summary. your beautiful girlfriend Megan can get a little too nerdy sometimes, so, getting distracted by a pokรฉmon wrapper while youโre fucking? you shouldnโt be surprised
content. g!p megan, girlfriends, p in v, smut
saeza notes: drop this draft while I finish writing chapter 2โฆ.
"You're so tight today, princess."
Megan's voice comes out broken between the moans escaping her mouth as she fucks you on all fours on the bed. Her hands grip your hips tightly, fingers sinking into your skin, the rhythm she's setting is hard, constant, filling you like only she knows how. Your face is buried in the pillow, the sheets wrinkled under your fingers, and you can only whimper her name while she pounds you from behind, the heat of her chest sticking to your back with each thrust. "Oh god, I thought about this during all my classes."
You can't answer. You don't even want to. You just arch your back more, offering her more, asking her without words not to stop, to break you. She moans against your neck, one hand moves up to your hair, pulls gently, and her rhythm speeds up.
But then Megan gets distracted.
She sees on her nightstand the Pokรฉmon package she ordered from Amazon last week. Her mom had received it and without telling her, left it in her room. So without hesitating, she reaches for it.
You feel it before you see it. Her thrusts become slower, more uncoordinated, as if her head has gone somewhere else. One of her hands lets go of your hip and something changes in the air, a strange silence that wasn't there before. You keep moaning, because her body doesn't know how to stop, but now softer. You hear her move, stretch to the side, and then you hear the sound of paper.
"Tired already, puppy?" you say, your voice broken by moans, but with that mocking tone you use when you want to annoy her. You turn your head over your shoulder to look at her.
Megan has the Pokรฉmon package in her hands. Silver envelope, with the store's seal. She's opening it with trembling fingers, her eyes shining behind her glasses and her brow furrowed with pleasure, her cock still inside you moving slowly.
"Megan, what the fuck are you doing?"
She doesn't hear you. Not because she wants to ignore you, but because she's in her own world. She takes the card out of the envelope with a delicacy she didn't have when she was fucking you two seconds ago. She turns it over. Looks at it. Her eyes go wide.
"No way." Her voice is a whisper. "No way, no way, no way."
She grabs your hip with her free hand, the same strength as before. She shows you the card with her other hand, holding it like it's made of glass, her fingers trembling. "It's the alternate art Gengar VMAX. The one that goes for like... 300 dollars, babe. Three hundred dollars!" Her voice is a high-pitched squeal, almost childish, euphoria running through her entire body.
And without realizing it, she starts thrusting into you again. But harder. Much harder, because of the euphoria she's feeling.
"SEE?! SEE?!" she shouts, while slamming her hips against the bed. The rhythm is violent now, unrestrained, each thrust deeper than the last. "This is amazing, I've been looking for this for months!"
You can't speak. The moans get stuck in your throat. You grab the pillow with both hands, press it against your face to keep from screaming, while she fucks you like she just won the lottery and you're the prize.
"C-congratulations..." you manage to say, but the word cuts off in a cry when she thrusts at just the right angle, the one that blurs your vision.
"thank you, princess," she continues, not stopping, the card still in one hand like it's a relic, the other on your hip leaving finger marks. "God, you're my good luck charm. We're going to have to fuck every time I open one."
Her euphoria is contagious, but also overwhelming. The rhythm she's setting is unbearable, faster and faster, harder and harder, and you feel your body start to tense, feel that moment approaching that she knows better than you do. You moan her name, over and over, until you finally break against the bed, the orgasm running through you while she keeps thrusting, being the happiest nerd in the world.
When she's done, when her body falls onto your back and you breathe together, sticky, trembling, Megan still has the card in her hand. She holds it up to the lamp light, looks at it from the side, turns it over, looks at it again. She has a smile so big it looks like it might split her face.
You turn around with effort, your legs trembling, your whole body marked. You look at her. She's absorbed, completely gone, her fingers stroking the edge of the card like it's the most precious thing she has in life.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, without looking up, genuinely confused. Like there's nothing strange about what just happened. Like opening a Pokรฉmon package in the middle of sex is the most normal thing in the world.
You look at her for a while longer, in disbelief.
Megan lowers the card for a second, looks at you, and lets out a nervous laugh. She runs the hand that was on your hip over her own cock, still wet, still hard, and strokes it slowly while her eyes don't leave yours.
"what? You want another round, princess?"