Hi, how are you? What do you think about Megan x 7th member reader, where reader feels jealous at Lollapalooza because they start pairing her girlfriend with someone else at a party, so reader reminds her who her girlfriend is and maybe it ends up in something else??(Sorry, I made a mistake in the previous request, English is not my first language) :)))
Selfish
Megan Skiendel x fem!7th member!reader
Synopsis: You attend the after party after lollapalooza—Megan—was dancing you see your girlfriend dancing way too close to another person, causing you to get jealous and she has to prove to you that she’s yours
Warning: jealous reader, top!megan, fingering (reader receiving), possessive reader, slight arguing, lesbian sex
I tried my absolute best with this one, i hope you like it. This is also a former apology for my last megan fanfic.
Also im not the greatest at writing smut so im sorry
You perched in a hammock, laying underneath the moonlight, letting it nurture your aching bones. You were at a house party your friend had thrown for the celebration of Katseye’s first major festival. You had gotten on that stage and gave it your all.
Leaving your bones smarting, whimpering and crying. You promised Megan a dance but you were out of it. You had been on your feet all week, in the past week you had gotten at least 6 hours of sleep.
You told Megan to dance with Lara until you felt a bit better. She—disappointed—nodded and gave you a kiss before walking off to another group of her friends.
You were fine. Perfect. Amazing. Talking with a few friends.
Until you saw them. Too close. Megan was dancing with a man—of all people, a man? His hands were shaking as they wrapped around her waist, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
You could feel their bodies falling into rhythm as they rocked to the music, his crotch thrusting against her ass. You were too maddened to see how she would inch away from him whenever he got too close—which was often.
You had to put a stop to that shit, no fucking way. You climbed out the hammock, ignoring your friends asking what was going on, you just pushed through the crowds.
Not stopping until you were close enough to observe.
A man was dancing with your girlfriend, off beat. With his arm was wrapped around her waist, his beard stubble rubbing against her neck.
You walked closer, scooting between the two, redirecting his hands from Megan’s waist to yours. “You wanna touch someone? Touch me.” You said over the loud sound of 360 by Charil xcx bumping so loud you could feel the ground shake.
He gulped, retracing his hands and stepping back.
You spun on your heel to face him. Ignoring Megan’s fingers digging into your arm, her nails penetrating your skin, the burning sensation highlighted as her grip tightened.
“Don’t be upset, come on.” She whinged.
You shrugged her off, continuing to press the man.
“Look, I didn’t know—I mean, I know you two are—listen, I—I’m sorry.” He stammered, adjusting his now skin-tight tank top. You smiled charmingly, surrendering, waving your hands in the air.
“There’s nooo problem, friend. Just don’t touch what’s mine. Okay? This woman—Megan Skiendiel is mine.” You asserted, a light chuckle came out of your mouth.
He nodded, backing off in the crowd.
Your smile grew as you spun on your heel, facing the pink haired woman. She stood there with an annoyed expression, hand on hip.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I’m not doing this with you right here, come on.” She grabbed your wrist, pulling you through the crowd of your friends and other members. They all turned to look at you two in confusion, “Yo, you two alright?” Lara queried.
“Fine.” You two spat out in anger, synchronized.
She pulled you through the sliding screen door and into a quiet room within the mansion. She slammed the door behind you two.
You stood with your arms crossed, your eyebrows furrowed.
Your breath slightly hitched as you anticipated her to speak. “Why do you have to act like that?“
“Why would you let-let him touch you?
“You—you saw! You saw how I pushed him back everytime he got too close.” She stammered, slightly raising her voice. Her fist balling up, her jawline clenching.
You mimicked her, “You weren’t even supposed to be dancing with him, I said to dance with Lara!”
She sighed, blinking away her frustration. Her anger being replaced with a way softer emotion, her eyes softened and her body relaxed as if being washed over by a wave of calm.
“We’re arguing over nothing. That man? Absolutely nothing, you’re my girlfriend, he’s nothing to me.”
“So don’t be upset, okay?” She quietly murmured, stepping closer to you, her hands gripping your arms, holding you like you were crystal glass. Her eyes cutting into you like a blade.
You nodded, biting your lip. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to the air. You melted completely, like ice cream in a warmed atmosphere. You always did, she was just so good at talking that talk.
“I love you.” She whispered back, leaning her forehead against yours.
Your lips met. Hers were cold and soft as yours were warm and chapped. Your hands found their way to the small of her back, your bodies pressing against each other.
“Don’t be jealous.” She murmured against your lips as she peppered soft, gentle kisses against your lips, adagio with her movements, kissing down your neck.
“Can’t help it, I’m selfish.” You breathe out, tightening your grip around her waist
She chuckled, her hand falling into your pants, toying with your drenching clothed clit, a moan slipping from your tight pressed lips.
“I’m yours, alright? Don’t be jealous.” She pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her free hand coming to lightly grip your neck.
“Fuck,” you grunted, throwing your head back. Her fingers were brisk and gentle, applying slight pressure against your clit as she massaged it, causing moans to slip out of your mouth.
Her lips continued to press against your skin, and her fingers slipped into your underwear, meeting your slick, warm cunt.
“You feel so good.” She swooned as her fingers dipped into your hole, her thumb reaching up to rub against your clit as she thrusted back and forth into your hole.
You shuddered, moaning. Your body practically crumbling into Megan’s arms from pleasure. “You’re doing so good, baby.“ She cood, kissing your forehead.
Her finger gently pressed—massaging your g-spot. You threw your head back, a moan slipping from your lips. “Right-right there.” You urged, your hand creeping into her hair.
“That’s it? Right here?” She asked, you nodded profusely, tightly gripping her hair. Her fingers continued to massage against your g-spot, your walls tightening around her fingers as your orgasm approached.
“I’m c-close, fuck, God.” You stammered, “Megan, Megan.” You chanted, whining loudly. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. Let it go.” With that, your body shook with an intense, heart stopping, breathe halting, orgasm. She continued to rub your clit through your orgasm, your legs squeezing tightly around her arm.
“You okay?” She asked, pulling her arm from between your legs. You nodded breathlessly, crumbling into her arms. She chuckled, wrapping her arms around you.
“I’m even more tired now.” You uttered. Earning a light chuckle.
