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ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ: ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ sʜᴀᴍᴇʟᴇssʟʏ sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ— 👀
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs, ᴜɴғɪʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ғʀᴇᴀᴋʏᴍᴇɢᴀɴ, ᴄᴜʀsᴇs, ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ɢ!ᴘ, sᴏᴘʜɪᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs— ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
Megan has always been teasing you—it’s practically her sport, and you’re her favorite victim. As your girlfriend, she knows exactly which buttons to press, and she doesn’t hesitate to press them, hard. Her jokes aren’t just rough, they’re downright shameless, slipping into dirty territory that makes you want the ground to swallow you whole. And the worst part? She does it with an audience—Lara, Daniela, Manon, Sophia, even Yoonchae.
One bold comment, one wicked grin, and suddenly you’re red as a tomato while everyone else is cracking up. Megan just leans back, smug and satisfied, like she’s won some invisible game… and honestly? Yes.
Which, honestly, annoys you. It’s bad enough that all the Kats know you melt under Megan, but when she gets bold, she makes sure everyone knows exactly how far under you are. Most of the time, she’s timid, a little scared of you even—but give her a spark of confidence, and she turns into the cockiest person alive. She’ll lean back with that smug grin and throw out lines like, “You should’ve heard her last night—screaming my name so loud the neighbors probably know by now,” or “She gets so desperate when I go down on her, it’s the cutest thing.” And the worst one? “Face it, nobody fucks her better than I do.” By the time she’s done, you’re sitting there mortified, cheeks blazing, while the girls are gasping, laughing, and egging her on. Megan just smirks at you, proud, like she’s claiming a trophy—you.
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Once you and Megan finally got some alone time, you decided to punish her the only way you could—you ignored her completely. No eye contact, no words, just pure sulky silence. She, of course, acted like you’d just declared war. Immediately, she latched onto your arm, whining, tugging at your sleeve like a toddler in a toy store. “Babe, come on, it was just a joke!” she pleaded, clinging tighter as you shrugged her off. You kept walking, arms crossed, doing your best impression of someone who’s deeply betrayed.
“But it’s all true!” she blurted, and that only made you pick up your pace, stomping down the hallway like you were in a soap opera. Behind you, Megan followed dramatically, her footsteps quick, her voice dragging out an exaggerated, “I’m soooorryyy…”
You glanced back only once, and there she was—full performance mode—pouty lips, big puppy eyes, practically dragging her feet for effect. She looked like a kicked puppy who’d been grounded, which would’ve been funny if you weren’t still mortified.
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You didn’t just ignore Megan in the hallway—you kept it going all the way into rehearsal. And of course, the Kats noticed. They always notice.
It didn’t take long before they pounced. Manon and Lara were the first to start, grinning ear to ear as they whispered loud enough for Megan to hear. “Wow, Megan’s such an underdog to y/n, huh?” Lara teased, and Daniela laughed so hard she nearly dropped her water bottle. Sophia, naturally, took it to another level. Every time Megan messed up a simple step—just one tiny slip—Sophia would clap dramatically and sing-song, “Aww, someone’s distracted ’cause their girlfriend’s mad at them!” Megan’s face would turn red as she shot her a glare, but that only made everyone laugh harder.
Manon was practically on the floor, wheezing at every little thing, while Yoonchae… well, Yoonchae didn’t even bother. She stuck by your side, focused on the choreography like nothing else mattered. She didn’t care about Megan’s sulking war—she was too busy actually doing her job.
Meanwhile, Megan kept sneaking looks at you, desperate for a reaction, while the whole room seemed to gang up on her. And you? You just kept cool, acting like she wasn’t even there—which somehow made it even funnier for everyone.
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Finally, rehearsal wrapped up. It was late, everyone was sweaty, drained, and ready to collapse—but somehow not too exhausted to keep teasing Megan. Every little glance, every whisper, someone just had to remind her how whipped she looked trailing after you.
At the studio, you ended up chatting with Yoonchae, who seemed to be the only one not invested in Megan’s humiliation… until she suddenly smirked and pointed behind you. “Uh, she’s following you again,” Yoonchae said flatly, like she was pointing out a stray dog.
You turned, already rolling your eyes, only to see Megan standing there like the world’s guiltiest puppy—hands fiddling, lips pouting, practically wagging an invisible tail. With an exasperated sigh, you finally faced her, irritation written all over your face.
“What do you want?” you asked, voice sharp.
Megan’s expression softened instantly, and she stepped closer with those big, pleading eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry, please?” she said, her tone sweet and desperate. “I know it was wrong, but I just… I can’t help it. You’re so good, I just had to brag a little.”
Her voice wavered between guilt and mischief, like she was both apologizing and low-key reminding you of exactly what she’d bragged about.
You turned back to Yoonchae for backup, only to realize she was gone—slipped away without a trace, leaving you stranded with Megan. Great. When you looked back, Megan was still there, staring at you with those pitiful puppy eyes that made her look like she was about to whine if you ignored her again. You sighed, defeated.
“Okay… explain yourself,” you told her flatly.
That was all the permission she needed. Suddenly, Megan lit up, words tumbling out of her mouth faster than you could stop them.
“Baby, I swear, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…” she started.
You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes. Uh-huh, here it comes.
“…I just can’t help it. You’re so good at riding me, I lose my mind every single time.”
Your jaw dropped instantly, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Megan!” you hissed, glancing around as if the walls themselves were listening.
But she kept going, relentless. “The way your hips move—fuck, it’s like you were made for it.”
You smacked your palm over your face, groaning. “Oh my god, shut up—”
“And your moans? You scream so loud I’m shocked the whole building hasn’t complained by now.”
At that, you physically turned your back to her, face burning. “You’re unbelievable.”
But Megan wasn’t done. She leaned in, voice lower, smug. “You make me come so hard I can’t even stand afterwards, and you don’t stop—you keep going until I’m crying for mercy.”
Your head snapped back toward her, eyes wide. “MEGAN! What the actual—” you whisper-yelled, utterly scandalized, but your body betrayed you with goosebumps just at the memory.
She smirked wider, seeing the crack in your armor. “How the hell am I supposed to pretend you’re not the best I’ve ever had?” You threw your hands up. “Because you don’t need to announce it like a fucking press release!”
And then, the final blow. “I just needed them all to know that I’m not some bottom pushover in bed—that I’ve got the hottest, dirtiest, most insane girlfriend who ruins me every single night. That’s not embarrassing for me, baby, that’s a fucking trophy.”
By the time she finished, you were staring at her with your mouth open, speechless, your face flaming red from equal parts rage and humiliation. You tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a strangled, “I hate you.”
Megan only grinned, stepping closer to peck your lips. “No, you don’t.”
And the worst part? She was right.
Neither of you noticed Sophia walk in—you were too busy arguing, your voice low and furious, Megan’s smug and unrepentant. It wasn’t until the studio door gave a long, traitorous creeeak that you both froze.
Slowly, you turned your heads… and there she was. Sophia. Standing in the doorway, water bottle in hand, eyes wide like she’d just walked in on a car crash.
She blinked once. Twice. Then deadpanned, “…First, I catch Lara and Manon scissoring at six in the morning, and now this?” Your entire soul left your body on the spot. You wanted the earth to split open and swallow you whole. Meanwhile, Megan just leaned back and smirked, proud, like this was proof she’d won some kind of championship. “Well… at least someone finally heard me brag,” she said, lips curling with satisfaction.
Sophia just stood there, dumbfounded, whispering something under her breath about “why do I even bother being the leader…”
And you? You couldn’t even meet her eyes. Guilt ate at you as you muttered, “…I’m so sorry, Sophia.”
Megan, on the other hand, was still grinning like she’d just set the world record for shamelessness.
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After all that chaos—the sulking, the begging, the outrageous confessions, and Sophia catching you mid-argument—you finally caved. Not because Megan’s apology was sweet (it wasn’t), and not because she deserved forgiveness (she didn’t), but simply to shut her up before she humiliated you any further.
With a heavy sigh, you muttered, “Fine. You’re forgiven.”
Megan’s entire face lit up like she’d just won the lottery. She clung to you instantly, peppering you with kisses and cooing, “Thank you, baby, I swear this is the last time!”
But you knew better. Oh, you knew. This wouldn’t be the last time. Not even close.
Because Megan? She thrives on making you squirm. And no matter how much you threaten or sulk, she’s never going to stop bragging about how lucky she is—or how good you are at ruining her.
And deep down, though you’d never admit it out loud… that’s exactly why you keep her around.
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