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Hello may I request like a spin off of the movie obsession of G!P reader x Sophia. Where Sophia makes a wish and makes reader be obsessed with her so l they like fuck everywhere
The Willow's Claim
Pairing: G!P Reader x Sophia Laforteza
Warnings: Extremely explicit sexual content (G!P, rough sex, semi-public sex, multiple locations, creampie, oral, anal, possessiveness, light choking/ marking), magical realism/obsession via wish, intense lust bordering on feral need, consensual but overwhelming dynamics, language. Pure filth with atmospheric prose. 18+ only.
The antique shop smelled of dust and forgotten summers. Sophia Laforteza wandered its narrow aisles during a rare free afternoon in the city, fingers trailing over cracked porcelain and yellowed books. A slender branch caught her eye—pale wood, almost glowing, tied with a faded ribbon. The tag read One Wish Willow. Break it. Speak true. Regret nothing.
She laughed under her breath, a soft, self-mocking sound. Her life was choreography, cameras, expectations. What harm in a silly tourist trinket?
At the counter, the old woman’s eyes lingered too long. “Be careful what you wish for, love. Some hungers don’t fade.”
Sophia paid anyway. Outside, under the bruised twilight, she snapped the willow clean in two. The crack echoed like a bone breaking.
“I wish,” she whispered, eyes closing, “that someone would be completely, utterly obsessed with me. The kind that consumes them. The kind they can’t fight.”
The wind shifted. A shiver ran down her spine, hot and electric, settling low in her belly.
Across the street, you felt it hit.
You had known Sophia peripherally—industry events, mutual friends, stolen glances across crowded rooms. She was stunning, yes. Untouchable in that effortless way. But tonight, as your gaze found her on the opposite sidewalk, something primal unlocked inside you.
Your cock hardened instantly, thick and insistent against your thigh, a heavy ache that made your vision tunnel. Every detail sharpened: the way her hair caught the streetlight, the curve of her lips, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was everything. Air. Blood. Reason. Your pulse thundered in your ears, cock leaking steadily into your underwear as obsession flooded your veins like molten steel.
You crossed the street without thought, strides long and purposeful. She turned at the sound of your footsteps, dark eyes meeting yours. Recognition flickered, then widened as she took in your expression—hungry, desperate, reverent.
“You,” you rasped, voice already wrecked.
Sophia’s lips parted. A slow, knowing smile bloomed. The wish had worked. She could feel it in the air between you, thick as smoke. “Me.”
You didn’t ask permission. You took. Your hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and raw need. She melted against you, moaning softly into your mouth, her body fitting perfectly as if carved for this moment. Your free hand gripped her ass, grinding your massive erection against her stomach. She gasped at the size, feeling the heat even through fabric.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Already?”
“Always.” The word tore from you like a confession. “I need you. Now.”
The alley behind the shop was narrow, shadowed, smelling of rain and concrete. You pressed her against the brick wall, mouth devouring hers while your hands shoved her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was already soaked, folds glistening. The sight made your cock twitch violently.
You dropped to your knees, hiking one of her legs over your shoulder, and buried your face between her thighs. Your tongue licked broad stripes up her slit, savoring the sweet-tart taste of her arousal. Sophia’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, fingers tangling in your hair as you sucked her clit hard, two thick fingers plunging deep into her cunt.
“Oh god—yes, just like that—” Her hips bucked against your face, riding your tongue. You curled your fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside her until her thighs trembled. She came fast and hard, flooding your mouth with slick, crying out into the night.
You stood, freeing your cock in one motion. It sprang out, heavy, veined, the thick head flushed dark and dripping. Sophia’s eyes glazed over with lust. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking reverently. “So fucking big…”
You lifted her, pinning her to the wall, and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her walls stretched around you, hot and fluttering, gripping like a vice. You fucked her relentlessly—deep, punishing thrusts that slammed her back against the bricks. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely. Her tits bounced free from her top; you latched onto a nipple, biting and sucking while your hips pistoned.
“Mine,” you growled against her skin. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she moaned, nails raking your back. “Fill me up—please—”
You did. With a guttural groan you buried yourself deep and came, thick ropes of cum painting her insides. It leaked out around your cock as you kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing it deeper. Sophia shattered again, pussy clenching rhythmically, milking every drop.
But it wasn’t enough. The obsession burned hotter.
You barely made it to the car.
In the backseat, tinted windows hiding you from the street, she rode you reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced perfectly on your cock, cheeks rippling with every drop. You gripped her hips, guiding her faster, thumb circling her tight asshole. She reached back, spreading herself for you.
“Want this too?” you asked, voice dark.
“Everything.” She leaned forward, presenting both holes. You pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed the fat head against her ass. Slow at first—inch by thick inch—until you were buried balls-deep in her tight heat. Sophia whimpered, pleasure-pain mixing beautifully. You fucked her ass with long strokes, one hand rubbing her clit, the other wrapped lightly around her throat.
She came screaming your name, ass pulsing around you. You followed, flooding her guts with cum.
Her apartment door had barely closed before you had her bent over the kitchen island. Skirt around her waist, top discarded. You ate her ass messily—tongue fucking into the cum-slick hole while three fingers stretched her pussy. She pushed back greedily, begging for more.
Then you stood and took her again, cock slamming into her cunt from behind. The counter creaked under the force. You reached around, pinching her nipples, biting her shoulder hard enough to bruise. “Can’t stop. Need you full of me. Leaking me for days.”
“Yes—fuck, breed me—” The dirty words from her perfect mouth sent you spiraling. You came again, so much cum it gushed out when you pulled free, running down her thighs in creamy rivulets.
You carried her to the bedroom, but the bed was only one stop. Against the window overlooking the glittering city, you fucked her standing, her breasts pressed to the cool glass. Anyone looking up might have seen her silhouette writhing in ecstasy. You didn’t care. The world could watch you claim her.
In the shower, water cascading over sweat-slick bodies, she dropped to her knees and took you down her throat. You fucked her face gently at first, then harder, balls slapping her chin as she gagged and drooled. Tears of pleasure streaked her cheeks. You pulled out and painted her face and tits with cum before rinsing her clean and bending her over to take her ass again under the spray.
Hours blurred. The obsession didn’t let you rest. You woke her in the middle of the night with your mouth on her pussy, licking slow and worshipful until she came awake moaning. Then you slid into her from behind, spooning, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit while the other held her close. Slow, deep grinds that built until you both shattered.
By morning, the sheets were ruined, her body marked with hickeys, bite prints, and the sticky evidence of your repeated claims. Sophia traced a finger through the cum still leaking from her well-fucked holes, bringing it to her lips with a satisfied hum.
“You’re really obsessed, huh?” she teased, voice husky.
You pulled her on top of you, cock sliding back into her cum-soaked pussy with ease. “You wished for this. Now you’re stuck with me. Every day. Every night. Every fucking surface.”
She rolled her hips, riding you slow and sensual, eyes locked on yours. “Good. I wanted consumed. I wanted this.”
The wish had twisted something inside you into pure, unrelenting hunger. But Sophia met it with equal fire—kissing you deeply as she ground down, taking every inch. Your hands roamed her body like you were memorizing it for eternity. You flipped her onto her back, legs over your shoulders, folding her in half to pound her into the mattress. The headboard slammed rhythmically. Her screams echoed.
You came together, her walls fluttering wildly as you pumped her full once more.
They say wishes have consequences. In this case, the consequence was bliss.
You took her everywhere that week—elevator, rooftop again under the stars, the back row of a near-empty theater during a late screening (her hand over your mouth to stifle your groans as she jerked you off then straddled you). In the studio after hours, bent over the mixing board while the city lights blinked below.
The obsession never faded. It evolved—into something deeper, rawer. You worshipped her in every way: tongue, fingers, cock, words whispered against sweat-slick skin. Sophia bloomed under it, powerful and adored, her wish granting her the kind of devotion most only dream of.
And when the high quieted into something steady, it remained. You were hers. Completely. Irrevocably.
The willow had delivered exactly what she asked for.
Can we get your honest opinion about the whole Manon hiatus and how it’s affecting the group
For me, Manon's hiatus isn't definitely because she's sick or struggling with mental health or smth, I genuinely just think she needs a breather or the most reasonable statement I could think why she's on a hiatus rn is def that she's mistreated
With Manon's hiatus going on, I think fans are getting too paranoid and they just want someone to blame that's why there's freaking ot5 stans even freaking ot3 bro like wth
And this paranoia of Manon coming back is the reason why there are so many people (haters) are feeding us stuff that we don't want to see and paint is as the truth or even saying "allegedly" to make it seem like they're saying the truth
I blame hybexgeffen, because they are egging people about this issue, they're purposefully selling an image of katseye— an incomplete image of katseye, that we don't want. And they know they aren't going to be blamed because they aren't the ones on cameras, as long as the girls are on the camera they will be blamed because they are the only ones who people see
If people actually sees what hxg is doing, I hope people will shift their blame from the girls to the company because the girls have done nothing to deserve this kind of hate at all
SWIMˎˊ˗ "so hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim"
Lifeguard! Megan x fuckboy g!p reader
Warnings: groping, praise kink, breast sucking, fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, porn with plot, etc
Author's note: mhmjmgjgm I love Megan meiyok skiendiel. This took longer than what I expected since I tried to not end it abruptly but I hope y'all enjoy it
Everyone in town knows you.
Everyone and their fathers that may have slammed the door on you or either their mothers who may have opened the door for you.
Especially the girls who have opened their legs for you.
Unfortunately for Megan, she just had to hear her friend's experience with you.
"Oh my fucking god, she's so big, Megan" Adela exclaimed, eyes wide, her hands showing Megan how big you are.
"You're exaggerating, Y/n can't be that big" Megan rolls her eyes, the strap of her lifeguard uniform slapping her pale skin, hugging her body tight. "And she can't be that good"
"Y/n fucked half the town, including some mothers, if Y/n doesn't know how to use her cock then those women won't be jumping on her" Adela chimed, putting on her lanyard with the whistle. "I wouldn't have jumped her!"
"Yeah, yeah" Megan sighed, walking towards the post near the shore begrudgingly.
"You're just mad I got some dick and you didn't" Adela grumbled, rolling her eyes as she leans on the post.
"Adela!" Megan squealed, shushing the latter, looking around to see if anyone heard and just her luck, there came you.
You with your stupid sports bra on, oversized basketball shirt, wearing that cock smile, as you wink at a girl.
"Oh my god, here she comes!" Adela squeaked, her hand coming up to fix her hair, slapping Megan's foot, she asks, "Do I look good? My hair isn't that bad right?"
Before Megan could answer, you've already reached them with that stupid smirk. "Hi ladies"
"Hey" Adela said shyly, twirling her hair with her fingers, smiling bashfully at you. "I had a good time last night"
"Me too" you replied, your gaze then landing to Megan above you, sitting on the post. "Hi, pretty"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Y/n" Megan scoffs, looking away from you, instead paying attention to the people at the beach. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're in duty"
"Megan!" Adela shouts at her in a whisper, slapping her feet again, and then smiles at you, "don't listen to her, we're free"
"She's free, I'm not" Megan cuts Adela off before shouting at some kids who were causing ruckus.
"You're cute" your eyes never leaving Megan, studying her like she's some kind of unknown.
"For someone who fucked half the town, I expected you to come up with some new compliments by then" Megan says sarcastically, wincing when Adela slapped her yet again.
"Sorry, what's your name?" you chuckled, changing the topic fast, your eyes wandering to her body, the bodysuit hugging the curves just right.
"You don't know your own classmate?" Megan deadpans, hastily climbing down the post to face you. "I need to go, unlike you, I actually have some stuff to do instead of fucking around. Adela c'mon"
Adela looks at you with a contemplated gaze before she begrudgingly follows Megan to another post.
"Fuck— I need to know her name"
—
When a door closes, another opens.
The universe definitely loves you because your first period for the day is with her.
"Hi, I believe we've met but you still haven't told me your name" you beamed at Megan, smiling charmingly as you swiftly sat at the seat next to her.
Megan grimaces, looking at you up and down, before looking away from you as she grumbles.
"Okay" you sighed, your jaw clenching before taking a deep breath to recollect yourself.
Just then, another person passed by her and said, "Hey Megan."
How lucky can you be?
You tried to hide your smile, you definitely did— but the girl beside you who scooted away from you definitely felt it.
"Well it's nice to meet you Megan"
—
"Need a ride?" You asked Megan who was walking on the sidewalk, while you drive your car slowly on the road, not minding the car honking behind you.
"No!" Megan shouts, annoyed and embarrassed as she tries going faster but you still follow.
"Are you sure, pretty?" You smirked, the car still honking behind you. "I just don't want you to be late for your work, Megan"
Megan groans, trying to cover her face from the embarrassment that the car behind you is still honking making it known to everyone that the Y/n L/n is waiting for her to get in her car.
"Fine" Megan grumbles, getting in your car and slamming it close forcefully.
"Be gentle" you gasped, the honking finally stopping once you drive away in a reasonable pace.
"Sure" Megan rolls her eyes, holding her bag tightly.
Megan takes a look around your car, it was neat— not something she'd expect from you— especially from you.
Then her gaze landed on you, you were surprisingly quiet, your eyes still on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheeling and her gaze starts wandering all over you.
The way your hair falls perfectly into place, your adams apple, prominent, and your biceps almost tearing the sleeves of your cotton t-shirt, veins all over your arms tracing to your hands, finally her eyes land on your pants just before she could stop herself.
She licked her lips, heat pooling in her stomach as she looked at the noticeable tent on your pants. Her gaze going darker and darker and—
"We're here, pretty" she looks away quickly before you could turn and look at her.
"Yeah thanks, bye" Megan quickly tries to open the door hoping to get out quickly instead she hears another click and she's locked inside the car with you.
"Y/n?" Megan slowly turns to look at you, her cheeks flushed pink, "open the door?"
"Is that a proper way to say thank you?" You teased, leaning closer to her figure while she tries to move away.
"Okay— thank you Y/n, can you open the door?" Megan chuckles nervously, heart pounding in her chest.
Your gaze turns darker, looking at her intently, head cocking to the side.
"Please?" Megan squeaked, and finally you laughed, your eyes looking brighter as your hand reaching out to the side to unlock the door.
"Good girl" is what Megan heard before coming out and running away to the locker room.
Her hand lands on her chest, her chest heaving, heat pooling throughout her body.
"Fuck"
—
Megan expected her day to go smooth sailing, nothing every really happens at the beach besides kids running around and some teenage boys she knows from college doing God knows what.
What she didn't expect was a crowd hovering above you while your friend tried to do cpr on you.
Megan quickly got to her feet, kneeling beside you, basically pushing your friend out of her way.
"It's been 5 minutes, I don't think cpr will help" your friend said quickly, their voice filled with panic.
Megan leaned down, her fingers finding their way just right where your ear meets your jaw, her fingers trailing to your chin to position your head up, allowing you to breathe, her face nearing yours— until it wasn't.
Her palm meets your cheek striking it red, your eyes immediately flying open while your hand shoots up to cradle the stinging skin.
"What the fuck?"
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
A collective gasp ripples through the crowd.
Megan doesn't even blink.
Instead she stares down at you for a moment, her expression unreadable before she lets out a short breath and shakes her head.
"Yeah," she mutters. "That's what I thought."
You freeze.
"...What?"
"You heard me."
Your friend looks between the two of you, completely lost. "Wait, what?"
Megan rises to her feet, brushing the sand from her legs before turning toward the crowd gathered around the scene.
"Alright, show's over."
The crowd slowly disperses, disappointed murmurs following them as they return to whatever they were doing before the supposed emergency.
Only once the last few stragglers leave does Megan turn her attention back to you.
There's no concern on her face.
No relief.
Just annoyance.
"Stop fucking around, Y/N."
You immediately sit up straighter.
"I wasn't—"
"This is my job," Megan cuts in, gesturing toward the lifeguard tower. "And I'd be glad if you didn't cause a ruckus just to get my attention, y'know."
Your friend slowly turns to look at you.
Silence.
A horrible silence.
"...Y/N."
"No."
"You faked drowning?"
"I did not fake drowning."
Megan scoffs, fingers threading through her hair, "You were underwater for, like, fifteen seconds."
"I could've drowned in fifteen seconds."
"You came up twice to check if I was looking." Your mouth falls open, your mind failing to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Your friend gasps.
Megan points at you.
"The second time you literally fixed your hair."
"I was disoriented."
"You were posing."
"I was not posing."
"You pushed your hair back."
"It was in my face!"
"And then you looked directly at my tower."
Your friend looks moments away from dragging you back into the ocean themselves. "Oh my God."
"You don't understand—"
"No, I understand perfectly," Megan says. "You thought it'd be a good idea to fake an emergency."
"It wasn't an emergency."
"Exactly."
The shock and embarrassment on your face were then replaced by a smug smile, you leaned back, supporting your weight by planting your hands on the sand while you grinned at Megan.
"So you knew?"
"Immediately."
"Then why did you run over here?"
Megan opened her mouth.
Paused.
Then rolled her eyes but you caught the way she nervously shuffled, her arms crossing as if she's trying to cover herself.
"Because if I didn't run over here and it somehow turned out you were actually dying, I'd never hear the end of it."
Your friend nodded.
"Fair."
You pouted.
"So you slapped me because you knew I was faking?"
"Partly."
"Partly?"
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Megan's mouth.
"Mostly because I wanted to."
Just a tiny bit— the smallest bit, Megan thought your pout was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen.
—
Saturday.
Megan finally spends the day on the beach as a visitor rather than a worker. She finally wore the swimsuit she bought that she'd been saving, wore her hair up in a bun and even brought her favorite cap.
She hoped this day would be relaxing, instead it was irritating, because you were there— yet again.
Fortunately, you were already leaving— unfortunately, you were already leaving— with another girl stuck by your side like you weren't just trying to hit her up these past few days.
Anger bubbled up inside her, why would she be angry though?
"I'm just gonna go to the restroom, okay?" Megan quickly says to her friends before leaving abruptly to follow your trail.
She sees you approach your friends to ask for your bag, the girl still sickeningly clingy by your side, talking your ears off while you just nod, offering her a tight-lipped smile.
Finally, the girl leaves you alone with a wink and last brush of your arm and Megan cheers internally while trying to hide a laugh when she sees you gag when the girl turns her back.
She follows you until you finally reach the bathroom stalls, she quickly takes a hold of your hand, turning you around to face her. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze lands on your build and on your sickeningly charming face.
"Hi, pretty"
'Fuck you' was all she could think of.
"Who was that?" She tries to say nonchalantly, trying to seem like she doesn't care— which she really doesn't, she looks away, crossing her arms, and cleared her throat.
"Who are you talking about?" cocking your head to the side in confusion, hair draping on your face perfectly, your gaze wandering on her figure, the golden fabric of her two-piece glinting beneath the sunlight. "I like your swimsuit."
Megan blushes but quickly went into her senses, her gaze turning dark as she stabs her finger on your chest, "what's your problem?"
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about" you take a step back, your hands up in the air.
"Fuck you, Y/n! You act like you want me and then a pretty girl just throws herself in front of you, suddenly you don't want me anymore" Megan shouts, pushing you away, backing you up till your back meets the wall near the end of bathroom stalls as your bag pitifully falls on the ground. "Fine, I'm easy— okay? So what? who wouldn't be when you give all your attention to me?"
Your eyes soften when you see her eyes well up with tears, her lips trembling both in anger and sadness, "Megan—" you coo, removing her cap to see her more clearly.
"Stop that" Megan chokes out, looking away, her arms crossing again in an attempt to shield her vulnerability. "This is so stupid— I shouldn't have—"
Before she could finish her sentence, you cut her off with a shush, your finger coming up to her lips as you pull her closer by the waist, your gaze tender, cupping her jaw. "Tell me"
Her breath hitches. She swallows hard, her breathing turning heavy as your hold on her tightens. "Let go of me, Y/n"
"No" you said sternly, your voice cold, pulling her even closer to you, her arms awkwardly draping to her sides. "Not until you tell me what you want"
And the whole world stills.
Megan looks at you really looks at you, her eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips and in one swift motion her arms drape around your shoulders, tiptoeing to smash her lips to yours.
The kiss tasted like salt and want as her nails dig onto your nape, lips smacking intensely against each other.
Your mouth opens slightly and she took this chance to slide in her tongue, immediately roaming the cavity of your mouth and you reciprocate.
She pulls you to the stall near you, her hands wandering on your figure and before the both of you could fully enter the stall you pull away.
Megan looks at you— almost mad, "Y/n?"
You hurriedly went to fetch your bag and her cap that's miserable on the floor as if its waiting for someone else to take it before you enter the stall again, locking the door behind you, then hanging your bag on the hook.
You wrap your arms around Megan, smiling sheepishly, "sorry pretty, can't leave my things unattended, right?" you answered before kissing her again.
Megan laughs in the kiss, her hands cupping your jaw as the kiss turns sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing with want while you pull each other impossibly closer.
Your hands wander to her ass, groaning into her mouth as you squeeze the soft flesh, your cock swelling in your shorts even more when you hear her moans.
You break the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both, you look at her tenderly, admiring her flushed state, her lips swollen, hazy eyes, her chest heaving up and down. You trace her lips with your thumb, "so— so pretty, my love"
And you dove right into her neck, peppering kisses anywhere you could, whispering sweet little nothings as you nip and suck at her skin,
Megan trembles in your hold, her hands tugging at your hair while her hips grind in desperation, her eyes closed, gasping for air, "baby— fuck"
"Yeah?" you hum, your lips trailing to the tattoo right behind her ear, placing your thigh between her legs, guiding her hips as you grope the soft flesh of her ass. "What do you want, pretty?"
You pulled away, looking directly at her pretty brown eyes pleading.
"Touch me— please, Y/n" Megan gasps when she feels you grind her harder on your thigh, "Please baby— need you"
You grabbed her thighs, carrying her then pinning her onto the wall, your lips finding hers in a fervent kiss.
Your hand travels to her heat, cupping her clothed cunt and she moans in your mouth, you pull away from the kiss, you peck her lips before looking down, your thumb tracing circles on her clothed clit as she moans softly.
"Don't tease" Megan whines, her forehead dropping on yours, nose brushing against each other, her breath hot. "I need you baby"
You obey, pushing her panties to the side your rub your fingers against her slit, "so wet— all for me, pretty?"
Megan hums, quickly nodding her head as her eyes closes at the feeling of your fingers entering inside her pussy. "Fuck" she mewls, her breath shaky.
You leaned down, kiss the moles on her neck reverently as you push your fingers inside and out of her slowly. "That's it— you're taking me so well, Megan"
"Y/n" she moans, her head thrown aback, her hips stuttering as she rides your fingers. "Baby please!"
You suck on her skin harder, pulling away to lick the red spot you've caused as you drilled your fingers inside her cunt faster, curling at that spot that makes her see stars.
Megan gasps, her eyes rolled back as her stomach tightens, her walls clamping on your fingers and her toes curls in pleasure, and just before she could cum, you pulled your fingers out. "No— Y/n— I was so close"
You coo, kissing her softly, pulling away just a little bit to pull your shorts down revealing your hardened cock, your shorts falling on the floor. "I'm sorry my love— I'll make it up to you"
You kissed her deeply as you guide your cock between her folds, sliding it, your tip getting caught in her entrance every time, her essence covering your appendage.
"Please— I need you so bad— put it in, baby" she cries, her body shaking in desperate for release. "I need you please"
"So good for me" you exhaled, eyes rolling as you slowly enter her heat. "So tight, baby— feels like you were made for me, hmm?"
"Fuck!" Megan shouts, her mouth opens wide as you bottom out inside her, she bites her lips to suppress her moans as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer.
You stay inside her for a bit— not moving, letting her feel the way your cock stretches her, how it throbs inside of her. You leaned down, your hand quickly pushing her bra up before returning on her thighs to support her weight.
You admired her supple breast, mouth parting as you gaze at her stiff pink buds. You dove down, sucking her nipple harshly as you draw your hips out slowly before plunging your cock inside her again drawing out a long, breathy moan out of her.
"Oh my god— you're so fucking big, baby" Megan draws out a laugh, laughing in ecstasy, she purposefully clamps down on your cock, smiling as she does so.
"You feel so perfect" she breathes out, pushing your head deeper to her chest, her gaze tender as she caresses your hair. She places her lips on your hairline, kissing the sweat off your forehead as she grinds on your cock.
"You're perfect" you pant, your pace going faster, your lips smashing against hers to a heated make out before leaning down to pay attention to her other breast. "My perfect girl"
"Yours" she moaned out, the sound of your skin smacking against each other ringing out in the bathroom stall. "I'm yours"
You pull away from her breasts, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent as you fuck your cock into her cunt in deliberately, making sure you hit her g-spot.
"You're taking me so well, pretty" you pull away from her neck, you look at her directly, fixing your hold on her with one hand to tenderly cup her jaw, giving her your full attention. "My only one"
Megan whimpers, her forehead on yours as she looks deeply to your eyes, her release nearing, her nails digging onto your skin, "really?"
"I love you, baby" you whisper, kissing her softly, your pace going slow but your thrust harsher, your balls tightening, your cock throbbing inside her as she clamps down on your cock. "Only you"
"I'm gonna cum—" Megan croaks out, feverishly jumping down on your cock as she sucks your tongue, panting "Fuck— I love you too"
"So much— FUCK!" she gasps as her eyes roll to the back of her head, head thrown aback, her body going limp as she cums on your cock, her chest heaving up and down, walls clamping down on your cock like a vice as she keeps on cumming. "So good, baby— so fucking good"
"Let it all out, pretty— my good girl" you groaned, slowly pushing your cock in and out of her pussy slowly to ride out her high, her essence dripping out of her heat onto your cock, dripping down to your thighs.
"Baby" she mewls, feeling your cock throb inside her, her gaze hazy as she looks at you.
"You treat me so fucking good—" she kisses the corner of your lips before peppering kisses all over your face, her hips slightly grinding down on your cock in a slow motion, clamping down your cock. "Yours"
"Mine" you groaned, basking in her attention as you bounce her up and down on your cock, your release nearing, "My golden girl— feels like you were made for me"
You thrust your inside her harshly as you drop her down onto your and she gasps, drool seeping on her lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breath shaking as she feels her stomach tighten again, her pussy dripping of her essence.
"Yes— yes— yes" Megan mewls over and over again, pulling you impossibly closer, her nails digging on your shoulder her thighs trembling, her senses on overdrive as she feels you deliciously drive your cock inside her over and over again, hitting and stretching her out all in the right spots. "Oh my fucking god, baby— your cock feels so fucking good"
"I'm gonna cum— I'm gonna cum on your fucking cock again" Megan gasps, her eyes closed shut as you thrust inside her deep, "cum with me— cum in me"
You pant, your vision blurring before blacking out as you plunge your cock deep inside her, burying your load deep. "My girl— so good for me"
Megan's mouth open to a silent moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she cums on your cock for the second time.
You blink, thrusting your cock inside of her in slow, small movements, your breath hitching as you draw out your cock, your cum dripping out of her cunt in rivulets, splashing on the tile below.
You slowly lower Megan, your arms wrapping around her waist as you pepper her face with kisses, your fingers tracing circles on her back to bring down her high. "That's it pretty— you with me, Megan?'
You kiss her brow, then her nose, chuckling when you see her smile.
"You're not going to ignore me after this, right?" She looks up at you, her fingers threading to your hair, leaning her body on you.
"I won't— I'm yours Megan" you bent down, kissing her with every ounce of passion and devotion. "I'm yours, baby"
You pull away, your hands gentle as you fix her bra, your hands reaching out to your bag, grabbing the tissue on the side pocket.
Megan hums as you clean her up, kissing you occasionally, "You're serious about me, right?"
You finish cleaning her up, placing her panties back, you look at her— really look at her.
Her eyes pleads and her lips tremble, her hold on you tightens, "I am— I really am, Megan"
You take a hold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. "I want you"
"Okay" Megan breathes out, kissing you deeply before she begrudgingly pulls away. "I need to go, my friends are probably looking for me"
"Okay" you kiss her lips one last time, "Love you"
Megan hesitantly unlocks the door of the stall; she peeks at you from the crack of the door she hesitates to close.
"I'll text you later, pretty" you chuckle and it finally eases her nerves, she opens the door a bit to reach out for your hand to pull you in for another kiss.
"Okay" she pulls away, smiling shyly. "I love you Y/n"
You brush your nose against hers, your hand reaching to the cap on the hook, gently placing it on her head, "I love you too— make sure you have an excuse for the hickeys on your neck for your friends by the way"
"Y/n!" Megan shouts, yet her lips curl as she hears you laugh, "God—"
"You need to go pretty— trust when I text you later, I'll still be yours" you boop her nose, smiling as she scrunches it adorably, her whisker dimples showing.
"You better be" Megan looks at you sternly, finally closing the door.
As she walks her way back to her friends she fixes her hair, tying it up to a neat bun like it was before, cursing under her breath when she remembers you've marked her.
"What happened to you?" Lara shrieks, her hands fumbling around her. "Girl— you got devoured!"
"Megan put a shirt on!" Adela scrambles, throwing her a shirt while Emily just cackles.
