warnings: moaning, car sex, riding, p in v, breeding, unprotected sex
a/n: we watched a reel 😍 @vkomtrikru
The soft glow of your phone sat in a holder, showcasing the way you and Megan held your ice cream cones, half finished, slightly melting into the napkin you both had. Megan smiled, a small dollop of cream on her nose.
You giggled to yourself, wiping it away. “We got ice cream.” You looked at the camera, stating the obvious.
Megan chuckled. “It’s so good. Melting a little but, that’s fine.”
You had to contain your laughter as you licked another tongue full of the cold cream, moaning lightly under your breath, just enough to pass off as normal. Megan doesn’t notice—she rants about what you did today. Then you take another lick, moaning louder but still soft, just enough for her to side eye you.
You smile innocently, “this is so good. Right, baby?”
“Mhm.” She nods. “I wish I got two now.”
“It would’ve melted.” You raised your brow. Another lick, louder moan. Megan’s eyes widen as she turns her head fully towards you. You don’t look—you keep going. Lick after lick, more moaning that progressively grew louder and sensual.
Megan glanced nervously at the camera, still rolling with those red numbers counting up at the top. She feels the bulge forming in her boxers, sweatpants suddenly feeling too tight. You keep going and she has to pretend she’s not about to explode right now. Megan finished the last of her ice cream, cone and everything. You do the same, licking your lips with a satisfied hum, dramatizing it more.
Megan reaches forward and shuts the camera off, her phone falling into the console. You finally meet her eyes—they’re filled with pure, black lust. “You okay, baby?”
She swallows hard at first, licking her lips and answers, “You drive me crazy. You know that?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You giggled to maintain your innocence but she doesn’t let it slide this time. Megan is already reaching down, pulling the bar and extending her seat out as far as it could go. She pulls her sweatpants down, her thick cock bulging through those thin boxers.
She pats her lap once. A command. “C’mere.” Her voice is low and raspy, you don’t dare question. You crawl over the center with a small smirk, ass in the air with your hips swaying. It’s dark aside, nothing but the lights above in the parking lot illuminating Megan’s car.
Once you’re in her lap, she’s making you straddle her, veiny hands guiding your hips to slowly grind against her bulge. It strains against your soaking wet panties. Your breath catches and stutters, your confidence slowly slipping away.
“That’s what I mean.” Megan growls, head tilted back. Veins pop around her neck as she holds back from tearing your clothes off, ripping them in half.
Her hands slid up your shirt, grasping your tits through your bra. You gasp, back arching further into her chest. “Megan.”
“Hush.” Her teeth meet your neck, sucking on your pulse point, making you fold. “Just enjoy, mama.”
Your body reacts the way it always does with her touch—melting, folding for her with one single command. You’re giving in, soaked panties sticking to the wet patch on her boxers. Megan’s patience flies out the window. She reaches down, pulling her cock out, letting her boxers slide down to her ankles. Your panties and shorts are yanked at the same time, exposing your pussy to her.
“So pretty.” She dips her index finger through your folds, feeling the wetness pooling there like an ocean. “This pussy belongs to me.” Megan licks her finger and guides the red, leaking tip to your hole before slowly shoving herself inside you.
The moan that escapes your throat is almost pornographic—nails clawing at her biceps, back arching, head thrown back to expose the hickey’s she left. Megan groaned lowly, mouth parted as she heavily breathes.
“You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like I’m gonna leave you, shit- I never will, princess.” Her hands squeeze your hips, forcing you to rock back and forth against her cock. It stretches you in a burning way, passionate strokes that brush those deep spots inside you.
You could’ve sworn she’s rearranging your insides. Megan’s huge, in the most humble way possible. You moan loudly, drool is practically pooling from the corner of your mouth from how cock-drunk you are.
Megan’s hands slither down your curves to feel your plump ass, giving it the smallest smack of encouragement. You ride faster, ass bouncing against her thighs now.
“God. That’s it, baby. Ride me. This cock is yours. Make me see stars, fuck.” Megan whimpers, head spinning from the feeling of your pussy alone.
The way she talks to you—you absolutely lost it as you squirt all over her cock, juices spilling down the leather seats of her car. Megan gasps, filled with nothing but pure pleasure. Thick ropes of hot cum fill you to the brim, her seed spilling out the more you slow your hips to a complete stop.
You’re both panting heavily against each other, noses brushing each other. The car’s windows are puffed up with hot air, creating condensation. You chuckled breathlessly, opening your eyes. “Should I moan eating my food more often?”
“The food better be my dick next time.” She smirks.
You just wanted your grade fixed, that’s it. But somehow, you ended up in your professor’s office after hours, stuck in a conversation that feels a little too personal, a little too intense… and way more complicated than it should be.
cw: age gap, degrading, praising (ironic ik), sophia is lowk manipulative, reader is a virgin, breeding, creampie, blowjob, deepthroat, pussy eating & rubbing, a bit of slapping, overstimulation, begging, & more.
wc: 8.04k
note: this is lowk not proofread and its my first on this blog but i hope u guys enjoy LOL also sorry this is kinda filthy...
You sat in the cafeteria, your fingers absently tracing the creases of your most recent grade report for General Physics. The sounds of lunch hour buzzed around you — metal trays clattering, overlapping voices, bursts of laughter — but it all seemed to blur into background noise. Your focus remained locked on the single letter printed on the paper in front of you: B.
Not even a B+. A flat, bitter, almost mocking B.
This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.
You were a top student. An academic perfectionist. You had practically made academic validation of your personality at this point — and General Physics was no exception. You had revised the basics, read ahead, memorized every formula, and anticipated every quiz. You contributed in class religiously, always offering answers when no one else dared to. You were, without exaggeration, doing everything by the book. And yet, you still ended up… average.
You clenched the grade report in your fist, crumpling it slowly as if it would erase what it said. The paper bent and creaked, echoing how you felt inside. Crushed, cornered, and humiliated.
Professor Sophia Laforteza had been a pain in your academic side from day one. Elegant and sharp-tongued, she made it her mission to crush egos in front of the class with her famously brutal grading rubric and impossible-to-please attitude. You still remembered the first time you asked her a question, a harmless inquiry about vector directions, and she responded with an eye-roll, a smirk, and a lecture that made the entire class laugh at your expense.
You never forgot that moment. And it felt like she hadn’t either. Since then, she watched you, not in a neutral, teacherly way, but with something colder, more scrutinizing. And now, despite your relentless efforts, she gave you the same grade she gave slackers who barely showed up.
You couldn't let anyone see this. Especially not your parents. They’d cut your allowance again. No more takeout nights. No more gym membership. Maybe even fewer meals altogether.
You spotted your friends weaving through the sea of students, maneuvering carefully around crowded tables and swinging backpacks, trays of food balanced in their hands. Laughter trailed in each step they took, a feeling of familiarity you would never get sick of. Manon — your best friend, plopped down on the seat beside you, gently resting her food tray on the table, while Megan, Yoonchae, and Lara sat on the long bench adjacent to yours.
As the girls sat down and before they could notice, you hurriedly stuffed the crumpled piece of paper back into your bag, jamming it in between your textbooks and other essentials, burying your humiliation with it. Of course, no one needs to know about this. They shouldn’t. You need to maintain your perfect composure. That’s how people always view you. Composed, responsible, and smart. Someone they were willing to count on. You couldn’t even imagine how disappointed and judgmental others would be if they found out you were failing such a class. Just thinking about it sent a shockwave of embarrassment jolting through your nerves.
“You okay?” Manon tilted her head. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“You look bamboozled,” Megan teased, a laugh escaping her lips and infecting the group. You forced a laugh too, brittle and hollow.
“Yea, yea! I don't know why, but I just feel a little tired today. Maybe it’s because I slept late last night. Couldn’t fall asleep for some reason.” Lie after lie. You weren’t tired. You didn’t sleep late. You in fact passed out right as you hit the bed at 8PM. Staying up late? What’s that?
“You sure? We literally asked you if you wanted to call last night and you replied at like 8PM saying you were literally dead from destroying your legs at the gym and cleaning your dorm all night…” Lara tilted her head in doubt. Whoops. Perhaps you’re not such a good liar.
“Yup,” Yoonchae added. “And you haven’t opened the group chat since.”
“Oh! Uh…” You fumbled for an excuse, eyes darting. “I was, um, watching that new Netflix show? The one that’s trending right now?” Another lie. You hadn’t opened Netflix in weeks.
“Didn’t know you were into shows,” Manon raised a brow.
“Anyways—” you blurted out, desperate to shift the topic. “Did you guys get your physics grades back?” You were curious as to how your other friends felt about their results. Maybe Professor Laforteza was really just a bitch who didn’t wanna give anyone a good grade. No way anyone else got a higher grade than you.
“Oh, yeah!” Megan beamed. “Even though I flunked that last quiz, I got a B- overall!”
“I got a B,” Yoonchae said with a shrug. “Not mad. I didn’t really care about that class.”
“I got an A- somehow,” Lara smirked. “No clue how. I’ve slept through, like, three lectures.”
“I was late to every single one,” Manon gasped. “Still got a B+. Wild.” She giggled. “How about you, Y/N?”
Your mouth went dry. What? You worked harder than all of them — hell, harder than most people — and they were getting similar or better grades for doing the bare minimum?
Your throat tightened. Your eyes stung.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
You took a sharp breath, plastering on a strained smile. “I’d… prefer not to say.”
Lara rolled her eyes, laughing. “Come on, we all know you got an A+. You always do! You’re, like, terrifyingly smart.”
“Huh? Don’t even mention it,” you chuckled weakly, trying to wave it off, but your voice cracked — panic barely concealed.
You quickly turned to your phone, pretending to scroll through apps. You opened Instagram. Closed it. Opened your Notes app. Typed a random letter. Deleted it. You weren’t even pretending to text anymore — just trying to look busy enough to avoid conversation.
What the fuck is going on? What am I doing wrong?
The laughter continued, quieter now, but you still heard your name once or twice. Then: Daniela.
Manon scoffed. “Of course Daniela got an A+.”
Your eyes shot up from your phone. Your jaw clenched. Your academic rival. Always trying to one-up you. And now she’d won.
“She always does. Have you not seen how Prof. Laforteza looks at her?” Megan laughed. “They’re basically eye-fucking the whole lecture.”
Your head snapped up. “What?”
You looked around. Everyone else was frozen too, processing what Megan just said.
Megan hesitated, then lowered her voice. “You know… the thing. Between Prof. Laforteza and Daniela.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, curiosity prickling despite yourself.
Megan scanned the room nervously. “Don’t tell Daniela I said this. Seriously. But apparently, they’ve been… seeing each other.”
Lara gasped. “No fucking way.”
“That’s what she told me. They meet in her office. After hours.”
“Are you telling me they’re fucking?” Manon said bluntly.
“I—I don’t know!” Megan whisper-shouted. “That’s what people are saying. But it’s not just Daniela.”
Megan leaned in closer. You all followed, your heads almost touching over the middle of the table.
“She’s been rumored to be sleeping with other students too. Including—” she paused, locking eyes with you “—you.”
Silence fell.
“What?” You could barely get the word out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Your voice was sharp now. Angry. Betrayed. “I’m not like that. I’m not Dani. I work for my grades.”
“We know,” Yoonchae said quickly. “But, this is all starting to make perfect sense. This explains why Dani got away with turning in that data report late last month! She was literally, like, 2 weeks late into turning it in, and Prof. still accepted it! Which already sounds crazy enough, but catch this — she gave Dani full marks as well! Zero deductions for late submission.”
Lara nodded. “And honestly? She does stare at you a lot, Y/N. Like… a lot.”
“I don’t think you’re like that,” she added quickly. “But I get why people talk.”
You sat there, stunned. Humiliated. Angry. Confused. You hadn’t noticed Laforteza’s eyes on you. But now? The looks. The subtle smiles. The comments. Were they normal? Were they inappropriate? You didn’t know anymore.
You looked at your friends. At the laughter that had faded. At the rumors now etched into the air.
You needed time to think about this.
The clock on your desk glared back at you: 11:13 PM. The room was dim and suffocatingly quiet, lit only by the golden pool of light cast by your desk lamp. Its warmth barely touched you. Most of the glow clung to the wood of your desk, highlighting the chaos you'd created. Crumpled notes, thick textbooks flung open to unread pages, assignments with messy annotations, highlighters bleeding across margins like battle scars. Some pages barely hung onto the edge of the table, others had already fallen, scattered carelessly across the floor like discarded thoughts.
The bluish light from your laptop screen painted your skin with a sterile, ghostly hue. You blinked at it, eyes heavy, throat tight. The same physics lecture was open. Again.. This had to be the fifth time tonight. Or maybe the sixth. It didn’t matter. The words didn’t make sense anymore. Equations swam, graphs twisted, sentences lost their structure the moment you tried to make sense of them.
With a sharp exhale, you slammed the laptop shut. The sound echoed louder than expected in the still room. You leaned back in your chair, head thrown against the backrest, a guttural grunt escaping your throat half frustration, half exhaustion. Your hands rose to your face, covering your eyes, then slid up into your hair, gripping it with trembling fingers. You twisted at the roots, pulling, almost hoping the sting would snap you out of this spiral.
But it didn’t.
Instead, your mind pulled you deeper into it.
Megan’s voice rang in your head again, as clear as if she were sitting in the room with you.
“She’s been rumored to be sleeping with other students too. Including—” she paused, locking eyes with you “—you.”
The grip on your hair tightened with each thought.
Your grades. Dani’s perfect score. The stares. The rumors.
The way Prof. Laforteza looks at you in class. Was there really something?
You push yourself away from your desk, another frustrated grunt spilling from your lips. You flopped down onto your bed, snagging your pillow and bringing it close to your chest. Your hands tremble a little. It wasn’t even the grade anymore. It was everything else that came with it. The pressure. The unfairness. The humiliation. The disappointment.
You weren’t the type of girl who slept her way to a better grade. You were diligent. Your parents raised you well. Everyone knew that. Or at least, you thought they did.
But now? You could feel your reputation cracking.
You nestled into the pillow, letting out a sharp breath. You bit your lip, trying to fight back the tears. You didn’t wanna cry. Your parents taught you not to. They told you to be strong.
You propped up on your bed, determined to fix this. Determined to fix yourself. You were gonna do something about this.
You weren’t gonna let Prof. Laforteza get away with this.
You stood in front of Prof. Laforteza’s office door, heart thumping so loud you could feel and hear the vibrations in your chest. Your fingers again fiddled with the now crinkled grade report held in your hand. You need to be strong.
Inhaling bluntly, you hovered your fist over the door, hesitating for a moment.
Knock.
One beat. Two.
You heard the footsteps inside the room getting closer and closer to you. The handle turned.
And there she was. Professor Laforteza. She was suited in her usual dark blazer, the collar popped just slightly like always, with the top two buttons unbuttoned — which was not so usual, her expression completely blank. Unusually, her hair was let loose today. Perhaps because she didn’t have any formal lectures today.
“Y/N,” she said in a monotone voice. “Didn’t expect to see you today. Did I perhaps call you to my office?”
“No,” you answered firmly, stepping into her office as if it was your own. “I’m here to talk to you about something.”
“Hm,” she pouted in curiosity, nodding her head as she shut the door behind you with a quiet click.
Locked.
You felt your breath hitch silently. Why did she lock it?
Her office was surprisingly not well organized, which was quite surprising for someone like her. You could even call it messy. You felt a look of disgust creep up onto your face.
Did her and Dani fuck before you came here?
Does that explain the loose hair? The unbuttoned top? The messy desk? Fucking disgusting.
She walked back to her desk and sat back on her chair. “So, what are you here for?” She flashed a sweet smile at you. How cunning.
You dropped your grade report onto her desk, facing her. “I wanna talk about this.” You said as you crossed your arms.
She looks at the paper. Blink. Looks back at you. Blink. “Your grade?” She lets out a chuckle.
Why was she chuckling? She was starting to get on your nerves. Again.
“No,” you sounded disappointed. “The one you gave me.”
That made her raise an eyebrow. She stood up, picked up the grade report, squinted her eyes, staring closely at it. “You’re not satisfied with a B?”
“Why should I be?” You bit.
“You’re aware that I hold high standards?”
“I’m aware that you play favorites.” You snap back.
She looks straight up at you, putting the paper back onto the desk.
“I’m aware that Daniela passes everything late, yet she gets a perfect score, every single time.” You said. “Must be magic, right?”
She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t find the right words.
And then she laughed, very lightly. “What are you trying to say, Y/N? I suggest you speak to me very carefully.”
“I don’t care. Because I’m not here to beg, I’m here to give you an option.”
She leans in on the desk, crossing her arms. “Are you threatening me?” She snickered.
“If I was, would you report me?” You tilted your head at her, raising your eyebrows. “Oh wait, that would cause — other things to come out, wouldn’t it?” A cunning smile forms on your lips. This was going your way perfectly.
There it was. You saw it. A glimpse of dismay in her eyes.
She blinked. “You’re bluffing.” She said while scoffing.
You took a step closer. “Try me.” You threatened. “Fix the grade. Or the principal gets a little anonymous email.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, smirking. Something you paid close attention to. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N. Come meet me in my office at 7 PM after class hours. I’ll sort something out for you.”
You weren’t sure what you expected. Perhaps a detention notice? Or maybe even a slap to the face.
Certainly not that. Not her leaning into you like that. Not that devilish smirk. Not the way your name rolled off her tongue like it was a sin.
You gulped nervously, almost breaking your composure. “Fine, seven.” You stared at her.
“I do hope you’re being serious about sorting this out.” You added, trying to regain your confidence, lifting your chin up.
Prof. Laforteza didn’t reply. She simply smiled and started organizing the papers on her desk. Dismissed. You didn’t give the satisfaction of giving her a second glance or another word as you walked out the door. But the second it shut behind you. You could feel it. There was a heat clinging to your neck, your ears, and your jaw. They way her eyes lingered for a second too long.
You now knew what others were talking about.
It’s 7:05 PM. The hallways are dimly lit and empty. The fluorescent lights above buzz softly, flickering just enough to make the silence feel heavier. Outside Prof. Laforteza’s office, the door looms like a line you’re not sure you should cross. But you do.
Your hand wraps around the handle,cool to the touch. You twist it slowly. The door gives a faint creak.
She’s there. Exactly where you expected her to be.
Seated at her desk, eyes down, pen in hand, papers spread in front of her with clinical precision. She looks up, calm, collected, and her gaze finds yours like it always does: too directly. Too intimately. You can't tell if it’s meant to disarm you or expose you.
Her lipstick is still that rich, velvety maroon from earlier, but you can tell she just reapplied it. There’s a fresh sheen, a new sharpness at the edge of her cupid’s bow.
The lights in the room are low. No ceiling light, just the amber pool of her desk lamp, casting golden illuminations across her face. Everything else fades into the warm gloom: her bookshelves, the filing cabinets, the locked drawer you’ve always wondered about.
She doesn’t speak yet.
She just lifts the glass in her left hand, amber liquid swirling inside. Definitely not water. She holds your gaze over the rim as she takes a sip.
“Five minutes late,” she finally says, voice low, casual. But there’s an edge. A challenge.
She sets the glass down.
You speak without thinking. “You said seven.”
You step in and shut the door behind you.
Click.
Silence, except for the faint ticking of the wall clock.
“Lock it.” She said again.
You didn’t wanna lock it, for obvious reasons. But you also didn’t wanna talk back, for an unknown reason.
The sound of the door locking was far too loud for your liking. It was almost deafening to your ears.
“Sit,” She ordered again.
The leather chair across from her desk was cold against your bare legs. You were still in your casual plaid skirt from earlier this day. You tried to hold her gaze. But you couldn’t. Something was off in the atmosphere of this room. The way she looked at you, it made something in your stomach coil.
“I believe you came here with demands?” she said softly, tracing the rim of her glass with her index finger.
You gulped. “I want the grade fixed. I know about you and Dani. It wouldn’t take much for a tip-off to land on the principal’s desk.” You threatened, trying to sound confident.
She chuckled softly, somehow alluring. “Ah. Blackmail? How… adolescent of you.” She mocked.
You felt threatened. “Don’t try to play smart. I’m serious.”
She stood, unhurried. Slowly took her time, step by step to walk from behind her desk towards you. Her gaze never left yours.
“You’re serious, huh?” She mocked your statement, grinning as if it amused her. “Tell me, Y/N, do you actually think you’re the first person to come here and try to corner me?
You clenched your fist. You felt yourself starting to fall apart. You didn’t know what to say.
She got closer to you. She leaned in forward over the back of your chair, her plump lips ever so close to your ears. You didn’t flinch, but your breath certainly did hitch.
“Hm. You really think I'd risk everything for some naive little girl with a bruised ego over a B flat?” She whispered sensually. You could feel her warm breath on your ear.
Fuck. What was happening? You were failing.
She moved, circling around you, brushing a hand along your shoulder as she walked past.
At her filing cabinet, she plucked out a folder and opened it as she returned back to her desk. “Hm, your academic record,” she mused, with an impressed look on her face. “Every essay. Every grade. Every late night. You’re a perfectionist, honey, and it shows.”
You tense up at the nickname. You start to feel your chest tighten, and your breathing gets heavier. Why did you feel like this? Was she making you feel like this?
She looks back at you again, leaning against her desk with palms resting on the edge. “Do you know what I find most fascinating about perfectionists, Y/N?
You couldn’t give her a response.
“They break easily.”
Her words hit like a punch to the gut.
She tilted her head. “So… what now? You threaten me. I call your bluff. You leak your little secret. I deny it. Daniela denies it. And then what?” She gasps mockingly. “You get dragged in too. For tampering, for false accusations, for harassment."
This wasn’t going as planned at all. You felt terrible. You felt stupid.
You didn’t think this through.
Just as you thought you got to the worst part of the night.
Prof. Laforteza took a step forward. Slow and deliberate. “But you’re not really mad about the grade, are you?” Her voice dropped, a smirk formed on her face as she looked down on you. “You’re mad because you’re not my favorite.” She reached out to hold your chin, gently forcing you to look up at her.
She caressed the top of your chin.
You didn’t know how to feel. You felt like you were being hypnotized.
“Sweet, bright, diligent Y/N…” She continued to caress as gently as possible, giving you a pitiful pout. “You envy Daniela. But not because she’s top of the class.”
She leaned in on your ear, her breath hot and careful. “You want the attention I give her. You want it so badly it’s driving you to this.” She chuckled. “Isn’t that pathetic?”
You couldn’t find the words. There was nothing in your head. Yes, it definitely wasn’t a lie that you were extremely jealous of Dani, but not for this reason. Perhaps Professor Laforteza was right. You could feel her fingertips grazing on your chin and how her hot breath felt on the side of your ear. It felt so — hot.
She pulled away, lips curled into a cruel, evil smile. “Am I wrong?”
Again, you couldn’t find the words. You felt like you were being teased. You hated this feeling, yet, something about it felt somehow exciting.
“You envy her,” she murmured, “but not because of the grade. No. You envy her place.”
The professor circled behind you now, deliberately close, her breath feathering against your neck. “The way I look at her. The way she makes me laugh.” A pause. “You want that same heat.”
Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Stop.”
But Sophia wasn’t listening. She moved in front of you again, hands braced on either side of your body, you could feel the warmth of her palm on your shoulders. “Say it,” she said. “Say you want it too.”
The room was too quiet. Too heavy. Your heart beat like it was trying to escape your chest.
“You’re so much more fun when you’re not pretending Y/N.” She leaned down, getting closer to your face each second. “Please, stop pretending.” Her nose was centimeters away from yours.
You bit your lip at the desperation in her voice. The way she talked to you. You knew she was manipulating you, but you played right into it.
She placed her hand on the side of your neck, gripping lightly. The room felt so fucking heavy.
In the dim light, her lips softly pressed onto yours. You could feel the pressure of her kiss. You’ve barely tasted any of her, yet, you already felt intoxicated. You were frozen, unsure of what to do. You felt her lips relax. And then go in again, kissing you a bit harder this time. For the first time, still unsure, you kiss back. You can feel her hum into the kiss, growing more passionate.
She puts her hands on both sides of your waist, tugging you upwards to stand up. She lightly pushes you against the edge of her desk, knocking a few items here and there. Both of you are still holding the kiss, and each second it grows deeper and hotter. Unexpectedly, you felt a soft and wet organ dart at your lips, seeking entrance. You open your mouth, welcoming her warm tongue into your mouth. You could taste her drink. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it was something sweet. Damn, it tasted good. Everything felt so hot. You couldn’t believe what was happening.
You were making out with your professor.
Professor Laforteza.
Sophia broke the kiss for a moment. “I knew you’d give in.” She chuckled under her breath.
Fuck. You felt so defeated. But something about being defeated by Prof. Laforteza felt so good. Something about the way she handled the situation — the way she handled you, was so fucking hot. You’ve never felt anything like this. Hell, the last time you experienced anything remotely close to anything like this was when your first and last boyfriend tried to kiss you in 10th grade. You cringe at the memory.
Now, you have your professor pinning you against her desk. She goes back in for the kiss, a lot more hungry this time. Her big hands are dancing around your waist, each caress lighting you on fire. Her hands find their way towards your ass under your skirt, groping at both of your cheeks, making you hitch up into her touch and slightly moan into the kiss. Today was definitely the day to not wear safety shorts. You could feel her smirk through the kiss. You felt so good under her touch.
The kiss doesn’t bore you. She pulls out and kisses you gently on the jaw, tracing kisses over it. You take this chance to recover your breath. You then feel her lips nib on your neck, a lick across, and then a nice suck on your sensitive skin. You could feel the bruising of the warmth and tightness of the sensitive spot on your neck. It hurt so good. You were already aching for more. She continued to suck on your neck while she started to unbutton your blouse with her eyes closed.
Damn. You couldn’t help but wonder how many other girls she did this to or, maybe how many times she has been in this exact same situation with Daniela. A wave of jealousy and insecurity hits you. But it didn’t matter right now, not when Sophia was undressing you. “Mmm, I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget about this moment, baby.”
There it is again. A nickname. Not that you were complaining though. You loved it.
Now unbuttoned, she pulled your blouse off of your body, still nestling herself on the side of your neck. Her lips on your neck felt so tingly. It felt so addicting. It felt like a massage. She pulled away to get a look at your topless body.
“Fuck, I knew it. You’re so gorgeous.” She said as she unclasped your bra smoothly, as if she’s done it a million times before.
She wastes no more time and shoves her face into your boobs, sniffing the scent of your naked body and inhaling as much she could of you. She fondles your boobs, rolling your hard nipples in between each finger. You let out a gasp. You’ve never felt this before. It felt like you wanted to gush. She plants her tongue on your nipple, softly flicking back and forth while she tugged and pinched at the other one. She wholly takes it into her mouth, gently sucking at it while moaning, sending vibrations to your sensitive nubs, making you squirm in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” you squeaked.
“Mhm, you like that? I bet no one’s ever made you feel this way, huh?” She said cockily.
She kept sucking on each of your tits, alternating back to back, making sure to give each an equal amount of attention. You could feel the dampness in your panties already. Every single one of your moves felt so dangerous.
Her hands find their way back under your skirt, but this time in the region of your pussy. She could feel everything. The moment she touched your panties, her hand too became wet.
“Already so wet, baby? We’ve barely even started yet.” She murmured deeply.
“C’mon, get these off.” She said as she rolled your panties off of you. She stared at them for a second, throwing them away the next. “Pink. How cute.” She teased you, making you look down and blush in embarrassment.
“My baby is so cute, hm?” She said as she kneeled down to get a better view of your pussy.
You tug at the hem of your skirt, attempting to take it off. She holds your hands tightly, “Nuh-uh, skirt stays on.” Looking at you with seriousness.
She gets back to business and props one of your legs up on top of the chair with the other on staying on the floor. Your pussy was all spread out for her to see, drenched in your fluids, all because of her. She grazes at your lips and at ever so slightly at your clit, earning a sharp gasp from you. She licks softly at you, making sure to savor your taste. She keeps giving long and slow licks up and down your pussy, long enough to keep you waiting, but to also make you frustrated. You boldly grab her head and attempt to push her face into your pussy, but immediately pull back when she gives you a hard slap on the thigh. It stung, and it scared you.
“Hey, don’t fucking touch me unless I say so.” She looks up at you with daring and controlling eyes, her hands and fingers gripping so hard on your thigh, to the point that it hurts.
“I-I’m sorry…” You could only apologize softly.
Tired of playing around, she dove back into your pussy, this time fully indulging herself in it. She licked in every crevice of your lips, and slightly shoved her tongue inside of you from time to time. She used two fingers to spread your lips and see how wet you really were for her. “Hm, you’re such a pretty baby. I wish you could see how swollen and wet your pussy was for me. It’s so fucking hot baby.” She said as she licked and nibbled on your sensitive clit. She kept violating you, each flick getting you closer and closer.
“Oh, Oh my God, keep going please. Please.” You begged in a high pitched tone.
And now she suddenly pulls away. It felt cold down there suddenly, and you were confused. You whined at the loss of contact.
“Not yet, you need to earn it, mkay?” She said while standing up, unzipping her black slacks.
You saw the big bulge creeping up on her underwear. So fucking big. And it looks so delicious. Your hand reaches down to the bulge and gives it a little squeeze and rub, which Sophia lets out a groan to.
“Get on your knees, hun.” She pushes you down.
She pulls down her boxers and the rest of her clothes with them, revealing her hard veiny cock. Her cock was so hard, it looked like the veins in it were about to burst. It was standing up fully, ready to take anything. “You see my dick baby? That’s how hard I am for you.” She said as she wrapped your hair into her hand to form a ponytail. “Open your mouth for me.”
You obeyed, gaping your mouth with your tongue slightly out. She slightly pushes your head down, keeping her filthy gaze on you. The moment the tip of her cock feels the warmth of your tongue, she can’t help but bite her lip and groan at the sight. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby.”
You try to take her whole dick, but it’s hard, seemingly because of how thick and long her dick is. You try to adjust your jaw to it first before moving too much, but Sophia gets a little impatient. “C’mon, what’re you doing?” She says as she pulls on your hair and makes you look at her. You take this as a sign to start your motion, bouncing your mouth back and forth on her hard cock.
You squeeze your hot mouth around her length, attempting to pleasure her. She groans in approval of it. Your hair is still wrapped around her hand, she suddenly tightens the grip and starts pushing and controlling your head more, making you slightly gag every time the tip of her cock reaches the back of your throat.
With each stroke, she gets more aggressive, seeking for more. She gets faster, and starts to push harder and deeper. “Prove to me that you can do it for me baby.” She says in a low grunt, suddenly pushing your head down as far as she could. Even then, you still couldn’t take all of her
Now, tears started to sting your eyes. You couldn’t help it, especially when her thick cock was lodged inside your throat. It was so big, it almost felt stuck, as if it was permanent. Sophia made you stay in that position for a moment. You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, mouth full of cock and she looked back down at you, eyes full of greed and pity.
Suddenly, she winds back her hips and thrusts forwards, banging your throat. You let out a gag as she assaults the back of your throat. Her being the sick person she is, could only chuckle to that. She keeps doing the same motion, each stroke gets harder and faster.
By now, she was aggressively fucking your throat, throwing her head back and moaning. Thrusting into your mouth without mercy. Tears spilled from your eyes down to your cheeks, and drool was bubbling from your mouth from each thrust she took. “Ugh fuck baby, your throat feels so good, ngh. Don’t worry, you feel so much better than Daniela. You’re being such a good girl right now. Taking my cock so fucking good. You’re so fucking good for me, hm? It’s as if that little mouth of yours was made for my cock.” She moaned out as she fucked your mouth into oblivion. With every word she threw at you, you could feel your pussy dampen and clench on nothing.
“I’m gonna cum soon, baby, need you to take it like a good girl okay? Swallow it for me.”
Sophia suddenly pulled and started stroking her cock pointing at you at a swift speed. “Open that mouth for me baby, stick out that hot tongue.” She grunted deeply.
You obeyed, sticking out your tongue for your professor and looking into her eyes like a little whore. Sophia kept jerking herself, and soon enough, she came. Her hot strings of cum landed on your tongue. There was so much, it just kept going and going. Without a warning, she put the palm of her hand on the back of your head and shoved her dick back into your throat, having you fully take it as she kept unloading her hot semen into the back of your throat. “Oh fuck, that’s my good girl.”
You felt yourself getting even more wet at her words. She unlodged her dick off of your mouth, softly slapping your cheek with her cock as she left out a small but hot chuckle, admiring how drunk you were from her cock.
She bends down, almost to your level, but just enough to be still above you. “You're such a good girl for me. Good job baby, I’m so proud of you.” She gives you a gentle kiss as slowly helps you up from the floor.
“Now get on the desk. Don’t think you’re getting away without me fucking that pussy.” She said deeply as she lifted you on top of her desk. As she propped you up, she spread your legs, having you set your feet on top of the desk as well. Thank God you were flexible. She leaned down to get a closer look at your pussy again. “I could stare at this all day baby, so beautiful, hm. Your clit is so swollen and your pussy looks so tight.” She whispers deeply.
You could do nothing but whine in response. What were you even supposed to say to that?
Sophia looks at you, “Are you a virgin?” She asks.
You look down, nodding slightly, flustered, not sure of how to answer the question without looking like an absolute loser.
“I knew it.” She said as she took another lick at your clit. She was slowly getting addicted to the taste of you, but she wasn’t complaining. She went back up to level your face and started kissing you again, lips attacking yours. Her tongue felt so warm and gentle, but also so aggressive and dominant. How was that even possible?
You indulged yourself in her lips and tongue as she made your mouth her plaything, sucking and nibbling on both your lips and tongue. She pulls back and slowly strokes her cock. She was fully rock hard again. Her dick obviously aching for some more.
She lines up the tip of her cock to the entrance of your pussy, but before she puts it in, she smothers it in your wetness, smearing the tip of her cock all over your pussy, most especially rubbing it fast on your clit. In response, you squirm and writhe under her. You felt so sensitive after all the teasing and from how horny you were.
She responds to your reaction, “You like that baby? You like it when I play with your pussy using my cock?” She says teasingly as she spreads your lips to get a good view of your pussy, rubbing her fat tip on your clit and all over your pussy. At that moment, you felt like you wanted her cock inside of you already. It felt raw and vulgar. It feels so good, you start trembling under pressure, you bite your lip so hard it almost starts bleeding. You moan loudly like you’re not in your college campus.
“Oh my God, yes! Fuck!” You squirm out as Sophia keeps playing with your clit. You can feel it. You don’t know what, but you start to feel something brew in your gut, and before you know it, you start cumming on her bare tip. Your legs spasm as they start to close in on themselves as you let out a terribly loud moan. Your eyes roll back and you arch your back from all the pleasure. You just had your first real orgasm.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sophia says abruptly as she slaps your cheek. “Who told you you could cum?” She raises her voice at you.
You look at her with shock and fear in your eyes. You didn’t even know you were about to cum. It was your first time. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You whimpered like a poor puppy.
“I don’t care. For a virgin, you sure are a needy bitch.” She grunts as she spreads your legs fully and shoves her cock inside you.
You scream in pain and pleasure – mostly pain. After she rammed her dick inside you after one go. she stopped, letting you feel her cock just inside you. “Fuck, you really are so tight.” She chuckles, well excited for what she's about to experience.
You purse your lips and try not to cry. You tried to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain, and it was slowly working. You could still feel your orgasm wash out. Your pussy was too sensitive for this right now.
“Hm, can you feel me baby? You feel my big cock inside your pussy.” She asked teasingly in a high tone as she pouted at you.
You could only pout at her back and nod as you whimper.
“I’m gonna start moving a bit, okay my pretty girl?” She whispered softly as she slowly started to move her cock. You could feel it. You could feel everything. It felt so real. It felt so raw.
“Oh fuck, you’re taking this dick so good. Holy fucking shit. So fucking tight f’me.” She moaned as she slowly moved in and out of you, watching her dick slowly disappear into your tight cave, swallowing her dick whole.
Soon eventually, the pain started to subside, and pleasure was all you could feel. She was all you could feel. Your professor. Sophia Laforteza.
She started to go at a faster, more average pace. “God, this pussy is so good. I can feel you tighten around me baby. You’re so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful.” She softly whispered as she fucked her cock into your tight cunt.
You started to relax your body on the desk, letting Sophia take full control over you. She lifted your legs and pressed your knees down towards the sides of your chest, making sure she could fully immerse herself in you.
You could feel her big cock stretching you, hitting your g-spot, reaching you in places you didn’t even know existed. The more she thrusted into you, the more drunk and intoxicated you felt. It felt like all that mattered right now was her cock.
She started to increase her pace. “Holy fuck! You like that, baby? Tell me how much you like it.” She grunted.
“Oh! Ngh, it feels so fucking good. I love your cock. ‘Can feel you fucking my pussy so good.” You whimpered loudly as your eyes hit the back of your head. Your words were almost incoherent. You didn’t even know you were capable of speaking like that.
Sophia was fucking your pussy like a monster. She held you by your hips, making sure you felt as full as ever. “That’s it baby, take that cock. What a good girl.” She praises.
She took this moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of her. One of her students, laid back onto her desk with their legs spread wide open, skirt lifted up high to reveal their pussy. Her cock splitting your pussy open as you moan like a bitch with each thrust of her rod. She bit down on her lower lip at the sight of your tits bouncing back and forth, occasionally tugging, twisting, and rubbing on your nipples from time to time.
The sound of her pelvis slapping your ass fills the room, with wet sticky sounds ricocheting across the walls. Your body writhed and convulsed beneath her, spasming when she reached with her finger to play with your clit.
“You gonna cum at the same time as me, okay pretty baby? I’m so close already. Let me see my pretty baby cum under my cock.” She says, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and she kept her pace and consistency in fucking your now sore pussy. She fiddled with your clit, switching from pinching to tease you and rubbing it to stimulate you.
She continued to rub your clit in circles and all sorts of different motions, spitting on your pussy from time to time. The bundle of nerves on your pussy felt like heaven. You could feel that same brewing in your guts again. “Oh, ‘think I’m gonna cum!” you squeaked out loud as Sophia kept fucking your tight little pussy.
“That’s my girl. Where do you want me to cum, baby? Want me to cum inside you, huh?” She shouted as she slapped you cheek which turned you on even more.
The thought of her cumming inside you brought you even closer to your orgasm. Your pussy tightened at the thought. You loved the way she talked to you as if you were some whore for her dick. “Mmm, yes! Please cum inside me! Mph!” You weren’t thinking. You were intoxicated by her cock, completely. You moan out loud as she keeps working on abusing your clit while she rams her fat cock in and out of your sore and tired pussy.
“Oh God, take this cum. Take my sperm, gonna pump that fucking semen inside of you. Fuck!” Her hips convulse, you can feel her dick reach the deepest part of your pussy, while her cock pulses and releases her hot semen into your cervix. The warm cum floods your entire pussy, coating your walls with sperm.
As she unloads her cum inside of you, her fingers still rub on your sensitive clit, and you reach your peak shortly after she reaches hers. You both cum at the same time, your pussy tightening around her cock as you cum and your body spasms while your back arches again. “Oh my fucking God, yes! Fuck! So good…” You moan as you both reach your high.
As Sophia is still unloading into you, she doesn’t find the need to stop rubbing your clit, or stop thrusting into your pussy. Your body was too tired to do anything. You felt incredibly overstimulated. All you could do was whimper and whine while trying to push her off. But it didn’t work, Sophia is too strong for that.
“What? I thought you wanted to cum? Isn’t that right? You came without permission earlier right?” Sophia teased with an evil grin.
You looked up at her with tears forming in your eyes, attempting to push her off again. But she doesn’t budge. You could feel the pain brewing in your clit from the overstimulation and the soreness of the insides of your pussy. “Please, it hurts…” You squirm.
“Nuh-uh, come on baby, I know you can cum one more time for me. Come be a good girl for me. I know you can, baby.” She whispered gently as she pulled her cock out of your pussy and started rubbing her tip on your clit again. As she was doing so, her cum escaped your pussy, fluids overflowing and flooding out onto the desk. “Hm,” She sighed disappointedly.
She used the tip of her cock to scoop her cum from your worn out pussy. She flicked your clit back and forth with her fat tip, smearing her cum all over your pussy, using it as lubrication. “You like that baby? That’s what you like, right? When I rub this cock all over you pretty little clit?”
You could only nod and whimper in agreement. It hurt so much, but you could feel it again. As she rubbed his cock real fast on your clit, you came, for the third time today, screaming again, almost out of breath. Your legs shook and closed on impulse, pushing Sophia out of the way. She did nothing but laugh at your actions.
“How cute.” She chuckled as she petted your head.
You were so exhausted. It felt like your whole body was worn out, even though it was Sophia doing all the work. You didn’t even feel like getting up anymore. Your body was just fully limp on her desk.
She took this time to admire you, how beautiful your body and face really were. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.”
No response. Too exhausted. Just breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling.
She held you by your back and lifted you up to sit so you could face her. “Are you okay?” She asked while wiping the sweat off of your face. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious right now. She literally just destroyed your guts and now she's asking you if you’re okay?
“Uh, yeah.” You said in a shy manner, now that the sexual tension has gone, you felt even more embarrassed.
“Good.” She whispered firmly. “I promise to never give you anything but an A+ after that. Only if you keep doing what I want you to do though.” She chuckled. You knew she had to keep you around after that.
You were still dazed, unsure of how to respond to anything. You certainly did enjoy your time in her office – a little too much maybe. But you weren’t sure if this was something you wanted to keep up. Nevertheless, you knew you had to obey her and listen to her now. She had something against you.
♱ yt video: megan being a jealous loser for her actress woman, with no choice but to share you with the world
♱ cw; actress!r, jealous!megan, moments megan stopped laughing and locked in irl, men (sorry)
catalogue, i, ii, iii
clip one: [ youtube ] ‘superman’ cast talk superman’s suit, cut clois scenes, and the expansion of the dcu
“well, actually there were a couple of ‘em that didn’t make it into the final cut. i think there was a fight between superman and lex that didn’t really come through? and there was one…” david trailed off cautiously, his eyes falling down into his clasped hands in his lap before they flickered up towards you, checking if he should continue. your encouraging grin urged him to finish his sentence. “it was, uhm--a more intimate moment between clark and lois that was cut from the movie.”
nicholas let out a loud cackle, nodding before raising a teasing eyebrow at the man. “oh, you’re talking about that scene?”
you couldn’t resist chuckling at david’s fluster, a hand on his shoulder to help ease his nerves as he stammered to find the right way to word the scene he was about to describe.
“they did not hold back at all, it was fantastic ‘acting’.”
you swatted nicholas in the arm, your grin spreading wider as david scowl at the english man. you glanced back at the interviewer, who anticipated any sort of explanation to this inside joke the three of you shared. you shook your head. “ignore him. it wasn’t like that,” you insisted, david’s hand now over yours on his shoulder as you tried containing a potential scandal. “it was a love scene between clark and lois in the apartment that just didn’t make the cut, but we shot it.”
“like a hundred times, actually. it took up an entire day by itself, ‘cuz james would try different versions or choreography in how we moved in the apartment.” he added.
user01 we could’ve gotten david corenswet and y/n l/n fucking it out in hd on a big screen but they scrapped it???
“i actually did come in that day ‘cuz we were supposed to do the office scene after, but we ran out of time. so i was in a bald cap all day to watch them make out all day.” nicholas threw his hands up, “i remember walking past the monitor and i was like, good god, kids are gonna be watching this movie.”
“yeah, that’s probably why they cut it.” david hissed.
“y’know what the best part was?” he shot you a mischievous smirk, “megan was invited on set that day.”
user02 omg messy y/n knew what she was doing with that
user03 nicholas hoult certified eyekon confirmed
user04 so megan and jonah at lolla was revenge huh
user05 n/nmei mentioned in a superman interview has healed me in ways i can’t describe my parents are getting back tgt
user06 so the pr team finally gave you the pass huh
the interviewer hummed, eyes in the room falling back on you as the boys chuckled at your reaction. you head fell into your hands as your cheeks flushed, before pushing your hair form your face. “unluckily,” you sighed, “megan is a good friend of mine who happened to be in ohio for an event her and her bandmates were invited to, so i thought i’d invite her onset so she could meet everyone and see what i do at work.”
user07 her calling megan a “good friend” after inviting her onset when only spouses are allowed is crazy work
user08 “good friend” like the afterparty videos don’t exist
user09 come on now you can lie to us but don’t lie to yourself
your “friendship” with megan was a notorious topic amongst eyekonville. the two of you were close, and it wasn’t long before you sparked dating rumours when a particular photo of you being close at a fashion week afterparty in la surfaced.
“i think we traumatized her for life.” david joked, “poor megan was just watching us do the same thing for hours.”
user10 omg guys rmb when megan was ranting about how she wasn’t a jealous person through vm on weverse
user11 so this was what she crashed out about that one time
user12 valid weverse crashout cuz if i had to watch my girl get groped by superman i would want to cut a bitch too
“that’s amazing.” the interviewer giggled, “were the rest of katseye with you guys onset? or was megan a vip guest?”
“well, i could only invite one person onset because of nda signing troubles, but i wish the girls got to come see more.” you explained, “it was just a bad day to be on set. it wasn’t at the usual peak of a superhero movie’s excitement.”
“oh, i think the poor girl got her fill of excitement.”
“you are insufferable.” you rolled your eyes at his unsubtle implications. “she was very professional about it, i’d say she surprised me with how well she was handling it.”
“i remember seeing her glare at me from behind the camera. she did not look very happy about the scene. if looks could kill, nick would’ve been the new superman.” david scoffed, pointing at the latter. the elbow-shove you gave him was such a subtle gesture, nobody seemed to catch it until fans began analyzing this interview online. it was almost a warning, the stiff smile you gave him when he looked at you.
“i’m sure it was a huge culture shock like career-wise for her? was she excited to see the difference between a music video set and like a large scale production like dc, or…?”
“i think she was definitely a little awe-struck at first, but i introduced her to david, nick, james, like so many amazing people who make the production process so incredible for me, and i think it was a good way for her to get to see why i enjoy what i do.” your eyes trail off, lip tucking between your teeth. just the thought of megan’s stoic expression made you want to giggle. she tried concealing her shock, but it was obvious she was stunned by the sight of you dry humping another man for hours. “i think she would’ve love to see another day though. maybe one with more action and less… kissing.”
“well, that’s a nice treat!” the woman chuckled, “i’m actually going to be at their asia showcase, i might have to ask megan about her time onset of superman!”
“oh, yeah?” you grinned, “i’ll see you there then. manon’s best friend, sophie and i are flying for korea together next week.”
user13 the katseye wags going to see their girlfriends together
user14 lois lane casually in the audience for gnarly lmao
user15 guys am i the only one who loves n/nmei’s friendship?
user16 @/user15 i’m gonna hold your hand when i say this…
user17 david’s wife and megan hv to be the strongest soldiers
clip two: [ tiktok ] the infamous ny fashion week afterparty
ny fashion week was an absolute success. the guest list ws perhaps the most expensive, diverse sounding chronicle of names the event’s history had ever seen--musical prodigies, greats in film, etc. being a prominent actress in the industry, it was just another invite you added to hundreds of others.
this one, however, was different. in the sense that megan's girl. group was invited as well, meaning you would actively have to work against holding her or being too friendly when so many lensed eyes were trained on the both of you.
you barely caught a glimpse of her throughout the entire event, only smiling at her when you were getting caught up in a reunion with a designer you had worn to a premiere not long ago. the next time you would see her was at the afterparty.
user01 so whoever posted this deserves to get their ass ate
the video floating across the internet was not a short one, much to your dissent. one of you walking up to katseye whilst they conversed with a costar of yours. you knew manon and drew were good friends, it was a good opportunity to catch up.
whilst you gave each member (and the lovely drew starkey) a brief embrace, you let yours with megan linger.
it wasn’t a brush, like the kind you gave the others, but one she could feel the air get pushed out of her body from. you pulled her in by the waist, a rather familiar gesture, as you gave her a european greeting, cheek brushing against hers as you pecked the air. you whispered something in her ear, laughing when she shoved you away gently before letting you sway back closer to her side, where you stayed for the rest of your evening.
whilst the eight of you spoke, her hand found the small of your back, fingers lightly brushing across the supple skin. you didn't seem alarmed, letting her draw her nails along your curves.
user02 ig this is why they don't allow phones in these things
user03 whoever posted this is getting sued lmao don't you have to sign an nda to get into the afterparty?
user04 and we haven't heard from either of them since
user05 everybody so serious about the leaks while i’m thinking about the hand placement idk who i’m jealous of
another moment from the afterparty had to be when you were leaving. paparazzi littered the entrance like blood cells gushing to a fresh wound. some pictures of the two of you in the foyer, getting ready to head out were leaked off some tabloid's cloud, showing you cradling the hawaiian by her cheeks as you both smiled, clearly in the middle of a sweet moment.
then, katseye came strutting out the carpet to their car. the members scattered between each other, but megan lingered at the back of the group, just a step ahead of you.
it wasn't until after, when you featured in megan's post after fashion week, where you were sitting in their limo across the girls' lap did the internet find out you had left with the group. the picture was deleted from the post shortly after, but not before being seen and saved by tens of thousands of eyekons.
user05 another historical moment in pop culture in one photo
user06 rafe cameron and lois lane being friends with katseye is exactly what i needed to see on my tl today
user07 this after megan's pride month coming out is so funny
user08 two bad bitches at the same damn time
clip three: [ fan photos ] little snippets of megan's things
i. in a weverse live of megan and lara in their hotel room, just before manon joined, megan picked at her phone, the split second of her turning on her phone, her lock screen could be seen. your familiar face appeared, a big smile across your lips in what seemed to be your superman poster photoshoot as lois. above your head read the time, and though the reflection was blurry, fans could generally make out the photo.
ii. in a story sophia posted for megan's birthday, it was a 0.5 photo of the girl in a silly face mask, hair tied into a high pony as she stroke a ridiculous pose. in the background was her bed, some miscellaneous items scattered across the floor, and a ripped piece of paper taped to her wall. a fan recognized it to be the cover you did for elle during a promotional tour of dune: part two, where you and austin did a desert themed shoot. you were chosen for the cover over the man, and thankfully, for megan, you looked like absolute perfection from head to toe.
iii. katseye stylists are the absolute best at what they do. they never make a boring outfit, and definitely never let the girls repeat the same outfits for different concepts. megan, though, always seemed to wear a particular ring, one of your birth stone. the fans tracked down the ring maker, and found out it was actually engraved with, “my chaos, my calm” inside.
iv. the vague hoodie megan always wore on travel days, famously seen in the gnarly behind the scenes video, was seen on you when you filmed a vlog for getting ready for the met. same tear in the elbow and everything.
v. in a behind the scenes video of katseye’s lollapalooza set, there was a large bouquet of flowers sitting in megan’s dressing room backstage when they finished their set. there was an envelope attached to it that the editing team blurred out after, but it was obvious who it was sent from, especially when she posts photos of her posing with it on her instagram later, which you were one of the first to like.
vi. in a solo live megan did, she tried rapping superman by eminem, where the fans poked fun at the lyrics she emphasized with gestures at the screen, a knowing smirk on her face. instead of “i can’t be your superman,” megan seemed insistent on changing the lyrics to “i can be your superman.” funny, considering the superman press tour just wrapped.
vii. when megan was asked at a fansign event in japan about who she would love to work with dead or alive, she said she had a couple “friends” in the industry she’d love to work with. megan has only ever been seen with one actress--you.
viii. on an m&m live, megan mindlessly began tracing the back of manon’s hand in the middle of the live. it wasn’t until after did fans notice the apparent figure of your initial being carved into the older’s hand under the hawaiin’s finger. it was too distinct to be mistaken as something else, even though half the fandom insists it’s just a coincidence.
clip four: [ weverse ] the deleted first and last m&m live
“no, lolla was fun. i came out the bathroom and got to see my friends...” megan trailed off, letting her eyes wander towards manon trying not to crack. the two shared a split second of eye contact, before they bursted into a fit of hysteric giggles.
user01 oh come on we can’t be delusional abt all of it
user02 “friends” like we didn’t see the cuddling pictures
user03 imagine being in katseye to tryna crack daniela but sophia’s just whipping megan and manon for not following pr procedures so you know there’s levels to this shit
user04 they’re just mocking us for believing the pr lies atp
“i’m so hungry right now. it feels like i haven’t eaten good in like a week.” megan said mindlessly, scrolling through her phone. manon narrowed her gaze, judging the hawaiian from the corner of her eye. she smiled down at whatever was on her phone screen, and the eldest couldn’t bite her tongue in time.
“oh, you ain’t hungry, girl, you thirsty.” manon corrected, the comment earning a wide-eyed glare from the younger.
user05 ha go manon you clocked her tea so bad
user06 deer in headlights looking ahh expression megan
user07 do you guys miss being around the others?
“i mean, yeah, it sucks not being able to join them for things, but it’s also like a welcomed change of scenery.” manon explained, “we’re together so much of the time, it’s nice to have a little moment of quiet once in a while.”
“yeah, it gives me time to call and talk to my other friends.”
user08 “other friends” we know you texting lois lane hoe
user09 they know they’re job is secured with the way they keep pissing their pr team off lmao
user10 megan have you watched wednesday s2 yet???
“oh, is the new season out?” manon asked, scrolling through the comment section. intrigued, megan raised an eyebrow at the older’s response, leaning forward to read as well.
“oh, wednesday?” she managed to choke out, her lips pursing suspiciously immediately after. “yeah, i finished it yesterday.”
user11 it came out yesterday afternoon megan how
user12 she really said let me support my wife’s shows rq
user13 love how megan’s the enid to y/n’s wednesday irl
user14 real cuz if my girlfriend turned into a black alpha werewolf daddy onscreen i would binge it in a day too
user15 and the n/nmma vs mein/n agenda is alive yet again
“y’know, sophia and yoonchae made me watch the first season with them last week. and honestly, it was better than i thought it was.” manon began, receiving a brief side-eye from megan. “i don’t know, i kinda like the acting. it was like… good chemistry, y’know. like good back and forths.” the older gestured with her hands, but the moment she turned to glance at the hawaiian, she bursted out laughing at the expression she was met with. “stop, babe, you look constipated!”
“shut up!” megan whined, moving offscreen when she couldn’t contain the smile. “what are you even talking about?”
user16 wow just the thought of her got megan smiling fr
user17 it's ok guys i'd be flustered too if i dated an addams
"i don't know, guys, if i was a day of the week, it would definitely be wednesday--" manon pursed her lips, trying to contain her laughter before blowing all the air from her cheeks in one puff. she knew just where to poke. "i just love wednesday, like, it speaks to me. don’t you agree, megan?”
megan doesn't engage, but the way her smile drew tighter and her eyes fell down to her phone. “mhm.”
user18 one confirmation away from getting our own enid x wednesday irl
clip five: [ netflix korea ] exploring seoul’s favourite gen z trends w y/n l/n and emma myers | wednesday s2
see, now, if it had been anybody else, megan would have looked at the two of you and went, “look at my girl with her costar, how cute!” but this was emma myers we were talking about, the same costar you had a serious crush on during the filming of season 1, before you had even met the hawaiian.
eventually, you had gotten over the juvenile admiration for her, and you were closer than ever, much to megan’s dismay.
you were transparent with her about your past feelings for the fellow actress when season two’s script finally fell in your hands, assuring her it was nothing more than forced proximity that had you so entrapped with her.
megan never gave it another thought, but something began gnawing away at her internally when production rolled around, and the two of you were together practically every moment of the day. considering you were the main character and emma played enid, it only made sense for the writers to give the fans exactly what they ask for--building further on the romantically-charged passion between wednesday and enid.
it was one particular interview that sparked some interesting controversy online--and in your girlfriend’s group as well.
you were sitting closer and closer to emma at the table with each little gift being brought out for you. you would grab her hand as you spoke or let it fall to her lap out of an anxiety-induced habit, but it read as more to the viewers.
user01 the way they’re literally wenclair reversed in real life
user02 n/nmma is more canon than wenclair wtaf
user03 she can’t keep her hands off emma fr like ain’t nobody tryna steal ur girl damn
user04 i hope the megan thing isn’t true cuz i need n/nmma
when it came to the part where the two of you were taken to an arcade, you were desperately trying to win a goofy-looking toy emma said she wanted. it was almost like the host herself was third wheeling, despite being the one directing you.
“no, do the pink unicorn. it’s a very enid one.” emma lightly patted your shoulder from behind. you had your eyes fixed on said plush, hands working the mechanisms. practically glued to your back, the actress beamed from ear to ear as her hands rested against your hair, before they slid down just too low.
“no!” you whined, watching the unicorn fall from the claw. you heard emma and the host giggled at your failed attempt.
“it’s okay, we can try another machine.” emma suggested, but you inserted another coin the producer handed you.
“no, we’re getting you that unicorn.” you insisted, eyes narrowed in on the toy the brunette had so casually shown an interest in. you felt her hand snake its way under your arm, hooking hers into yours. the host gives the camera a knowing grin from behind the both of you, as if she weren’t there at all. “i’m not leaving until you get what you want.”
“come on, you’re being ridiculous. i didn’t even mean that.”
user05 emma is blushinggggg ya’ll i can’t help but ship
user06 megan crying in her room over this somewhere rn
user07 ik megan hates to see emma coming lmao
after a couple more failed tries, you managed to snag the unicorn by its ear and drag it across the machine, the two behind you squealed as it finally dropped. you reached down, pulling it out before handing it to your costar.
she gave you a hug, beaming from ear to ear. the smile she flashed you was almost worth the trouble. you mirrored her joy. “i can’t believe you actually did that.”
“i told you i would.” you assured, before the two of you were guided towards a photobooth setup.
as if the flirtatious atmosphere hadn’t been enough at the claw machines, the photobooth was an entire other nightmare. the theee of you stood inside, posing. the first photo, the three of you smiled normally, in the second, emma stepped down, hand pawing at your thigh as you made a face. in the third, you hooked an arm around her shoulders, sticking your tongue out as your costar pouted, a finger at the edge of her lips.
in the m&m live from the last clip, somewhere down the road of the media was a distinct moment hinting at a certain thing.
“spirit animal?” manon read out, looking back at megan, who already had an eyebrow raised, like she knew the older was about to say something unhinged just to stir the pot. “well, if you all must know, i love pink fluffy unicorns.”
megan’s eyes immediately widened, side-eyeing the phone before her lips quirked into a cheeky smile.
user08 they really see everything on the internet omg
user09 methinks n/nmma vs mein/n is an inside joke atp
user10 i just know y/n is a hot topic in the katseye household
user11 okay so y/n in a katseye music video when??
except, Megan with the 1998 Sony camera. she takes pictures of girls around college (ESPECIALLY READER). they thought Megan likes taking vintage pictures. Megan laughs it off on the outside. but on the inside, when she's all alone, she's jorking it
basically focusing on her jorking it
1998 Sony Nightvision!
- fem! reader.
✧ ˚ · — g!p!megan skiendiel — · ˚ ✧
-> ❝ megan is obsessed with her old 1998 sony camera, secretly photographs girls around campus, especially you. everyone thinks she’s just into vintage aesthetics but alone in her room, she scrolls through the pics and jerks off to them. ❞
megan’s got this old 1998 sony camera she bought off a guy on facebook marketplace for forty bucks.
it’s bulky, silver, scratched to hell, screen cracked in one corner, but the lens still works and it takes these grainy, slightly oversaturated photos that look like they’re from a time capsule.
she carries it everywhere on campus, slung around her neck like a tourist, or dangling from her wrist when she’s biking between buildings.
people think it’s cute. aesthetic.
‘vintage vibes,’ they say. ‘you’re so artsy, megan.’
she lets them think that.
she takes pictures of girls. a lot of girls.
candid shots mostly. girls laughing in the quad, girls walking to class with iced coffee, girls stretching before dance practice, girls sitting on the grass with textbooks open they’re not reading.
she zooms in on small things.
the way a skirt rides up a thigh when someone sits down, the curve of a neck when hair gets tucked behind an ear, the flash of skin when a crop top lifts during a hug. she frames them perfectly, deletes the blurry ones, keeps the rest in a locked album titled ‘misc.’
but it’s not about the photos.
it’s about you.
you’re in almost every roll.
you walking across the courtyard with your headphones in, head bobbing slightly to whatever song is playing.
you sitting on the steps outside the library, skirt bunched up just enough to show the top of your thigh. you laughing at something your friend said, head thrown back, throat exposed. you bending over to pick up a pen you dropped, ass curved perfectly in those jeans you always wear.
you stretching after class, arms above your head, tank top riding up to show a strip of stomach. you chewing on a straw while you read, lips pursed around it like you’re sucking something else.
she gets home after a long day, locks her dorm door, drops her bag, kicks off her shoes, and collapses onto her bed. phone out. album open. she scrolls slow.
your face fills the screen.
she zooms in on the last one she took today; you leaning against a wall outside the lecture hall, one foot propped up, skirt riding up just enough to show the edge of your thigh highs.
she stares at that skin for too long.
her breathing changes. hand slips under her waistband.
she’s already half hard just from looking.
she pulls her sweats down to mid thigh, cock springing free, thick and flushed. she wraps her hand around the base, strokes once, slow, eyes glued to your photo.
she imagines what it would feel like to push that skirt up, to press you against the same wall, to slide into you while you’re still holding your notebook like nothing’s happening.
she whimpers.
low, pathetic, barely audible. her thumb swipes over the head, spreading pre-cum. she scrolls to the next photo; you laughing, mouth open, tongue visible for a split second.
she groans and strokes faster.
“fuck… you’re so pretty,” she mutters to the empty room. “so fucking pretty.”
she keeps scrolling. another one; you bending over in the library, ass curved, skirt tight.
she squeezes harder, hips bucking into her fist. her free hand grabs your pillow, presses it to her face, inhales the faint scent of your shampoo that’s still on it from the last time you slept over. ( she never washed it )
she moans into the fabric, muffled.
“need you… please… i love you…—ugh fuck…”
she’s jerking faster now, slick sounds filling the room, hips lifting off the bed.
she scrolls back to the thigh highs photo, stares at that exposed skin, imagines pushing between your legs, spreading you open, sliding in slow while you gasp her name.
she comes hard—sudden, messy, cum spilling over her knuckles, dripping onto her stomach, a few weak spurts landing on the screen of her phone.
she gasps, body jerking, high pitched whimpers slipping out as she rides it out. her hand slows, milking the last drops, until she’s oversensitive and shaking.
she lies there panting, cum cooling on her skin, phone still open on your photo. the screen times out, goes black.
she stares at the ceiling for a long time.
then locks the album again, and pulls the covers over herself.
the old camera became her ‘way-to-go’ toy. since she’s been taking pictures of you for months now.
megan’s room is dark except for the glow from her phone screen. the rest of the dorm is dead quiet. she’s lying on her stomach, legs kicking slowly behind her, chin on the pillow, phone propped up on her folded arms.
she’s scrolling reddit again. the same subreddit she’s been obsessed with for two weeks now.
r/camerashacks
someone posted a thread titled:
“PSA: the sony 1998 nightshot mode + dark filter method ( for educational purposes. )”
megan clicked on it immediately.
the post has photos. proof. people testing it in real life. turning the old night shot mode on during the day, slapping a black filter over the lens, and suddenly you can see right through thin clothes.
its not perfect, not hd porn, but enough. shadows of nipples, outline of underwear, the faint suggestion of skin under fabric.
the comments are full of people losing their minds.
“tested on my gf’s tank top n you can see EVERYTHING”
“bro this is insane i can see my roommate’s bra through her shirt rn”
“this is so wrong but i’m not deleting the pics”
megan read every single comment. twice.
then she looked at her desk.
the 1998 sony camera is sitting there charging. silver body scratched to shit, lens cap dangling from the wrist strap.
she picks it up.
her thumb hovers over the power button.
she powers it on.
the little lcd screen flickers to life. she goes into the menu, finds nightshot mode, turns it on. then she digs in her drawer for the dark filter she bought.
she tapes it over the lens with black electrical.
she stands up.
walks to the door.
opens it quietly.
your room is two doors down. she walks barefoot, heart slamming so loud she’s sure someone will hear it.
your door is unlocked—you never lock it.
she pushes it open maybe two inches. just enough to aim the camera through the gap.
you’re asleep on your stomach. thin tank top. no bra. tiny sleep shorts. the hallway light is off but your desk lamp is on low, warm orange glow spilling across your back, lighting up the side of your body perfectly.
megan raises the camera.
she presses the shutter.
click.
the screen shows the photo instantly.
and there they are.
your nipples. dark, hard little peaks clearly visible through the thin white cotton. the shape of your breasts pressed against the mattress.
the curve of your ass in those shorts. the faint line of your spine. everything.
she stares at the photo for so long her eyes start to burn.
she takes another one. slightly different angle.
click.
and another.
click.
her breathing is shallow. she can feel herself getting hard just looking at the screen.
she backs out slowly. closes your door without a sound.
she walks back to her room on shaky legs.
megan locks her door again, double checks the deadbolt even though no one ever comes in unannounced.
her heart is still racing from the hallway, from standing outside your door with the camera raised like some creep.
she sits on the edge of her bed, legs shaky, phone clutched in one hand, the sony cybershot resting on her thigh like it’s burning her.
she opens the gallery.
the first photo loads; you asleep on your stomach, tank top thin, breasts pressed against the mattress.
the nightshot and dark filter did its job.
your nipples are clearly visible—dark little peaks showing through the fabric, the faint outline of your areolas, even the slight puffiness from how full they are.
she stares.
her thumb hovers over the zoom. she taps. the image enlarges. she can see the tiny texture of the cotton clinging to your skin, the way one nipple is slightly more prominent than the other. she imagines putting her mouth there.
warm, wet, sucking until milk beads at the tip, until you wake up moaning her name, arching into her face.
her cock is already throbbing again.
she shoves her sweats down to her knees, wraps her hand around the base, strokes once slow. a bead of pre-cum wells up immediately. she swipes it with her thumb, spreads it down the shaft, then starts jerking—eyes locked on your nipple in the photo.
“fuck…” she whispers to the empty room. “wanna suck them so bad… wanna taste you…”
she strokes faster, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, thumb rubbing the sensitive underside of the head. her breathing turns ragged, little whimpers slipping out every few pumps.
she scrolls to the next photo. she zooms in again, stares at the perfect little circle, imagines flicking it with her tongue, sucking until it’s swollen and sensitive, until you grab her hair and push her face deeper.
“please… wanna put my mouth on you…” she mumbles, voice cracking. her hips lift off the bed, fucking into her fist. “wanna make you feel good… —i wanna drink it all…”
she’s jerking hard now, slick sounds loud in the quiet room. pre-cum drips over her knuckles, runs down her shaft.
she switches to the photo of your ass in the shorts—curved perfectly, fabric clinging to the shape.
she imagines flipping you over, spreading your legs, pushing inside while your tits bounce.
“fuck—fuck—y/n—” she chokes out, hips bucking. “gonna cum… gonna cum thinking about you and—and your tits…”
she scrolls back to the nipple close-up one last time. stares. strokes faster. her balls tighten, thighs shake.
she comes with a muffled whimper. white ropes shoot across her stomach, some hitting her shirt, some landing on the phone screen again.
her hips jerk with every pulse, cock twitching in her hand as she milks the last drops.
she collapses back, panting, cum cooling on her skin, phone still open on your photo.
she stares at the ceiling for a long time.
then she wipes her hand on her shirt, locks the album again, and pulls the covers over herself.
when you first met megan and yoonchae, your katseye biases, at a fansign in seoul, they both seemed to be deeply intrigued by you— and being the flustered fangirl you were, you decided to fuel the intrigue. little did you know, you’d end up causing a riot between the once peaceful girlgroup.
katseye. vampire lovers.
CHAPTERS.
chapter one. ✶ that one cute girl at the fansign.
chapter two. ✶ hands off, yoonchae.
chapter three. ✶ take my number.
chapter four. ✶ there’s already rumors?!
chapter five. ✶ i recognize that bun anywhere.
chapter six. ✶ your first kiss?
chapter seven. ✶ i can do better than her.
chapter eight. ✶ put those paws up, yoonchae!
chapter nine. ✶ fighting on camera?
chapter ten. ✶ surely meiyok can’t win your heart!
an— more chapters to be added. twt profiles will be up soon. this series has a lot of writing. taglist open; @meiyokstarr @bitchesbrokenpromises @lararajjs @yourdecayedfaith (4/60.)
ⓘ megan skiendiel is a pro at getting on your nerves ( hence why she's currently blocked everywhere ) but also 10 x more persistent than you ever could've imagined. ✉️ ── ꒰ f!reader. fluff. coarse language ꒱ AN : inspired by @bannerwoman please come back
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from ur gorgeous sexy smart funny gf 🙏
yn... yn, yn, yn,
my sweet, beautiful, caring angel, my perfect specimen of a girl, maybe (just maybe) would you consider doing me the ever so generous favour of unblocking my number? i swear i was only fucking around—pinky promise i won't do it again 🤞
i never realized how boring it is without you to annoy, and i'm about two minutes away from starting to talk to myself. also, riddle me this. when i open insta, it says, "sorry this page isn't available." that's just a glitch, right? right?
best,
your favorite person in the whole wide world
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<𝘆𝗻𝗹𝗻@𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗲𝘆𝗲.𝗰𝗼𝗺>
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1. on the company email is crazy 😂
2. you already talk to yourself. who are we kidding
3. no, that's not a glitch!
sending love,
yn
𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 [𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛]
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you peer out the window, watching as this so called christopher steps out of his toyota corolla, a bag of chipotle in hand.
chipotle as a peace offering? that's more like it.
there's two knocks and you swing the door open, extremely curious as to what he meant by all that. "are you the one who lives here?" he confirms, glancing down at his phone.
"yeah?" you nod, partially confused, and also looking down at the massive essay he has displayed.
christopher holds up the paper bag, bursting at its seams with what seems like two bowls and extra chips on the side, but doesn't let go when you take it—leaving you in a standoff and what might be the number one weirdest experience of your life.
then, he draws in a huge, shaky breath, lifting his phone. "this is from megan...sky...endol..." with a quick wince, he continues. "surprise, it's me! you're a lot pettier than i thought, so hopefully all the food does the trick."
you're barely holding your laugh as christopher continues reciting megan's message like someone reading a scribe to a king. "—i've wronged you and i'm really sorry for that. therefore, i, megan, pledge that—"
right as this poor guy places his hand over his heart as if he's actually swearing allegiance, you hear manon's laugh from behind you and you know it's over. she's doubled over in laughter, trying to hide behind the doorframe and stay quiet so she doesn't embarrass him further. "did megan do this?" she whispers, shoulders shaking.
you nod as christopher continues, more into it than before, like he just remembered how much he'd gotten tipped. "i will never ragebait you again and i'll do anything you want."
he clears his throat and scrolls while manon is crouched on the floor, masking her laugh as a cough. "in conclusion, i ask of you—no, i beg you—from the depths of my heart and with everything in me, to..." he pauses for effect, then bursts out, "UNBLOCK ME, PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU, I'M SORRY."
he stops and lowers his phone and you swear manon's never laughed harder in all her twenty something years of living. "she uh...she said to yell that part as loud as i can," christopher says, putting his phone back into his pocket.
"dude, i'm so sorry she made you do that," you console, finally taking the bag as manon butts in with a, "but you did sooo good! you should take up acting."
he laughs, starting to walk back to his car. "thanks, i mean, she tipped me two hundred which is more than enough motivation," he shrugs, "so you must be pretty cool or she's insane. but enjoy the extra guac!"
the corolla peels away and you slowly close the door. manon is starfished on the ground, gasping out a "man, i fucking love megan."
you look down at the warm bag in your hands. on the receipt, scribbled in sharpie where the name should be, it just says: "I LOVE YOU ALSO EXTRA CHIPS :)"
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My heart is beating… but my mother’s is slowly stopping in Gaza 🚨
Right now, a pacemaker inside her chest the only thing keeping her alive is failing.
Its battery is running out, and in Gaza, there is no second chance.
This is not just a request… this is a fight for her life.
Every second brings her closer to losing her heartbeat forever.
She survived war, fear, and hunger…
but now her life depends on a failing device.
Please don’t scroll.
Reblog, share, help before her heart stops.
