-first time
megan x fem!reader
sypnosis: megan's first time!
warnings/tags: nsfw content, gp!switch!megan, switch!reader, p in v, creampie
a/n: req is hereee
megan’s hands were shaking. you could see it from across the room. she was sitting on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her glasses slightly askew.
“i’ve never… you know. done this. with anyone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
you walked over and sat next to her, the mattress dipping under your weight. “that’s okay. we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“no, i want to,” she said quickly, almost panicked. “i really, really want to. i’m just… nervous.”
you reached out and took one of her trembling hands in yours. her skin was soft. “hey. look at me. it’s just me.”
she finally looked up, her big eyes wide behind her lenses. a slow breath left her. “just you.”
you leaned in and kissed her, slow and gentle. her lips were hesitant at first, then softened, kissing you back. it was sweet, a little clumsy. you brought your hand up to cradle her jaw, your thumb stroking her cheek.
when you pulled back, her cheeks were flushed pink. “see? not so scary.”
she gave a tiny, shy smile. “can we… keep going?”
you nodded, leaning in to kiss her again. this time, you let your tongue trace the seam of her lips. she opened for you with a soft sound, and the kiss deepened. her hands came up, gripping your shoulders like she was holding on for dear life.
you broke the kiss to trail your lips down her neck. she gasped, her head falling back. “feels good,” she murmured.
“you taste good,” you whispered against her skin.
your hands went to the bottom of her shirt, fingertips brushing the warm skin of her stomach. she flinched for a second, then stilled. “go ahead,” she breathed.
you pulled the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. she wasn’t wearing a bra. her chest was small, her nipples pebbled and tight. you dipped your head and took one into your mouth.
oh god, she moaned, her back arching off the bed. her fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding. you swirled your tongue around the peak, sucking gently. her hips gave a little twitch against your leg.
you switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. her breathing was getting faster, little pants filling the quiet room. you could feel the nervous energy starting to change into something else. something hotter.
you kissed your way back up to her mouth. “can i take these off?” you asked, tugging at the waistband of her jeans.
she nodded, biting her lip. “yeah. you too?”
“of course.” you helped her wriggle out of her sweatpants and underwear, then quickly shed your own clothes. when you were both bare, you let your eyes roam over her.
she was beautiful. and down below, was her cock. it was hard, standing up against her stomach, already leaking a little. she blushed deeply, trying to cover herself with her hands.
“don’t,” you said softly, moving her hands away. “you’re gorgeous.”
“you really think so?” she asked, her voice small.
“i know so.” you laid her back on the bed and knelt between her legs. you wrapped your fingers around her, giving a slow, experimental stroke.
"ah! fuck," she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut. her whole body jolted. oh my god.
you stroked her again, a little firmer this time, watching her face. all that shyness was melting away, replaced by pure, raw sensation. her mouth fell open, her hips pushing up into your touch.
“like that?” you asked.
“yes,” she gasped. “so much. don’t stop.”
you kept up the rhythm, your thumb swiping over the wetness at her tip. she was writhing under you, her hands fisting the sheets.
“wait,” she suddenly said, her voice different. deeper. more sure.
you stopped immediately. “what’s wrong?”
she pushed herself up on her elbows. a new look was in her eyes. hungry. focused. “my turn.”
in one smooth motion, she flipped you over onto your back. you let out a surprised yelp. megan was now straddling your hips, looking down at you. her glasses were still on, but now they made her look intense, not shy.
“you’ve been so good to me,” she purred, her voice a low hum that went straight between your legs. “making me feel so good. now it’s my turn to make you feel good.”
she leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss that was nothing like before. it was demanding, possessive. her tongue plunged into your mouth as her hand slid down your body, over your stomach, and finally between your legs.
you were already wet, and she moaned into your mouth when she felt it. "so wet for me," she whispered against your lips. her fingers parted you, rubbing slow, firm circles over your clit.
you arched up off the bed, a broken cry escaping you. the pressure was perfect. “megan…”
“shhh,” she said. “just feel it.”
she kept up the rhythm, her eyes locked on yours, watching every single one of your reactions. her other hand came up to pinch and roll your nipple, sending sharp bolts of pleasure through you.
“i want to be inside you,” she said, her voice thick with want. “can i? please?”
“yes,” you begged. “god, yes. please.”
she positioned herself at your entrance. the head of her cock pressed against you, hot and insistent. she pushed forward, just an inch, and you both groaned at the feeling.
"fuck, you’re so warm," she breathed, her forehead dropping to yours.
she pushed in another inch, stretching you open. you could feel every millimeter of her. it was a lot, a delicious, burning stretch that made you see stars. you clutched at her back, your nails digging into her skin.
“more,” you pleaded.
she gave it to you, thrusting her hips forward until she was buried to the hilt inside you. you both cried out together. she was so deep, filling you completely.
she stilled for a moment, letting you adjust. “okay?” she asked, her voice strained.
“so okay,” you gasped. “move. please, megan, move.”
she pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. you saw white. "oh my god!"
that was all it took. the switch was flipped. she set a punishing pace, her hips pistoning into you. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
each thrust hit a spot inside you that made your toes curl. pleasure was coiling tight in your belly, ready to snap.
“you feel… unbelievable,” she grunted, her rhythm never faltering. “so fucking tight around me.”
her glasses slipped down her nose. she looked so hot, so in control, fucking you like it was everything she was ever meant to do.
you could feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave about to crash. “i’m close, megan, i’m so close.”
“look at me,” she commanded.
you forced your eyes open. hers were dark, blazing with fire. “come for me,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “now.”
it was the authority in her voice that did it. your orgasm ripped through you, violent and shocking. you screamed her name, your body clamping down around her like a vice.
she fucked you through it, her movements becoming jerky, desperate. “feels too good,” she chanted. “you feel too good.”
with one final, deep thrust, she stilled. a long, broken moan was torn from her throat as she came, pulsing deep inside you. she collapsed on top of you, both of you a sweaty, trembling mess.
for a long time, the only sound was your ragged breathing. she nuzzled into your neck.
“so,” you finally said, your voice hoarse. “never done that before, huh?”
she lifted her head, a sly, utterly confident smile on her lips. “i’m a fast learner.”
her hips gave a tiny, suggestive roll, and you felt her stir inside you, still half-hard. your eyes went wide.
“and i’m not nearly done studying,” she whispered, her voice dropping back into that dominant purr.
