on camera for her fans. ♡
“is you into that?
let’s break the internet.”
contains: camgirl mei, fucking on live, g!p mei, blowjob (mei receiving), exhibition kink, voyeurism, masturbation, p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, pup!reader, leash usage, missionary, backshots, implications of high sex, humiliation kink, creampie, throatpie, reader’s first time giving a blowjob, sex with clothes on, 7th member reader, puppy play, dom megan, sub!brat reader
synopsis: megan decides to livestream her sex with you after getting high as hell, blissfully careless of what trouble she’d get in.
authors note: i’ll make this pretty later.. m too tired rn
megan smiles as she takes her phone out, pressing the live button on a random streaming site she finds. her hand rests on your tummy— she can see you pouting from the corner of her eye. it only makes her chuckle. “patience, puppy.” megan raises her phone, letting the viewers see her face. “i have a feeling some of you are gonna recognize me, hmm?” she hums, smiling at the thought of the eyekons getting off on watching her fuck you.
user1: MEGAN??
user2: bro no way💀
user3: missy finna cook her ass for this bro😭
user4: wdf yall talkin bout who is this bih??
“shhhh..” megan shushes, her eyes fluttering shut as she furrows her eyebrows. “enough about missy. i have.. a surprise.” she murmurs. her eyes open and she looks down at you. “come say hi.” she commands softly, tugging at your leash.
user5: watch it’s gonna be y/n bro😭
user6: this chick is hot bro. 👀
“good girl..” megan murmurs, watching as you press your head against her chest. “such a good puppy.” she points the camera towards you, smiling. she doesn’t care about what the chat says anymore. she leans in, whispering in your ear. “touch yourself. i want them to see.”
your face flushes red with humiliation. you pout slightly— but megan gives you that look. the one that reads ‘don’t make me punish you.’ before reaching a hand into your skirt, you stick your tongue out at megan— a small bleh sound escaping your lips. megan doesn’t get angry, she just watches as you begin to touch yourself— the small bulge forming on the skirt from your hand appears and disappears.
megan can feel her dick throbbing through her jeans. she can see the bulge straining against the denim fabric as she looks down. “mhm, such a tease… getting me all worked up like this.” megan murmurs, biting her lip as she focuses the camera on her bulge.
you whine, your thighs press together and you tremble. tears prick at the corner of your eyes. megan lays her finger under your chin, making you look up at her. your orgasm crashes over you— a whimper escapes your lips. the mattress is soaked. missy’ll definitely fucking kill you and megan. you swallow at the thought.
“hey. i need help, puppy.” megan gestures to the damp patch on her jeans, biting her lip as she lightly grips it. you nod. your hands find the buckle on megan’s belt, you slowly undid the metal that latches onto the rest of the leather.
you pull the leather out of the belt loop. then, your hands find the button of her jeans, you undo it, just for megan’s straining cock through her underwear to pop out— giving you a view of the soaked panties she wears. you unzip the golden line that’s just below the button you undid.
you hook a finger into her panties, watching as her cock springs out and presses against her stomach. you swallow nervously. the head of her length is a bright pink— almost straining red. the line through her tip is leaking with precum. you can’t help but stare. megan smiles, threading her fingers through your hair. “too much staring, not enough sucking, puppy.”
you understand her implication— inhaling sharply before leaning down to press your lips against the head of her length. “mmnn… that’s it.” megan breathes out, a soft moan escaping her lips as you begin to kitten lick up and down her cock. “c’mon, pup. you can take it all in, right?” she murmurs. “i—i think so..” you reply nervously.
“i’ll try.” you decide, leaning down. first, you take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. megan groans, her head lolling back, but never putting down the phone she streams you with. you inch down lower, but gag about four inches in as the head presses against your throat.
megan furrows her eyebrows in concern, petting your hair. “shhshh, it’s okay pup. open up your throat okay? mmm, just like that, you’re doing so good.” she praises, pointing the camera down as she watches you suck her off. your cheeks hollow as you attempt to take in the full 8 inches, the curve in megan’s cock perfectly pressing against the side of your mouth.
megan moans loudly as you take her in and out. “fuck.. baby, you feel so fucking good..” her hips jerk, pushing her cock further inside of you. “ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum… take it.. take it all, puppy!” megan inhales sharply, pushing your head down as she cums.
you moan as the hot, thick liquid sprays against your throat. you swallow it all, savoring the sweet and salty taste. as megan lets go of your head, you sit up, wiping your mouth. megan sets her phone up onto the nightstand beside you, leaning in to kiss you.
“there. this way, they can still see me fucking you, and i can hold onto your waist, hm?” you nod, glancing at the phone for a moment before looking back up at her. she smiles for a moment before sliding a hand up your thigh. she looks up at you for a sign of consent. you nod again.
she hooks a finger into your panties, pulling them down and smirking at the wetness pooling in the fabric. “so wet, just from making me cum, hm?” you pout at her teasing— she chuckles softly. she spreads your legs a bit, settling between your thighs and lightly pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance. she slowly pushes forward, inching closer towards you.
your legs wrap around her waist, socks brushing against her skin as her shirt slightly rides up. she rests all the way inside of you— waiting for a moment before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you whimper softly, your arms wrapping around her neck— a silent plea for her to come closer. immediately, megan understands, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. the pace of her thrusts get faster.
you whimper, pressing your face against her shoulder. your hands tightly grip the fabric of her shirt, you can feel yourself getting closer. then, megan asks you a question that makes your heart pound;
“c—can i cum inside you?”
her voice is barely above a whisper. you don’t have much time to decide— as you can already feel her cock pulsing inside of you. “y—yes, please..” you choke out, your fingers clawing at her back through the fabric of her shirt. megan moans loudly, her hand coming up to grip the headboard. with one final thrust— she cums inside of you.
a shaky whimper escapes you, your eyes fluttering shut as you panted heavily. “was that okay?” megan asks curiously. unable to form a response, you nod. she tugs at your leash. “c’mon puppy.” you groan. “yes, it was fine.” you say harshly. you know it was more than just fine— for fuck’s sake, you just got filled with megan’s cum, but you were too tired to have any patience with her.
megan raises an eyebrow before sighing. “alright, lay on your tummy, pup.” you groan in annoyance, but comply, laying on your stomach. megan adjusts your legs to where your ass is in the air— she smiles as she stares at the plush skin— her hand coming down to slap it. you yelp, turning your head to look back at her.
she smirks down at you, settling behind you and pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance once more. you gasp as megan shoves herself into you so suddenly— your hands grasp at the thin fabric of the pillowcase. megan begins her relentless pounding— a stark contrast to the way she was loving you just before this.
the denim of her jeans rubs against your thighs— almost numbing the skin— a small chafe on the skin of your ass— making it red. megan grinds her hips forward, rubbing the spongey spot deep inside you. you gasp again— moans muffled by the pillow. your saliva drips onto the soft surface, soaking the once dry plush.
megan takes the phone off of her nightstand— letting the livestream see you from a different angle. the screen blurred as megan thrusted into you, her perpetual thrusting making the bed creak. suddenly— just before megan could cum inside of you..
bzzt… bzzt… bzzt…
the phone buzzes. megan pauses, reading the name on top of her screen. “missy (do NOT answer.)” megan swallows, slowly pressing the answer call button. “y—yes, mis—“ the voice on the other end is sharp— angry. “megan. what the hell are you doing right now.” megan glances down at you. “u—um. taxes..?” missy scoffs in disbelief. “megan, meet me in my office. now.” missy hangs up before megan can say anything.
sighing heavily, she turns off her phone, then, she sets a brutal pace as she thrusts into you, causing you to moan out in shock, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. she groans loudly, finally cumming inside of you and coating your walls with hot, sticky seed. she looks down at your broken, tired form, a smile plays on her lips. “I’m sorry, baby. i—i wanna.. hold you.. but.. i’m in big trouble. i have to go. maybe when i come back?” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck; trailing kisses all the way up to your forehead. “i’ll be back.” she says softly.
“i promise.”