"that's it baby.. give it to me." you commanded against her skin your voice muffled but clear enough to send fresh waves of electricity through the girl above you.

megan finally broke. with one last desperate cry that sounded almost like a plea for mercy she came. she shuddered violently her entire body seizing up as she spilled over your tongue. you didn't pull away; you stayed right there swallowing every drop milking the last of the tremors from megan's body until the girl finally collapsed back onto the pillow panting and completely spent.

but you weren't done yet. you pulled back slowly strands of saliva connecting them in the dim light. you looked up at megan's flushed wrecked face with a cold satisfied smile. megan looked like she had been through a war her eyes unfocused and her lips swollen.

"that was just the first time" you murmured wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. you leaned up pressing your face closer to megan's letting her see the hunger still burning in your own eyes. "i told you i was going to teach you how to behave. now we're going to do it again."

you moved higher positioning yourself so you could look megan directly in the eyes as you prepared to take her again. you wanted to watch the exact moment megan lost herself for the second third time. you wanted to see her face painted with the evidence of how badly she needed to be owned.

you didn't give her time to recover. you knew her body was still hypersensitive from that first climax and you intended to exploit every single nerve ending. you reached down again her fingers finding the slick evidence of her release before you pressed your mouth back against her. this time you weren't gentle. you wanted her to feel the full weight of your control. you focused on the cock that was already twitching and leaking from her earlier release. you used your tongue with a more demanding rhythm licking and swirling around the head with an intensity that made her hips buck involuntarily against your face.

"stay still, puppy." you commanded when she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. you grabbed both of her wrists pinning them to the pillow above her head with one hand. it was a display of dominance that made her whimper but she didn't fight you. she couldn't. she simply laid there helpless beneath you her chest heaving as she stared up at you with pupils blown wide with need.

you watched her unravel. you watched the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed hard and the way her thighs trembled violently. you shifted your grip moving your hand down to cup her balls while your mouth worked feverishly. you wanted to taste every drop of her desperation. you pressed your tongue harder against the sensitive tip swirling it in circles while your thumb applied steady pressure to the base. you wanted to see how much more she could take before she completely snapped.

you watched her eyes roll back as soon as your tongue found that sensitive spot again. she was already close this time her body reacting to your touch before you even fully engaged. her hips began to grind against your mouth seeking more friction seeking more of you. you didn't give it to her freely. you pulled back suddenly leaving her gasping and desperate the sudden absence of your tongue making her whimper like a wounded animal.

"please," she choked out the word barely audible as she arched her back trying to force herself against you. "please y/n don't stop."

"did i say you could speak?" you murmured against her inner thigh before moving back up to face her again. you wanted her to understand that every second of pleasure was a gift you chose to give. you returned to her cock taking the swollen head back into your mouth but this time you used your teeth. you grazed the sensitive underside with the faintest pressure sending electricity shooting through her entire frame.

megan's legs fell open wider her thighs shaking so hard they could barely support her. you could feel the heat pouring off her. you increased the suction making it deep and punishing your throat working to draw every ounce of feeling out of her. you wanted her to feel like she was drowning in you. you wanted her to forget everything except the way your mouth felt wrapped around her.

your hand moved in perfect sync with your mouth stroking the length of her with firm deliberate motions. you watched her face through half lidded eyes. she looked wrecked. her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and her mouth hung open as she struggled for air. she was completely at your mercy and you savored every second of it.

"that's it puppy, break for me." you commanded between slow, kitten licks.

she couldn't hold it back. the tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter until she finally snapped. her hips jerked upward with violent force as she came again. she cried out your name as she spilled over your tongue the release so intense it seemed to shock her system. her entire body went rigid before melting back into the mattress. she was sobbing now small broken sounds of pure overstimulation.

you didn't pull away immediately. you stayed connected to her milking the last of the tremors through slow deliberate strokes of your tongue until she finally went limp. you pulled back slowly letting the saliva string between you as you looked down at her ruined expression. she looked pathetic. she looked perfect.

you leaned down whispering against her ear while your hand continued to stroke her softening cock. "you did so well. so obedient." you could feel her shudder at your words.

[m6eusss]

YOUNG, RICH, & IN LOVE. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

encima de ti, a ver cuánto aguantas,

like how i ride it, ride it? you know i ride it, ride it.

PAIRINGS: g!p megan skiendiel x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: creampie, riding, p in v, humiliation, degradation, dacryphilia, subby megan skiendiel, deepthroating, blowjobs, unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, morning sex, crying during sex (tears of pleasure of course!), sleepovers, r is mean :u, usage of handcuffs, usage of y/n, usage of rope (tying up), PUPPY MEGAN WHO CHEERED!

SYNOPSIS: Waking up next to Megan wasn't something forbidden for you, given that the two of you have been best friends for only God knows how long. But fucking her? That was new.

WORD COUNT: 1,815

A/N: hello... VERY VERY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING honestly I had no motivation to write ANYTHING BUTTTT its Ok! i put my pussy into this Ok donut be mean. ENJOY!!!!!!!!1

The morning sun seared through the blinds, causing you to squeeze your eyes in discomfort. Your head rested against Megan’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around your waist. You opened your eyes, groaning and pulling the blanket over your head. 

You weren’t a huge fan of sleepovers. Hell, you weren’t a huge fan of people either. But Megan? She was an exception. From kids to full grown adults, she’s never left. And you cherished that, ‘kept her close to your heart ever since. 

Her eyes slightly creak open, watching as your cheek smushed against her shoulder. “You up?” She whispers, voice hoarse and tired. You hum in response, looking up at her. You notice how flushed she is, her cheeks a warm pink. Maybe it’s a fever? The thought lingers in your mind, but damn, you can’t deny how hot she looks right now.

You sit up, placing your hand on her forehead. She’s burning, sweat beading on her skin. “Jesus.. Do you feel sick? You’re burning up, Megan.” A wave of concern washes over you, rubbing her check with your thumb. “No.. I'm fine.. Don’t worry about me..” You could tell she wasn’t, especially with the way her voice sounded so much more different than usual. 

“Take this blanket off then, you’ll get even hotter if you keep it on.” You tug at the thick, soft blanket covering her from her waist to her feet. Megan refuses, shaking her head and gripping it with all strength. “I’m fineee! Just.. I need to use the bathroom..” Her words don’t fool you at all, you clearly know something’s wrong.

She sits up, getting off the bed and making her way to the bathroom. You sit there in disbelief. She’s literally never acted like this, ever! It didn’t make any sense to you. You hear the sink turn on, water trickling down Megan’s hands. She washes her face, the evident problem throbbing in her pajamas. After what feels like an eternity, Megan unlocks the door, walking back into your room. 

“Your face is all wet, Megan.” Your stern voice makes her whine as she lies back down next to you. “So..? I..just sweat easily! Okay?” Clearly embarrassed, she looks away from you, focusing on whatever bullshit is on her phone instead. 

You know what’s wrong, you knew exactly when she came back from the bathroom. But you just wanna tease her just a bit more before getting what you want. 

When she walked back from the bathroom, your eyes lingered where you knew they shouldn’t. Her print showed through her pajamas, and god damn was it thick. Poor Megan. That thing probably hurts so bad, and she can’t do anything about it. Not with you here. 

You lean in, totally invading her personal space. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t feel right leaving my best friend all hot and bothered.” You purr, your breath making her shiver in pleasure. “Don’t say it like that..” Megan pants, avoiding all eye contact with you. Your hand trails to her the back of her neck, inching closer and closer with every given moment. 

“Oh you poor little thing.. It must be so hard to deal with this.” Your free hand roams down to her problem, fingers dancing around the sensitive shaft. “Don’t say.. t-that..” You love everything about this, her broken voice, the way she stutters, the way her stupid face looks so desperate and needy for you. It turns you on even more, if that’s even possible.

“Megan. Look at me.” You grab her chin, forcing her to look at you. The redness on her face increases, biting her bottom lip. “You’re so cute like this..” The way you whisper makes her whine, giving you more of an advantage. You lean into her even closer, your lips brushing against hers. 

You capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her gasps and whines adding fuel to the fire. You shove her down onto the bed, straddling her lap as you look down at her. “Fuck.. Y/N, you see what you do to me? My cock got hard just dreaming about you.. ” Megan looks ashamed of herself, still avoiding any possible eye contact. 

“Oh yeah? Do I make you hard, Megan?” You tease, hands gripping on her baggy graphic tee as you grind back and forth on her erection. She nods, whining with every movement you make on her. “Mhm.. Y-Yes.. Fuck..” To say you enjoy this is an understatement, Her pathetic little noises sound like a melody in your ears. You bend down, covering her face in kisses. Her hands rest on your back, holding on for dear life.

“Y/N.. Need you to r-ride me.. Please.. I’ll do anything..” Megan cries out, tears already forming in her eyes. “Anything, huh?” Your words drip in mock sympathy. 

“Y-Yes.. Anything! Please, mommy..” You nip at her neck, leaving red marks all over her sensitive skin. Her entire body shakes under your touch, tears streaming down her face. “You’re so beautiful when you cry, you know that?” You whisper in her ear, biting at her earlobe. 

Her hips jerk up, neediness surging through her body. “Pleasepleaseplease.. Need to fuck your tight pussy..” You sit up, pressing down on her chest with your hand. “Your heart’s beating so fast.. Surely you can wait a little longer, Yeah?” 

Megan cries even more, her eyes glassy and red. “Don’t cry.. it’ll be worth it in the end..” You pinch and pull at her cheek, a shit eating grin on your face. “Dumb little puppy, you’re just begging for me, aren’t you? Well, I can’t ever deny this pretty little face.”

“You know what? This’ll be funner with your hands tied up.” You whisper, getting off the bed and walking over to your drawer, grabbing a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs and a small rope. You walk back to her, grabbing both of her hands and tying them up. “Don’t want you to get away.” Megan whines at that.

The soft click of the handcuffs locking her hands together makes her face even more flushed, the thought of what you’re gonna do to her gets her even hornier. Her hands lay on her stomach, the cold metal laying against her wrist. 

The tone of your words is like salt rubbing onto an open wound, the way you degrade her making her get even more whiny and desperate, really just like a puppy. You get off her lap, sitting in between her legs as you pull her pajamas down, a wet patch already stained on her undergarments. 

Megan’s cock twitches in her boxers, springing out when you pull them down. Her size alone makes your eyes widen, along with the thick vein on her shaft and the way her cock curves a little to the right. It had to be at least 9 inches, hell, maybe even more. You take your own pajamas off as well, wincing as the cold air in the room hits your soaking wet cunt. 

You wrap your hand around her cock, watching as the precum already beads at the tip just by you touching her. “Don’t stop.. Please..” Megan rubs her wet eyes, wiping away her tears. A loud, pornographic-even whimper leaves her mouth as you begin to jerk the poor girl off, her lips quivering. 

“You like that? Huh?” You mutter, your hand speeding up around her cock. Megan inhales sharply, eyes shut in pleasure. And before she can even react, your mouth wraps around her tip, dipping your tongue into the slit. “F-Fuck! ‘Feels too good..” You take her entire length inside your mouth, causing you to gag. But you take it anyway, no matter what.

Her fingers grip the bedsheets, the musky scent of her sweat flooding your senses. You loved how she smelled, like if you could take her apart just to smell every part of her body, you would. You spat on her cock, lips wet with saliva and precum. Megan’s eyes rolled back, biting her lip as the tears fell down her cheeks. 

Your teeth gently graze against her shaft, making her moan uncontrollably. You never really knew how sensitive she really was. Sure, you would have perverted thoughts about her, but it never really went that far. Well, not ‘til now. 

“I-I’m close… so close..” Those few words make you stop completely, your thumb covering her tip. “You can go longer, Megan. Trust me.” Her cock twitches, the swollen head leaking precum all over your thumb. You take this as an opportunity to get on top of her instead, straddling her lap once again. She bucks her cock into your soaking wet entrance, your walls squeezing her dick so tight she thinks she’s glued inside you. 

The second you sink down onto her thick cock, Megan’s mouth hangs open, her hands shaking in the cuffs. “You’re so big.. need your cock in me forever and ever..” You moan out, tugging on the hem of her shirt. Her cock throbs inside you, the vein on the side rubbing against your spongy walls. She jerks her hips up, glassy eyes staring at how your wet heat engulfs her penis. 

You move up and down her throbbing length, watching as it disappears inside you. Megan’s eyes linger on your tits, watching as they bounce up and down every time you move. “H-Holy.. Shit..” You look down at her pathetic face, her eyes puffy and red. The tears have stopped, for now.

You move your hand down to your clit, rubbing it with your thumb. The sight is way too much for Megan, causing her to dump out her kids inside your cunt. But you don’t stop there, you ride her even faster, pulling your shirt off and exposing your breasts. Megan’s cum oozes out of your pussy, covering her cock with it like some type of lube.

With your other hand, your finger twists and pinches your nipples, just to get that extra amount of pleasure. “Fuck! Megan.. Need you to cum inside me again, Come on..” You plead, trembling atop her. She can’t even form a single sentence even if she wanted to, indescribable babbles and words slipping out her lips.

And being the obedient girl she is? She obeys you, of course she does. Spurts of thick, warm cum fill your insides once more, making you moan in pleasure. “T-Thats right.. Fill my pussy up with your kids..” Your words make her see stars, just the thought of creating a family with you makes her whimper. 

You run a hand through your hair before getting off of her, lying down next to her. Her chest rises up and down, breathing heavily. Megan turns her head to you, cock slowly rising up again. She smiles, sitting up and panting. 

“Can we go again..?” She begs, her bottom lip protruding out.

And how could you say no to that face?

© m6eusss. est 2025.

[vvelvetfangs]

automatic — d.a

𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘹 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 "𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺" 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 (𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨) 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘤 0.4𝘬 (𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦) 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

“you look like such a slut like that baby.”

dani’s mocking voice was the only thing occupying your mind, aside from the pleasure filling your body to the brim. a silicone dildo attached to a machine was trusting in and out of you, stretching your entrance open further than you ever thought it could be. dani has insisted that you be the one she tries it out on, citing how responsive you always were when the two of you indulged in the latina. and so, there you were, ass up, face down on the bed, taking the toy while you struggled to keep your composure. as each and every thrust made its way inside you, you fought the urge for you to release pathetic whines and moans. there was even a point when you had attempted to bite into the pillow below, which was only met with a stern reprimand from daniela and the removal of the thing.

“uh uh,” she scolded. “i want to hear my sluttly puppy.”

the degradation caused a whine to escape your lips, eliciting a hum of approval from her.

“you like that? don’t bother answering.” with a click of the remote she clenched in her hands, the speed of the machine increased rapidly. there was nothing for you to hold on to, for you to distract yourself with; your face landed yourself into the mattress, arms supporting you. the only thing on your mind was the sensation of the dildo thrusting in and out of you and how you wished it was attracted to daniela.

dani could still provide pleasure to you herself. it was what she craved, after all. simply watching you take was not enough for her. grabbing a small paddle, daniela made her way over to you. she stationed herself behind your ass, first grazing it with one hand before striking you with the object. the pain was stark yet enjoyable. whether it was the sound of the wood colliding with your skin or the actual impact itself, the action sent you closer and closer to the edge.

“aw, i can tell you’re enjoying the spanking. all my pup can do is whine and moan for more. are you close?”

you were in fact near the edge of release. you whined and whimpered for her to spank you faster, turn up the machine, to which she obeyed. soon, you were taking a harsh pounding into your entrance while your skin was under an assault.

“that’s it puppy, come for me.”

the mix of pain and pleasure reached its climax, leaving you collapsed on the bed. the only thing dani could say to you was “such a good fuck puppy.”

[meiyoknne]

Dark haired boyfriend megan we still talk about you here

[danielasslut]

I’m crying why is Megan actually so puppy.its like in her blood

[meiyoknne]

Dark haired boyfriend megan we still talk about you here