pairing. ot5 (obvi not yoonchae) x fem! reader. content. wlw , anal , g!p kats for some (obvi straight p.rn for those) , degradation , use of toys .
author’s note. this is a celebration post! i had achieved 1K of followers a few days ago, i have this account for only two months now, so, for me, it means a lot! i’ve received a lot of supportive and sweet words from some of you, even with my terrible grammar mistakes so thank y’all so so so so much! <3
DANIELA;
there’s two things you know for sure about your best friend dani! one: she’s completely straight. two? one drink in and she’s more eager to eat you out than any of your exes. “it’s okay, we’re just friends, and i’m drunk! so it’s not like we’re lesbians or something.”
dani loves morning sex, grinding her own wet pussy against yours, feel you close, kiss your lips… but when you’re both still so drowsy and lazy to move, nothing’s better that the toy dani bought < 3! “you’re so wet baby… you were dreaming about me too? i was dreaming about you.”
“just the tip, i promise. c’mon, baby, please, don’t you love me, hm? don’t you wanna make me happy? just the tip, it won’t even hurt…” g!p dani can be so, so convincing sometimes.
MEGAN;
mei loveeees to suck on your tits and tease you with her tongue < \ 3 “hmmm, you like that, baby? i bet you’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you?”
when you first suggested the strap, you thought megan would be the hesitating one… you were totally surprised when she got so into it that she even made you suck on it like a real dick, but you were not complaining tho. “this is so fucking hot… fuck, you like sucking my cock?”
g!p megan easily gets all needy and hard mid day, so you always have to help her release that energy… good thing she doesn’t last long as soon as she sees your tongue out, eager for her load. “thanks babe… you’re such a good girlfriend, can we cuddle now?”
SOPHIA;
doesn’t matter how long or tiring her day may be, sophia always makes sure to take good care of her good girl before bed < 3! “my pretty baby is needy hm? let me take care of you.”
sophi can eat you out and spank your ass red for hours after watching you misbehave . “stay still for me, hm? just stay still and let me taste that sweet pussy.”
“oh baby, you need to cum so bad, don’t you? its okay, baby, use my cock, make yourself feel good for me, my little slut” g!p sophia doesn’t mind being your toy sometimes… after all you’re always hers >.<
LARA.
lara lovessss to record videos of you bouncing on her strap, the two things she likes to show off ; her hot, slutty girlfriend and her tattoos < 3 “yeah, keep bouncing on it, so eager for my strap… little slut.”
sometimes, g!p lara doesn’t punish your bad behavior by spanking you or edging you… sometimes she just makes you stroke her cock endlessly, dripping wet to have it in you. something she never allows, of course. “just one hand… you’re lucky i’m even letting you touch it, don’t be greedy.”
“great view, isn’t it, baby? look at it… but don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” g!p lara loves when you sneak in her hotel just to ride her dick like a little slut the next second she texts you she’s hard < / 3 she loves your willingness.
MANON.
after halloween party, you were both a little tipsy, but so, soooo eager, that manon had to fuck you with her strap still with your costume on. “fuck, baby… you were dripping wet like this the whole time? damn, you could’ve just asked for my strap earlier, princess.”
one or two drags on the joint and manz is already needy to have your pretty pussy rubbing against hers, sweet moans leaving both of your mouths as she begs you to move your hips faster < 3 “hmmm, damn, just like this, baby, faster, faster, f-fuck… i’m so close already.”
g!p manz loves so much to fill you with her seed! > . < specially from behind, she can watch her cum leaking out of your pretty little hole. “so good like this, so good, gonna fill you up so good, my slut.”
megan was struggling to fall asleep so you helped her relax, your fingers intertwining with hers as you ride her, doing all the work to make her feel good, she becomes a whiny mess when your movements get faster.
𐄙✨ ྀི Megan, who heart was still racing nonstop from the concert, she started to feel home sick without you, feeling so needy, she couldn't help but finger self to the thought of you, she didn't care how loud she was being, she miss her girlfriend (and her pussy) so so so much !
megan, the vice president of d.a. university's Alpha Chi Omega sorority, led herself to a newfound interest in the nerd from her statistics class. with the events of being paired with you for tutoring sessions and the revealed fact that you were packing beneath your baggy jeans, megan took it as a mission to get you under her grip (and on top of her body).
warnings?: an actual plot, brief lecture on statistics (you're welcome), reader has hyperspermia, somewhat detailed & long smut | sub!gp!reader & dom!megan, risky jobs — handjob & blowjob (r receiving) | smut — fingering (megan receiving), p in v, oral sex, implied breeding kink, penis referred to as "dick" and "cock", vagina referred to as "pussy" and "cunt".
wc: 12,800+
a/n: this DEFINITELY doesn't need to be as long as it is. i'm sorry guys.
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math wasn't megan's best subject; it never was.
between trigonometry, statistics—even basic algebra—megan couldn't never put two and two together with the numbers. from freshman year of high school to junior year of college, math was the subject that stuck out like a sore thumb on her transcripts.
she wasn't even sure how she kept getting placed in math classes anyway; it wasn't like her major was math-focused to begin with. either way, her professors' attempts at improving her grades never succeeded, from one-on-one sessions that were dead ends to the free tutor groups in the library on the weekends, and her friends had given up long ago.
but those efforts were never necessary anyway, because megan never cared about how terrible she was at math—she had better things to tend to than to know an isosceles from an equilateral. being the vice president of Alpha Chi Omega wasn't the easiest task, and she would rather spend her nights coordinating the girls on the sorority's monthly events than cram on a statistics textbook.
"megan, meet me after class." she was greeted by her professor as she entered, followed by her friends lara and sophia, who turned to give her 'ooh's'. megan only figured it was another tactic that her professor had devised to get her ahead in the class, and she groaned at the idea of more late-night studying sessions and endless tutors that taught basic math as if it were quantum physics.
the girl, upon making it to her seat in the third row, began to zone out from her friends' conversation. however, a simple inquiry from her professor perked her head up toward the front of the room.
"y/n, meet me after class." the professor spoke, the same words told to megan moments before now being told to you. megan's gaze averted, landing on your figure to see your head nodding as you continued to your seat.
you weren't someone new; megan had noticed you here and there because it wasn't the hardest thing to do. she knew you as the mathematics geek stuck in an introductory statistics class because one of your credits didn't transfer. on the first day of class, you solved a math problem that the professor knew would take the other students at their levels days to solve.
you? solved it mere minutes after he wrote it on the board.
from then on, for every problem that the professor wrote, your hand was the first to shoot up to solve it without batting an eye. every. single. time. and it made megan roll her eyes every. single. time.
she never liked try-hards; she found them the most insufferable people to ever exist, having come across many in the span of her academic career to know that the way they acted was even more intolerable. but you, she didn't know if it was the way your glasses framed your face or the slightly boy-ish outfits you'd wear some days, but she'd find her eyes lingering on you from time to time.
from beside megan, lara snorted, "sounds like professor murone is on his last attempt." she had also caught wind of his words to you, and it didn't take lara more than a second to put two and two together.
"what?" megan turned to her, who, in turn, gave megan a look of disbelief. "are you serious? he asked you, the dumbest girl in the class, and y/n, the smartest girl in the class, to stay after. he's obviously going to pair you two up."
“i don’t think that’s gonna happen,” megan mumbled, scratching her head. “she’s already tutoring, like, the entire class; i'm just about positive he's not gonna force her on me."
lara could only shrug, ratting out a "well, don't let me say 'i told you so,'" before turning back around in her seat as the professor called for the attention on him. the girl let out a huff, eyes trailing to you once more in your seat, pulling out your notebook and ipad with not a clue of a knee-weakening gaze on you. you adjusted your lower body, thighs moving together in a maneuver, as if you were feeling uncomfortable. with just a shift of her gaze down, megan could tell almost immediately that despite the bagginess of your pants, the crotch area tightened when you sat and grabbed you in the wrong place.
the class itself was like any other. professor murone rambled on about himself, maybe his successful fishing trip over the weekend or how the school's college football team won their last game, all while everyone zoned out on their phones and some rested their eyes from the doom that was an eight a.m. class. he only called for everyone to get their items out when the class was nearly over, with about fifteen minutes to spare, before he started the lecture on determining statistical hypotheses that megan became lost in almost immediately.
while megan was lost, you were locked, having spent the time of professor murone's spiel about his personal life to rebrief yourself on the lesson from the previous class. you wrote heftily on your ipad, the electric pen making example graph after example graph on a draw sheet while you also alternated to your notebook, writing down important notes that would be indented into your mind before the class ended.
"it's about 9:15; we will unfortunately have to resume this next class. i will see you all..." the professor drifted off, checking his wall calendar before returning with a swift smile, "on thursday."
megan was the first to make it to his desk, having packed up fairly quickly due to the lack of items she used throughout the class session, as you continued to pack up your color-coded highlighters. professor murone only shot her a smile, fixing up the paper stacks on his desk—likely waiting for his TA to get to work on them—before you found yourself standing beside megan, a decent space between you two thanks to your awareness.
the professor then shot a smile to you, adjusting one last paper stack before taking a seat, hands clasped together. "megan, you have a bit of trouble in this class, as we've discussed before," it didn't need any reminiscence for the two to collectively be reminded of performance, with megan's only talks with the professor solely being about her grades. "y/n here just finished tutoring three people, and she was my last resort because of how busy she can get."
you had your eyebrows furrowed, unsure if the professor was going in the direction you thought he was. you never minded tutoring anyone, but your professors always made sure to assign you to other students that cared about improvement but just couldn't get there alone. you were aware of the people you found yourself around, and megan was not someone that was more worried about her math performance than what to wear at the weekly friday-night sorority party that ended with her and a random frat boy in her bedroom, the door locked behind them.
"i'll just get to the point here." professor murone noticed the shift in your facial expression and the lack of interest in megan's, "i want y/n to tutor you for a trial week to see if there's any connection or improvement in your grades. she's an excellent tutor, megan, so please give it a try."
he knew that he couldn't force megan to put up with you, and you the same. this wasn't high school—he couldn't make a call home to megan's mom and force her into after-school tutoring sessions (which unfortunately did happen to her at some point), so he could only sit there and pray with whatever patience remained in him for megan to allow you to help.
you weren't even up-to-date on this apparent arrangement, and professor murone was talking about it to megan as if you had agreed to it beforehand. you scratched your head, peeking over to megan to see her eyes already on you, an unreadable expression on her face, before her head turned back to the professor. "okay."
"i understand th- wait, yes?" the professor, waiting to go on a spiel about how megan needed the tutoring and her declining the help wasn't going to do any good, suddenly paused. he seemed almost appalled at megan's haste to agree, normally having to talk the girl into accepting tutors because she almost despised them.
you let out a small, disgruntled gulp from your throat, clutching on to the strap of your backpack. your blue-light glasses bounced off a navy blue color, slightly covering your eyes as a whole, so the professor couldn't determine your expression exactly. yeah, you were a nerd, but you weren't blind—you were just sensitive to bright lights.
megan took a shift in her stance, adjusting her shoulder bag while rotating her body, a motion to leave. "yeah, i'll do it." she spoke those words as if she had never made any rebuttals before turning to you, gazing her eyes up, then down, then back up to your face. you figured she was judging you—given her high position in the school's most notable sorority, which wasn't something you necessarily cared about to begin with—and you could only wait for her to say something or leave, accustomed to judgy glances by that point in your college time.
in reality, however, megan's pit stop of her eyes on the lower portion of your body was largely due to the creeping bulge outlined on your pants, despite the slight bagginess. by this junior year, megan was a pro by now at determining sizes just through clothes—you could call her an experienced whore for it, but she was simply observant—and it didn't take more than a second glance for megan to see that you weren't hard; you were just big.
"you can get my number from the bulletin board inside academy hall. give me a call, hm?" a sweet tone laced megan's voice. with a swift turn in her doc martens that cost more than your entire thrifted outfit, she was out the door, leaving you behind with a mumbled, "yeah." you didn't notice the shift in her tone, her voice already sweet like honey that made you genuinely question your dislike for sorority girls, but it surely was there.
"professor murone..." you turned to the graying man, his hands quick to go up in a quick defense toward his actions, like he knew he was wrong for it. "you're the smartest one in the class, y/n, probably in the entire hall. you help people get their scores from in the thirties to near one-hundreds." his quick attempts at flattery weren't enough to soothe your disappointing gaze, not being allowed a word into the conversation to give a chance at refusal of the arrangement. "if megan can't improve from you, she can't improve from anybody, and i'll stop."
"we have an exam next week. if megan has no improvement, you're free to end the tutoring. just one week, y/n."
...
"you're lying." yoonchae let out a nasty laugh, nearly choking on her energy drink while you told her the news. you had only just exited the hall, with yoonchae always there to wait for you after your class with professor murone every tuesday and thursday, taking the time to grab food and hang out before she was off to her own respective class. you only groaned; the slump of having to tutor a girl who clearly did not want to be tutored, combined with the sun's heat beating down on you as you stepped outside, put you in a bad mood.
"i'm not. professor murone didn't even mention it beforehand, no 'hey, can you tutor this dumb-ass sorority girl?' or even a heads-up!" your voice showed yoonchae you were more than agitated, angrily pulling out your wallet as you stopped by a campus student store to buy a monster in preparation for your next class.
with a sharp right turn into another pathway, yoonchae realized the unfamiliarity of the path while she mindlessly followed you. it was tradition to stop by the dining hall for lunch hour, and the girl had been thinking nothing but of her alfredo pasta all morning. "hey i think yo-"
"we have to go to academy hall." you spoke simply, cracking open the monster while taking reroutes here and there if it meant catching even the slightest of sidewalk shade. yoonchae was quick to protest, whines about potentially missing her meal ringing in your ears, before a question perked up. "but why though? what business do you have being in a communications hall? that's like frat bro and sorority sister mania in there."
you let out a slight snort at the jab, hooking yoonchae under your arm, "그래서 우리가 거기로 가야 하는 거죠, 칩." [that's why we need to go there, chip.]
yoonchae, quite arguably your best friend—no, she was not your only friend—was the freshman international student when you were a sophomore. you were quick to befriend her with the little korean you knew from taking a class or two in high school, catching her running from hall to hall trying to find her correct class, and the last thing you were going to do was let her embarass herself any further.
now, in the middle of your junior year and yoonchae's sophomore, the two of you basically knew everything about one another, complimentary to your roommate moving out three days after junior year started and rushing yoonchae to bunk with you for the year. that included your bickerings about teasings from frat boys and snobby sorority girls every time your 'cooler' friend, lara, who was active in the Alpha Chi Omega sorority, dragged you to the parties despite your pleas of refrainment.
you continued on, "she told me to come get her number from the bulletin board in the hall." as quick as a... kat, yoonchae snapped her head toward you with eyebrows raised, nudging you with her elbow. "as in her phone number? isn't that breaking your personal code of 'no numbers, only instagram' or something like that?"
you did have your own personal barriers of giving your phone number out to people you were only going to communicate with for a short period of time, referring to instagram instead, and paying no mind to the loss of a follower on your page every time you finished a tutoring job. in this instance, however, you were too beyond ignorant to your personal code, "do you want me to argue with the vice president of the amazing Alpha Chi Omega sorority over a phone number?"
the korean could only hum in response, finding herself standing in front of a bleak bulletin board in academy hall. eyes were locked onto a baby pink flyer that stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the board, the words "ALPHA CHI OMEGA INFO" displayed across the top line. with a look down, sure enough, "FOR CONTACT: SOPHIA LAFORTEZA - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX & MEGAN SKIENDIEL - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX" was displayed in bold letters down below, and you could only itch at the idea of displaying personal information so publicly.
"so you're seriously gonna text her?" yoonchae looked shocked after seeing you jot down the numbers in your phone app, leaving the number unsaved. you were quick on your feet, shoes spinning a 180 and heading back toward the door. "what other choice do i really have? chances are she won't even reply anyway."
yoonchae was bound to make more comments, but a simple comment from you about finally heading to the dining hall was enough to shift her perspective from your turmoil with the sorority girl to her sweet alfredo pasta that she craved. you could only chuckle at the girl, a topic of conversation switching to other friendly manners, too indulged in conversation as you entered the dining hall to disregard the table of sorority girls the two of you breezed past.
from behind you, sets of eyes lingered on the back of your head, with an outstretched finger pointed at you. "her."
"ooooh, y/n is your tutor." daniela talked as if a lightbulb went off in her head. the girls—megan, daniela, lara, sophia, and manon—were sat around a lengthy blacktop table, the table trademarked as theirs because it was the nicest one in the entire hall. "what other nerd could i have possibly been talking about?"
"we're on a college campus, megan. there are nerds everywhere. y/n just happens to be the most... notable... per se..." manon's words drifted off, shifting to focus on chowing down her food while daniela sent a nudge to her shoulder, getting the reference that manon was implying. but megan didn't, looking between the two girls with confusion laced on her face. "what are you talking about?"
both daniela and manon sent out mumbles, small smirks etching their faces, as if though they'd burst out laughing if they tried to say anything. sophia rolled her eyes at the girls, setting down her drink before slightly leaning over the table. "she's got a reputation because someone who slept with her at a house party freshman year posted about it on the school's reddit page and branded her as 'big dick nerd'. i think that's self-explanatory."
branch out, they said. you're away from home, do whatever you want, they said. being a freshman and still a virgin is embarrassing, they said. after that entire fiasco, then, did it only make you realize you should probably stop listening to other people.
the two girls couldn't hold it anymore at sophia's deadpanned tone and laughed hard, almost resembling hyenas, which led to lara swatting her hands at them. "everyone's staring!"
"and stop it, guys. that's my friend, you know." lara continued, criticizing the girls with a mean stare to combine. "she didn't like being called that, and I'm sure you wouldn't like being branded a name by your pussy, manon."
"why are you only targeting me?! dani was laughing too!"
megan's eyebrows remained darted up at the filipina's words, trying to chase her memories of any recollection of that name, but couldn't remember anything about it, strangely enough. megan was the go-to for campus gossip; it bewildered her that an easy target was in her statistics class all along, and she had no clue. it felt like wasted time.
sophia had slumped back down in her seat, eyes scanning megan's face before letting out a groan. "i know that look on your face, mei. she's not easy. other girls have tried since then, but ever since that blog post, she's shut down every attempt thrown at her."
but megan didn't pay any true mind to sophia's words, a finger curling at her lips and an unspoken 'shh' at sophia was done. "fifi, you're talking to the girl who's never been rejected before—i've had a literal frat boy bark for me 'cause i told him to. i'm sure i can get in there." megan spoke as if it were so matter-of-factly, but sophia only shot her down again. "frat boys are the definition of easy, megan. y/n's not a frat boy, she's a nerd that spends all of her time either in class or with that one girl that makes me feel motherly whenever i see her."
with a few more bickerings back and forth, the girls inevitably moved past the conversation. undeniably though, with a check of her phone every couple of minutes, a lack of an unsaved number texting megan made the girl itch.
the text didn't come until later that night, around seven-thirty, and you had sent it off without a second thought. you were only reminded of it when yoonchae brought it up, the korean already dressed in her pajamas while you lounged around, promising to watch an episode of some k-drama with the girl before you headed to the library.
when the episode eventually ended, you gave yoonchae a friendly head kiss before exiting the dorm, figuring you'd come back around nine and find the girl already passed out. with your backpack slung over your shoulder, you barely took three steps into the hall before your phone dinged.
megan, who was in a meeting with the girls in the house's living room when she got your message, almost sprang out of her chair when she realized it was you and not the fifth boy that day sending another "wanna link tn?" message. she disregarded the freshman girl who was trying to give her two cents in on an upcoming community project, calling the meeting to an abrupt end and leaving the living room, stomping upstairs, and zooming into her room.
your eyes narrowed when you read her messages. what was she playing at? nevertheless, your nightly study session was now to be pushed back another day to cater to a girl who you felt was bound to waste your time.
it's not like you mean to be harsh about it—you usually never judge people based on their affiliations—but you were so fed up with this coming year and your past experiences at the college that you found yourself putting your own morals aside. besides, the embarrassing name you were branded with all of freshman year that referred to your genitals was brought on with none other than some random sorority girl who entrapped you in her game that one night, and they've all left a bad taste in your mouth ever since.
you halted for only a second, sending off your reply before pocketing your phone and carrying on to the library.
megan groaned at the messages, shutting off her phone and putting it aside as she sat at her vanity. study session or not, she wouldn't dare begin her plan of seduction while looking like a call-of-duty zombie, or so she thought about herself.
by the time you had made it to the library, beginning to unpack your materials at an empty table, megan stormed in only a minute later. she basically burst through the door, quick to change her demeanor, and proceeded to walk in casually as if she didn't just do a 65 in a 30 to get there. her tote bag was slung across her shoulder, and ring-covered fingers fixed pieces of her hair as she made her way over to you.
she was dressed as if it were more than just a study session—a tight black long-sleeve with a grey skirt that would for sure ride up and show off her ass if she did any sort of bending, combined with her signature doc martens. she made you feel underdressed, sporting black sweats and a plain white tee that hugged your arms nicely, but you knew your clothes didn't matter.
you didn't say anything at first when she sat down, pulling out your own statistics textbook and notebook, only looking up when you realized she had yet to make any other movement. her eyes were already on you, head cocked a little to the side, as if she were watching you with a sort of false adoration, and it made you furrow your eyebrows.
"are you gonna pull out your own textbook? or do you think studying happens merely by osmosis?" you quipped up, and all megan did was nod, eyes never tearing from you. her eyes were big, pupils at large to stare at you, and you could tell from the movement within her mouth that she was running her tongue along her teeth. megan was a beautiful girl—you couldn't lie about that even if you tried—and though you were accustomed to stares, hers made you feel a little bit uncomfortable... in a good way.
"what's osmosis?" and right there had ended your train of thought, snapping you back into a proper mindset. you only shook your head, muttering a small "get your textbook out" before flipping through your own book. "what page?" she asked, pink streaks of hair slightly covering her face. you sent her off with a number that took her fairly too long to get to, despite the page numbers being displayed at the bottom-right of the textbook.
"so... where are you from?"
"megan."
the girl shot her hands up, a coy smirk playing on her lips, but you weren't amused in the slightest. you didn't know what game she was playing at, and you weren't exactly sure you wanted to find out. "i'm not here to waste my time, megan. if you're not gonna try, i'll just end this."
despite megan's coyness and the smile that never left her face, she could see your despair and how you weren't one for foolishness, and she voluntarily weakened the smirk on her face to where the corners of her lips were quirked up. "I'm going, I'm going..."
the next hour was filled with moments of seriousness, teasing, and dumb questions that you tried your hardest not to cringe at because of how sincere the girl sounded. megan was sly in her actions, what she said, or how her hand lingered on yours when she asked to borrow your highlighter. one thing that megan wasn't sly in, however, was the distance between you two.
it started between the two of you at a small table. you sat at one side, and megan sat at the other, the distance not too far to begin with. then, it was as if every time you looked up at the girl, she inched closer and closer, until she got fed up with her slow progress and stood up, grabbed the back of her chair, and planted it right beside yours.
"do you normally sit this close to your tutors?" you weren't shy to call her out, a pen in your grasp as you created a line graph to use as your next example. megan merely let out a short giggle, using a half-assed excuse to bypass your curiosity. "i just want to see your graphs closer, that's all."
"right... here, i want you to do this equation. out loud." megan gulped. "it references everything i just went over. if you can't do it, you weren't paying attention." she gulped even harder. you slid your notebook with the equation over to her, which wasn't a far slide given that she was right next to you. you watched how her eyes scanned over the problem, how they furrowed, and how she gave up with a groan and her hands on her face. she came there to get you under her, obeying her every word, by the end of the night, and not to become frustrated once more at math. "i don't know- but it's because all of this terminology is so confusing!"
megan expected you to be mad, having not only interrupted what was supposed to be your own solo study session, but proving that despite your efforts, megan still found herself lost. instead, you nudged yourself a little closer to the girl, looking over the own problem you created. "what part are you lost on?"
"this hypothesis stuff, rejections or acceptances or whatever it is."
"here, turn your chair." you grabbed the notebook, and with megan following your orders, the two of you sat facing one another, knees touching with no particular reason behind it. you turned the notebook to face megan, your head down in order to give proper instructions.
"the null hypothesis is H0, and the acceptance or rejection of the hypothesis is based on the outcome of the p-value. see here," you pointed at the p-value, which you already calculated. "to accept the hypothesis, the p-value has to be above 0.05. is it?"
megan looked to where you were pointing, reading off a 0.024 p-value, and she shook her head. "no, it's lower." she turned to you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, writing down in the notebook. "so, for this equation, the hypothesis is rejected. get it now?"
megan still shook her head, looking over the work you just went through. "yes, but i know how to calculate the p-value and all, but i don't know how i'm gonna remember this all..." a part of megan's failure when it came to math was being unable to remember equation formats for some reason, and many people teased her for it. "you can remember how to make those stupid origamis that you disrupt my class with, but you can't remember an equation?" one of her high school math teachers had told her once before, and it made her feel dumber.
you scratched your head, searching for former tactics that you had used on your previous students, when you remembered a joke your advanced statistics teacher had told before back in high school. "megan, see what the null hypothesis represents? what does that say?"
"h-zero," the girl replied shortly, looking at the notebook for assistance. "now... what does it kind of look like when i write it like this?" and on the notebook, you wrote down the zero into an 'o'.
"h...o.... hoe?" you gave a short laugh at the absurdity, but nevertheless nodded at her.
"if the p is low, reject that hoe."
megan looked at you blankly, taking in what you had said before bursting into a giggle fit that surprised even her, and you merely nodded. "what?!"
"look, if the p-value is low, aka less than 0.05... you reject the null hypothesis... you reject... the hoe. get it? i'm trying to talk your lingo to get you to understand it."
it took her a second, but for the first time since elementary school when she learned how to do simple addition and subtraction, the math finally clicked in megan's head. and right then and there, megan's plan for total seduction went out the window because, yes, she would be grateful for the idea of getting some action that night, but her finally understanding math logic was something for the history books that she couldn't ignore.
"holy crap, you really are the best tutor." megan's flattery wasn't planned that time, scanning over the notebook to double-check her understanding, and you let out a short huff. "what, did you underestimate me?"
you knew the answer—she did—but even megan knew that she shouldn't have. a five star rating on the school's tutoring website, a 4.0 gpa that everyone knew was nearly impossible to achieve with dual chemistry and biology majors, and multiple recommendation letters from past and present professors already guaranteed to you, megan should've known you'd find a loophole to help her even if you were so reluctant.
"a little... but, uh," megan's mind began to revert to its original self. she could use this as a way in with you.
"nobody's ever actually helped me understand math, and you just did. I'm grateful for you..." her words drifted off, eyes locking with yours. hers were their natural shape, slightly wide with a glint shining from them despite the dark lighting in the library, and yours were narrowed at her words.
"listen, there's a small movie night happening at my sorority house tomorrow night. not all of the girls, just some of the heads like sophia and i. i think... you should come," she bat her eyelashes at you, inching closer if it were even possible given the already-existent close proximity. you were quick on your actions, though, rejecting the offer and thinking that she was crazy if she thought you'd willingly step inside a sorority house.
"yeah no thanks. i have plans." no you didn't, but walking into a sorority house and feeling judgmental eyes on you didn't sound like the biggest fiesta out there. megan was quick in her response, already assured even before your answer that she'd have to pull in some slight persuasions.
she leaned back in her seat, preserving some distance between the two of you with a slight grin accentuating her small, chubby cheeks. "lara will be there, i know you guys are friends, so you won't be in a total swarm of strangers. consider this as my gratitude for you helping me, yeah?" she checked her phone momentarily, "i have to go, duty calls."
as she packed up, she did it slowly as to see if you'd give her an answer right then and there, to which you pondered, "how would a sorority movie night be considered repayment?
the girl couldn't hold her giggle, packing the last of her items into her tote bag before slinging it over her shoulder. "you'll... just, you'll see. bye-bye."
there was something laced in her voice at those words that you couldn't decipher, and yet, it made you want to find out.
...
"what's got you eyeing the door like a hawk?" sophia swung by the living room, catching megan's gaze locked on the door as though she were waiting for something or someone. you had texted her earlier in the day, though dryly, that you'd swing by on the premise that lara would be in attendance.
"promise not to get mad, miss prezzy?" megan's voice was sweet, earning a groan from the older girl upon flashbacks of megan inviting boys here and there unannounced to events; she didn't like them romantically, just needed a sort of... in, with them.
"don't tell me you've got a boy coming to bitch about us watching twilight again. you're already souring my mood, mei."
"no no no, not a boy... just y/n, is all. i don't think she'll complain." megan popped a popcorn piece in her mouth from the bowl in sophia's hands, spitting out the kernel that ached her teeth upon biting. she mentioned the nerd as if it were the most relaxed thing ever, failing to catch how the president's jaw dropped at her words.
"you're fucking with me, or what? how did you manage to get that girl to come here?" her tone came off in an almost-laugh, setting the bowl down on the middle table around the couches before plopping down in the solo lounge chair. megan looked almost offended at her superior's words, taking it as a sort of criticism of her skill.
"yeah, whatever. i just promised her that lara would be here for a familiar face or something like that." megan disregarded her own words, eyes darting down to her phone to check for any calls or messages. she had been doing that a lot lately, and it made the always-so-observant sophia raise her eyebrows here and there.
"you sure you're not like... interested in this girl, megan?" the filipina, mid popcorn grab, looked over to see megan staring back at her, eyes slightly bulged, and she was doing her trademark nervous lip nibble. "don't go all crazy now, I'm just asking. you seem a lot more attentive this time around, and look at what you're wearing."
"don't get it twisted," was all that megan could murmur before moving from the couch into the kitchen area, earning a short laugh from sophia. the filipina became glued to the tv, remote in hand, as she searched for the movie on prime when the familiar ring of the doorbell sounded out.
"got it!" the president shouted out, moving to stand up when a blur of brown and pink hair zoomed out of the kitchen from her peripherals. "no, i do!"
from outside, you could only hear murmurs. your palms were slightly sweaty from nerves—it wasn't solely because you were about to be around some of d.a. university's most notable sorority girls, but also because you were naturally nervous in new social situations—while you spared looks behind you. yoonchae was gracious as to walk you to the house, finding it near the more secluded library on campus where she could study.
her last remark of, "just remember that i'm nearby if you need an out," helped ease your mind, not being spared of any more self-thoughts before the door to the house swung open. you locked eyes with megan, the girl sporting a silky tight top with her push-up bra peeking out and skimpy shorts that barely met the line to cover her ass. though unbeknownst to you, the outfit was planned for the idea of you raking your gaze over her body.
and unfortunately for you, your eyes ended up betraying you.
the girl only bit her lip, moving with the door to the side. "come in, yeah?"
megan, just moments before in the kitchen, had alerted the other girls to your soon arrival. that's why, with a few steps into the house, you found five pairs of eyes staring right back at you. lara was already walking up to you with a pep in her step, embracing you in a short hug for the sole purpose of whispering in your ear, "there's no genuine way you agreed to coming."
with just a short look around, it appeared that you may have been overdressed. with megan's outfit and the other girls' mostly pink shorts, tight shirts, and overall sleepwear, your jeans with a spiderman tee and a long-sleeved undershirt stood out amongst the rest, and you nearly despised standing out.
you were urged to sit on the couch by lara, the girl directing you to a middle seat. she found comfort on your left that you mentally thanked her for, whilst megan was quick to plop down on your right. sophia, the most observant, shared a look from lara from where she found herself again on the solo chair—maybe you should create space between yourself and whatever megan has planned.
lara scooched herself away from you a little when you weren't looking.
and while lara moved away, megan was sly in her movements to move closer to you when the opening credits of the movie began, and the familiar shushing of sophia to everyone rang out. her teeth were tucked into her lip, fighting a grin when she felt the familiar breeze of the air-conditioner start to send goosebumps into her skin, a mere five minutes into the movie.
"who left the ac on? it's cold as balls in here now." manon let out the biggest groan of death and despair, being forced to move from her comfortable position on the other side of the couch to grab a blanket out from a nearby shared closet to cover herself and daniela. lara, then sophia collectively got up, sophia also peering into the closet while lara went upstairs to grab her own blanket from her bed.
fighting off her grin, megan turned to you, raking over your torso and your face. "are you cold?" now, she knew you weren't just based off of your clothes, finding your legs and arms clothed over, unlike the girls and their apparent competition to see who could show off the most skin.
and megan was the winner.
"er.. no-"
"don't worry, i'll get a blanket." and the presence by you was gone, megan lurking in the closet after sophia before pulling out a blanket of a decent size. back on the couch, she placed it over the two of you, using the excuse of, "it's not that long," to close the distance between you. her thigh was now brushing against the denim of your jeans, unclothed shoulder (aside from her bra strap) rubbing against the cheap cotton of your spidey shirt, and her hand tucked between the skin of her thighs, waiting for the right moment.
it was a short while later in the movie—when everyone else was entranced by the scene of edward preventing the car from hitting bella—that megan's hand lurked away from her own thigh and onto yours.
your eyes widened a bit at the contact, gaze shooting down to your covered thigh from the blanket, and her hand lurking underneath. you let out a short gulp—this was already past your comfort zone—and you turned to megan, whose attention was fully directed to the movie. edward was now gone and everyone was swarmed around bella.
your body became stiff under her touch, and a sense of dread came over you when she started to rub up and down your thigh. her fingers were featherlight against the roughness of your jeans, ranging down to ghost over your knee and up to your pelvis, making you gulp as you tried to lay your mind elsewhere. the last thing you needed to do was get hard off of just thigh touches.
"megan..." you whispered, loud enough for the girl to hear from beside you, but low enough to where nobody else could hear. she sent you a look of, "hm?" in the way of acting oblivious to her actions. "stop."
"stop what? i'm not doing anything wrong." her touch became even friendlier, fingertips roaming the inside of your thigh from down to the side of your knee and up to where she can feel the heat start to radiate from your crotch.
"i-if you don't stop... i'm gonna leave." your supposed threat almost came out as a whimper when ghosting fingertips turned into her palm kneading the inside of your thigh. you were still hyperaware of your surroundings—sophia, daniela, and manon had their eyes glued to the movie while lara, who had seen it about a billion times, was faced away from you on your left side, eyes glued to her phone and texting like a madman.
megan's face, now focused on you, came closer to your distraught one. "then get up and leave, say bye to everybody with that blush on your face and that tent in your pants that i caused." and as soon as she said it, her palm came up from the inside of your thigh to rest on your erecting dick being restrained by your pants. your hips pushed inward, settling a surprise to you. you had been so caught up trying to put your mind elsewhere as to not get hard, that you failed to realize that you got hard anyway.
"it's a naaaaatural reaction." you managed to choke out, hips digging deeper inward when she applied pressure. "natural reaction or not, how are you gonna fix it, hm? go into the bathroom and deal with it yourself?"
you nodded.
megan's side was now fully pressed up against yours, down to her face being close enough to tickle your neck with her breath that arguably made you even harder. "well now, when your hand is around your dick and your eyes are shut, and your mind is begging for release, my face is gonna be in your mind-"
her fingers closed around the large bump in your pants, still fully clothed, and you let out a disgruntled groan that you covered with a cough.
"-and that's what's gonna send you over the edge, my face in your thoughts while your dick is pumping out cum that could be going into me."
"so let me help you with what i've caused." megan's free hand moved to fix the blanket further over you two to ensure security, before fastening off your belt buckle in a few swift movements that left you perplexed.
"wha- here?" your voice was hastened, looking around to megan's fellow sorority sisters. you were sure the last thing they wanted was an uncalled-for show. but despite your concern, you made no move to prevent the girl from unbuttoning your jeans and pulling down your zipper. it only made her chuckle. "yeah, so be quiet."
manon, clearly comforted in her position laid over daniela's stomach, was knocked out cold despite being barely 30 minutes into the movie. sophia made no move to contact the girls, eyes still locked on the movie while she sat comfortably on the lounge chair. lara had moved by this point, faced away from you and megan and lying down while still on her phone.
the fly of your jeans was now wide open, and your legs were spread further apart, done so unknowingly by you. megan had no intention of taking it slow with you, however, and was quick to pull down your plaid boxers and see the silhouette of your cock springing out against the blanket. the girl, with a quick look around to her distracted sisters, pulled the blanket down far enough to watch your cock—long, hard, and most importantly, fiercely red with a leaking tip—spring up and hit your shirt, the cloth of where your tip hit your shirt becoming a wet patch with your precum.
wow, that girl who made the reddit post was not lying in the slightest.
"megannn." your voice came out as a whimper this time, quick to pull the blanket back over your aching dick. just one look in your direction, and the girls would see your cock out on display; the idea of that frightened you, no matter how badly you wanted megan to just do something.
"if you want me to touch you, then we do it my way." megan's voice was stern, as though your reluctance ticked her off a little because she couldn't wait any longer either. her hand came back up to pull the blanket down once more, watching your cock spring up yet again despite your fright. your dick stood tall and proud, as though it was the most sacred thing ever—which is was to an extent, given your slight inexperience—with tears of your precum dripping down your length. you were fully erect by now, your body itching for any form of contact to send you waves of pleasure, and the hold-off on that pleasure started to make you hurt.
megan brought her thumb up to your tip, pressing the pad of it over your tip, and fighting off a grin as she watched your eyes flutter closed at the contact. she swirled the pad of her thumb around your tip once before bringing it up to her lips, eye contact made with you when she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it. she finally had you now.
she didn't need to spit on her hand or on your dick for any lubrication, you already had that covered with the way your tip leaked, done so with the images of you inside of megan or the girl sucking you bone dry until you couldn't take it anymore. she shuffled around slightly, head coming to rest on your pec while your arm snaked around her waist, and her hand reached out again. this time, with a gentle reminder from her to, "stay quiet," her hand closed around your cock from underneath your tip, and you let off a groan covered with your free hand.
megan's eyes darted continuously from your cock to the girls around her, ensuring that everyone else was distracted despite the darkness of the living room, before continuing. her hand moved up and down your length slowly, going about it in a soothing manner to relieve the pain that she knew you had been feeling. she knew when she pressed the pad of her thumb to your tip, the way your cock immediately ached under that small touch of hers.
you were pretty fit as is, being able to run a sub six-minute mile back when you did high school track, and yet you still became breathless at the slow pumping of your dick by megan's manicured hand. your hand began to grip at her waist, searching for some sort of stability while you struggled to not let out a whimper or moan of sorts. you settled for throwing your head back instead, trusting megan to keep a look out on the girls while her hand was busy making a mess of your cock, her pace slowly beginning to fasten. you had to remind yourself that just one look your way from any of the girls, and they had an interesting sight to see.
your grip on the girl's waist began to curl tighter, and the two of you both knew you were close. "already? i've barely gotten started." her sensual tone that teased you didn't help you out, ringing in your ears while your hips began to betray you by involuntarily bucking forward.
"me- mm... megan, i can't cum here." your head had thrusted forward, words being spoken into her hair while holding yourself back, although you couldn't any longer. at your words, she stopped her movement, hand still clamped around the base of your dick while she pulled her head up. you breathed a sigh of relief, scanning the area to see that lara had fallen asleep as well. you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, but two of her fingers pulled your chin back down to face her.
"why not?" her breath fanned your face, eyes boring into yours with a glint so provocative that you were surprised at her calmness.
"i- because i... i- ngh," you let out a shocked grunt when megan's head dove down, lips parted, to take you into her mouth. you immediately fisted your hand and shoved your knuckles in your mouth, biting down because the warmth of her mouth mixed with the smoothness of her tongue swirling around your tip made you want to cum right then and there.
she giggled lightly into your cock while she bobbed her head, the vibrations short-circuiting your brain as your hips began to twitch, and you found yourself edging your own body, trying to fight against release. "megan, i can't cum." you repeated, outlines of your veins in your neck and forearms beginning to show from how hard you were fighting.
megan let go of your dick with a low 'pop' sound, and you never felt more relieved yet dissatisfied at the same time. she faced you, drool beginning to dribble from her bottom lip, and her lips agape as she let out unsteady breaths. "tell me why."
"i do it... a lot."
megan's eyebrows furrowed, "do what a lot? jerk off? that doesn't make you any different from me or literally anyone else."
"i- no! i rarely... help myself out." you breathed deeply, trying to express your words while your dick continued to leak and ached so bad. "i... cum a lot... like almost too much sometimes."
it was a shy thing for you to admit, and it was the reason why you didn't tend to help yourself out much. you couldn't pull the old cum-in-a-sock method or do a 'quickie' in the bathroom, or when your roommate could walk in at any moment and see you in a cum-stained mess on your sheets and body. you thought it unfair that any girl would be afraid that you'd definitely get her pregnant—or the first and last time you did a random hookup, and you managed to leak out of your condom, scaring the girl and being forced to buy her a plan b when all she did was ride you.
but megan? megan, after some time searching your face for any lies, gave you a small grin. she turned to the girls, daniela now following manon's pursuit and falling asleep while sophia was still turned away, and lara remained in the same position as before. "button your pants and go up the stairs, they won't question anything. just wait for me."
you did as you were told, buttoning up your pants despite the hurtful straining of your dick and moving to circle the couch. lara only raised her head up slightly, seeing the back of you trail toward the stairs, and she let out a sigh before turning to megan. "don't scare her with whatever freaky shit you have going on, mei."
megan only nodded, removing the blanket from herself next before retreating up the stairs and finding you at the end. without a word, she took your hand and led you down the hall until you reached a room, the door slightly cracked open.
megan's room was... something. very pink, just like her hair streaks, with dolls and other figurines littering her bookshelves (that had no books on them). her vanity was messed up, makeup bottles and brushes scattered all over from earlier when she hurried to get ready for you, and her bed- her bed was soft, seeing as though you were being pushed onto it by her.
"what do you know how to do, hm?" she moved to sit over your laying frame, the skin of her ass brushing against your clothed, rock-hard dick, making you groan. "do you know how to finger pussy?"
you gulped, fighting between telling the truth and coming off as an inexperienced nerd, or lying and embarrassing yourself. you ended up with a shameful 'no' headshake, the girl only giggling at your reaction before pushing herself off of you. she moved to the top of her bed, cushioning herself onto her pillows before grabbing your arm and pulling you toward her.
the taste of her lips when she pulled you in was sweet; her tongue flavored like a strawberry milkshake, while her hands cradled either side of your head. kissing was the one thing you knew how to do—because it was all you could do—making out for hours on end with whatever girlfriend you had in high school and denying them when they'd try to put a hand in your pants. it's also what ended your relationships.
this marked the first strange act of megan—kissing you—because that wasn't something she normally did. she hated and rejected the boys she hooked up with, trying to kiss her, lips wet from their own spit, running their tongues over their lips so much that kissing them felt dirty, and not the good kind of dirty. but you? your lips were soft, lightly glazed over with chapstick and not beer-tainted spit, giving megan a taste of vanilla and raspberry that only made her engulf you further.
and so she had you there, on top of her, with your lips interlocked while she continued to pull you impossibly closer. your hands rested on her hips, curling your fingers inward into her skin whenever her pelvis brushed against your crotch. "not just yet, baby. i'm gonna teach you something valuable right now, yeah?"
megan pushed you down lightly, allowing her to sit herself up just a bit to where she could direct you. "you're way too big for me, so you have to help me out a bit, okay?" she put her thumb to your chin, rubbing lightly, and you nodded with glazed-over eyes peering at her. it made her giggle—something she was doing a lot around you—at the idea of you being sick of her yesterday, and today you were ready to follow her every command.
"take off my shorts baby." she rested herself on her elbows, legs spread a couple of inches, and you raised your hands out. you tugged at the hem of her thin shorts, pulling them down her legs and leaving them on the corner of her bed. you met the sight of her covered pussy, the cloth of her underwear soaked by her folds, and you watched megan wiggle her hips lightly in a teasing manner. it made your stomach tighten.
"pull them to the side." her voice rang in your ears again, referring to her underwear, to which you stretched your hand with trembling fingers, curling the top of the cloth with your pointer and thumb before pulling it into the crevice of her pussy and inner thigh.
megan's pussy was glistening with wetness, alarming the unspoken fact that her teasing you was making her own self wet with need. it made you gulp with nerves, given that this was the farthest you had ever gone with anybody. "what? never seen a pussy that isn't on a screen before?" and despite her exposure, her teasing never tired out.
her teasing, along with the thoughts circling your mind about being inside of her and making her feel so good, turned your face red, a light blush remaining on your cheeks. "now, here," megan grabbed your right hand, curling your other fingers into your palm while leaving your middle and ring fingers stretched out. without another word, she pulled your hand further up and took your fingers into her mouth, tongue swirling around them for what she called 'extra lubrication', although her drenched pussy was telling her otherwise that it wasn't necessary.
she did it for her own pleasure.
you were blushing even harder now, headspace in turmoil while you began to leak more, a wet patch starting to form on your jeans. she removed your fingers with an accentuated 'pop' this time, directing your hand lower and lower until your fingers were hovering right over her entrance. "slow... no need to give me any pain 'cause you're in a rush." she mentally rolled her eyes at her past experiences, hoping you'd listen.
and you did. with a short nudge of your slightly shaky fingers, they rubbed over her entrance, gracing a short mewl from her. you nudged your hand a little lighter, feeling the warmth of her start to consume your fingers the farther you continued, stopping when she told you to, and pushing deeper when she gave you the green light until you were knuckle deep inside. "oh god... just like that."
megan felt good, and not only that, but you were listening to her every word, and that only made her feel even better. "pull back slowly, but not all the way out." her voice came out in breaths, as though she was finally getting what she wanted, and her thighs clenched when you did exactly as told. you stopped retracting your hand at your finger creases. "continue that motion."
megan settled into her pillows, her head slightly thrown back and her knees starting to retract when you began to pump your fingers slowly, but it wasn't enough. your fingers were straight and not pushy, doing mere pokes at the spot that gave her ecstasy, and although she already felt good, she knew you could make her feel miles better.
"curl." was all she said, raising her hand up and doing a curling motion with her fingers. you didn't give off a nod or a verbal response, only surprising her with the feeling of your fingers curling inside of her with every pump. and there, you became reminded of a simple act you learned in high school health, learning about sex-ed, with everyone's bored minds dozing off elsewhere while you were the only one paying attention.
while curling your fingers with every pump of your hand, you pushed upward; megan let out a whine, one too whiny even for her liking, but there, you began to hit her sweet spot. "oh, like that- yes yes yes, don't stop. faster."
like a soldier, you followed her command, keeping your fingers curled and pushing upward while simultaneously beginning to fasten your pace. your fingers slid with ease, her own slick having outdone the spit on your fingers long ago, and every pump in led with a squelching sound that was a confirmation that you were doing things right.
"fuuuuck, baby... add a third finger, please." megan's legs were twitching, trying to close in, but your free hand kept them apart while you locked eyes with a surprised gaze. "are you sure?"
"you're bigger than three fingers... i'm sure." and with that, you managed a third finger inside, retreating to a slower pace but finding it unnecessary soon enough when megan began to buck her hips up. you continued on, pumping your fingers in and out to the point where the girl's slick began to dribble onto the palm of your hand, and you could tell megan was close with the way her thighs began to twitch and how she kept trying to close her legs.
but then her voice cut in with a, "st- stop, stop!" and you halted your movements immediately, her voice ringing out in a hurried tone, and you thought you had hurt her. you took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your wrist on her thigh, "wh- did i hurt you? i'm so sorry, i-i didn't mean to, i was just-"
"shh." megan shushed you, earning a frown from you, but all she did was grab you by your shirt collar and pull you into her, stealing another kiss from you. your glasses, still rimmed on your nose, bumped the bridge of her own nose lightly before you pulled away.
"you didn't do anything wrong, i just didn't want to cum right away, 'mkay?" she was quick in reassurance, locking eyes with you, and you merely nodded your head. she tapped your cheek once, then twice, chiming out, "you're cute, now take off your pants."
though your nerves tried to take over, you cleared your mind of thoughts. you unbuttoned your pants for the second time that night, pulling them down and fully off and letting them join megan's skimpy shorts at the end of the bed. there was a more prominent wet patch on your boxers, the area soaked, and a clear outline of your tip trying to fight through the cloth. "now take your boxers off. and your shirt."
for the billionth time that night, you did as you were told. your boxers came off, quick to separate them from your jeans and megan's shorts, placing the dirty fabric elsewhere. you took off your glasses, handing them to megan—who held out an outstretched hand for them—before pulling off your shirt in one go. your body was lean, a figure that could tell you worked out, but not one that says you abuse creatine and thought cardio was for gay people.
megan almost drooled.
you tossed your shirt into the pile, only realizing after you had looked down that you were now fully exposed to megan, whose own eyes were raking over your body. you gulped, trying to distract yourself from the intimacy of the moment by trying to grab your glasses, but instead of handing them over, megan proceeded to put them on.
she was going to ask you to fuck her with your glasses on.
"do you know how to do this?" her cheeky grin as she spoke those words already told you that she knew the answer, but alas, you spoke a simple, "no."
"why not, baby? you've been through hookups before, right?" her teasing lit a fire of torment inside of you, making you cough up the answers to situations you found too embarrassing to talk about. "i-i have but... uh, they usually did the work."
"poor you, you don't even know how to use your own cock then, right?" megan's grin was almost evil, eyes narrowed behind the lenses of your glasses, and you only swallowed your words. "speak."
"no." you answered almost immediately, and you found yourself beginning to feel insecure with every second you were in front of megan, bare. "then i'll guide you again. come here."
she urged you to come closer, her hands coming to rest on your waist and pulling you in, and you allowed her to. she angled you down slightly and grabbed your cock without a single warning, making you almost jump out of your bones at the feeling. your hands came to rest on her thighs as you found yourself between them, your own cock being controlled by megan's hand while she lined you up to her entrance. "w-wait, raw?"
"i don't have any condoms, baby, do you?" that was a complete lie; all she had to do was open up her bedside drawer, and there she'd have trojan boxes of all sizes for when her occasional shitty hookup would try to play the 'came unprepared' card. nevertheless, you shook your head, and she shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world and continued, aligning you to where your tip was brushing against the skin of her hole.
"slow, honey, you're still too big." the name change between 'baby' to 'honey' made you lose control of your own mind further, along with the fact that she was indirectly complimenting your dick size. but you were excited, almost too excited for someone about to be taught how to properly hump a woman—something you should have already learned by now with a cock of your size.
"seriously, y/n, no need to feel shamed. but come on," lara chewed on her protein bar, speaking to you from outside the room. she found her dance class unfulfilling as a proper workout and dropped by your dorm room unannounced for the purpose of extending a gym invite, not thinking twice about not knocking and walking in to find you mid-change. more specifically, seeing you with your boxers mid-way down your legs and a fresh pair in your hand.
"how are you still a virgin?"
"could you say that any louder?!" you whisper-shrieked from inside your dorm room, quickly buttoning your pants and flattening out your shirt. "plus, you know i'm not a virgin."
"maybe not a virgin, but you definitely don't have the experience required to use that properly."
"thanks, sex wizard." you swung your door open, rolling your eyes at the smug look on lara's face before pushing past her, clearly embarrassed. she followed suit, speed walking to match your long strides with her bar still in hand. "seriously though, just one 'yes' from you and i can hook you up with somebody."
you let out a chuckle, scanning your campus id to enter through a door that was opposite to where lara was headed. "with one of your little sorority friends? no offense, but that's the lowest of the low."
"hey!"
"well, not you!" you were quick to clarify, all to the fact that lara was probably the only girl in Alpha Chi Omega whose room didn't stink of sex and sweat every other night. "just, don't talk about this."
"well then, let me ask you to start locking your door. it could've been yoonchae that walked in!"
it was funny, really, using sorority girls as an insult to your sexual morals, and yet you now found yourself hovering over the vice president of a sorority, completely naked. it set you in a short trance, quick to break from it only shortly after megan had rested her hands on your waist again. she was waiting for you to make a move, not complicit to the idea of having to repeat herself to someone of your character who was so obedient.
you let out a short breath, gripping the base of your dick to keep yourself aligned with megan before pushing in, eyes locked on hers with no intent of breaking contact. you watched how, with only the tip in, her mouth grew more agape by the second until you were halfway in and her eyes began to scrunch up. "keep going?" it was a simple ask that you didn't bat an eye at, but it had megan nodding profusely, and so you continued until you found yourself in an unfamiliar position—balls deep inside the vice president of the most popular sorority on campus.
"n-now... oh, fuck," the stretch that megan felt was delicious, one that had her salivating like a dog seeing meat. it was a new experience for her, feeling a stretch of pain and pleasure that she wouldn't admit to you even later, but it had her mind reeling in ways like never before. she knew that you were painfully hard, seeing the relief of finally being inside of her etched on your heavenly face, and yet you held back and continued to while you remained in her control.
it was something she adored.
megan steadied her breath, hands still locked on your hips, and her fingertips began to dig into your skin. "rock your hips back and forth. just like your fingers, don't pull out all the way." and so you followed, feeling the pull of her hands starting to guide you. your own hands remained on her thighs, plushy and smooth skin twitching underneath your fingertips, all the while you began to feel immense pleasure from a mere thrust.
you pulled back until your tip remained inside before pushing back in, feeling her slick walls warm your cock and grip you so well that it felt like heaven connecting your pelvis to hers again. "feels good, yeah?" megan was quick to laugh at the ecstasy etched on your face, eyes nearly crammed shut and your mouth let out shameless pants that you tried your hardest not to convert to moans.
you followed the motions from your fingers before, thrusting your hips forward and back in a steady pace that didn't break megan's barriers, but one that was embarrassingly quick to already start sending you over the edge. you should've figured that you wouldn't last long, fingertips beginning to dig crescent-shaped indents into megan's thighs, and your shameless pants turning into shameful whimpers as you tried to control the way your hips began to stutter.
"faster, baby, and hold it." megan's voice was high, a moan threatening to escape the depths of her throat from the steady pace you set, but she wanted more. she wanted more of your cock rubbing her walls deliciously and to see the struggle you'd endure from trying not to ejaculate inside of her. her commands made you whine, a noise that the girl enjoyed hearing a little too much, but you still followed through.
your pace grew faster, hips choosing to slam your dick into her cervix because you were unfamiliar with differentiating 'faster' from 'harder' and ended up doing both. but megan didn't mind it one bit, finding pleasure in the sudden rough pacing you set and forcing herself to capture her words from begging you to keep it up. your body had leaned forward, resting on top of megan's, and soon finding your bodies intimately intertwined.
this time was so much different from her other times. megan's had it rough before, but it was the painful kind of rough where the guy was doing it for his mere pleasure, then proceeding to get annoyed when she'd stop them because she couldn't get wet at all. megan was soaked when it came to you; however, with slick coating her inner thighs and all over your crotch. she was supposed to be the dominant one—the one in control of you and what you did—but with every thrust she endured, she could feel her care for dominance start to slip away.
the sounds ringing out in the room were beyond dirty. a mix of squelching sounds from your thrusts into her cunt, the pathetic gasps and whines you were letting out, and megan's mewls of pleasure and high-pitched yelps could be heard from a mile radius of the room. the only way megan's fellow sorority sisters could be oblivious to what was happening by this point is if they had earplugs in.
your hips were twitching like crazy by this point, your mind fogged with the feeling of megan's cunt so warm and drenched around you that you didn't care about embarrassment or noises anymore; it became evident with your desperate whines into the crook of her neck about how good she felt with your broad arms wrapped securely around her torso.
"megan... p-please." you had no shame in begging her. your muscles grew tired from holding yourself back from releasing, voluntarily edging yourself just until the girl below you could reach her own high. you continued on, "i can't hold it any longer."
"rub my clit, baby." she removed one of your arms that was secured around her, grabbing your hand with urgency and cramming it down into the space between you two. the feeling of your warm fingers rubbing her clit sent a jolt down her spine, and the small pit of heat that bellowed at the small of her stomach began to burn like crazy.
either way, it felt good. and she was getting closer.
"just like th- yes, fuck!" the coil in megan's stomach began to grow tighter with every rub of her clit from your fingers and every thrust of your cock right into her g-spot, and soon enough, the flat of her hands that rested on your back turned into arched fingers with nails digging deep crescent shapes that broke skin.
"don't stop, don't stop, do-" the coil within megan finally snapped, her vision blurring to stars and her hands scraping down your back, leaving claw marks. the signals—those of which were megan letting out the loudest ear-piercing moan and her cunt painfully squeezing your cock—were enough to send you toppling over the edge.
megan was in shock, coming down from arguably the best orgasm she's ever experienced, only to feel herself fill up with a new feeling. she calculated your groans into her neck, the way they prolonged even after her own high had already calmed. "megan..."
and that's when it struck her. that full feeling was of you—your cum, specifically—shooting into her in long, thick white ropes that painted her walls white with stickiness. your cheeks burned red from where your face remained in the crook of her neck, the intensity of the situation coming to a calm, and you found yourself in a state of embarrassment once more. you figured megan would do the same as your past hookup did before, push you off of her and freak out—maybe even kick you out.
however, megan? even with your cock still inside her, it felt like a filthy, sweaty paradise to have your cum slowly leaking out of her cunt while you were still deep inside, relishing a complete orgasm. she let out a breathy giggle, then another, while rubbing her hand over the blood-red claw marks she etched into your back, making you wince.
you made your move to push yourself up and pull your dick out of her, but megan was quick to stop you. she pushed you back down into the same position, your body lay over hers, and your face deep into her neck. "'mph, not yet." because she liked the feeling of being full of you, quite literally.
you didn't fight it—your orgasms usually took the soul out of you—and so you lay there in a pool of sweat and cum, falling victim to megan's manicured left hand soothing over your scalp and the other running along your back. it wasn't until you got your thoughts in order that reality truly struck you.
you were just taught how to have sex by the vice president of the university's most popular sorority, and now you were lying snug on top of her as she almost cradled you to sleep.
that was enough to get you up.
you were careful, though, as to pull out of her, and apologize for the wince she made when you pulled out completely. megan was sinfully stuffed with your cum, and though you looked away in shame, the girl herself couldn't be more content. "i don't know why you're ashamed."
"it's nasty."
"it's natural bodily fluid, there's nothing nasty about that." megan shot back, pulling you back to her once more to connect your lips, both stained with saliva, but megan didn't mind the sloppiness this time around. it gave you the chance to really look at her, to determine how she was thinking and how she was feeling. and instead of that sly grin that told you she got what she wanted, she shot you with a smile.
...
you hadn't talked to megan since that night, now two weeks ago, because you simply thought it was over. despite the intimacy of it all—the kisses she initiated, the way she held you close, and how she was the one to give you aftercare that night voluntarily—you hadn't texted her, and she hadn't done so either. "one and done," you told yourself, fearing that you overestimated the emotion of her actions when they meant nothing.
the girls did, in fact, become aware of what happened that night, lara shooting you texts the next morning teasing you relentlessly about it, and you didn't fail to notice the casual stare of sophia on you while you walked into the library for a study session, or the faint giggles of daniela and manon as you walked past them one morning on your way to class.
truth be told, however, megan couldn't get you out of her mind. she didn't have the advantage of your tutor position anymore, having failed professor murone's statistics exam and therefore had you removed as her tutor. she didn't make any progress either, seeing as she spent her time in his lectures staring at the back of your head while you actually did your work.
it was only seven p.m. on a saturday. you were waiting in your dorm room for yoonchae to come back from a night lab for a spiderman movie marathon, much to the koreans' dismay, when you got the message. you picked up your phone when you heard the ding, thinking it was yoonchae, when you read off megan's contact name instead.
the message was light, with no suggestive tones or emojis to indicate anything more than an extended hand asking for help, but you knew better. and unfortunately, you knew that not caving in would soon be regretted.
sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.
and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.
so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.
one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.
# sophia’s solo live
sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.
without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”
user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT
you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.
she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).
“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.
“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.
“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.
“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”
she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.
her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.
she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.
you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.
user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭
user03 sophia hands where we can see them
user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK
# manon’s solo live
user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??
manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.
”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“
she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.
user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????
user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one
user04 y/n smokes?
between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.
“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”
as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.
“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.
you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.
“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”
“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.
you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.
she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.
“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”
user05 earth to manon
user06 right in front of my salad…
# daniela’s solo live
daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.
“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”
she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.
the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.
you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”
daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.
“damn, mami.”
her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.
user01 IS THAT Y/N???
user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen
user03 y/n looks sooo bf today
she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.
“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.
her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”
you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.
before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.
“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.
user04 get a room PLEASE
user05 i just know they get freaky as hell
user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US
”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”
”need company?”
she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.
“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.
# megan’s solo live
megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.
“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”
she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.
“this is… new.”
“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.
she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.
“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.
user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK
user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO
you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.
“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”
a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.
“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”
you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”
she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.
she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.
user03 my dream necklace 💗
user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless
“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.
the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.
“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.
the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.
user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!
user06 my mein/n heart <3
# lara’s solo live
“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”
lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.
user01 she loves her mascs wbk
user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance
user03 another loss for the fems :(
she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.
she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”
“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.
“oh, word?”
lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.
you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.
lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
user04 HELLO??
user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg
user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…
“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”
you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.
“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.
you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”
you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.
you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.
“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”
that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.
user07 no guys they just have deep friend love
user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????
“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.
“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”
lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.
with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.
user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY
a/n :: just happened to hit 200 followers as i was making this, so guess you can consider it a special! i got so carried away with this one 😵💫😵💫
megan was an absolute vision on that stage, a force of nature that commanded every single eye in the room. she had always been breathtaking, but there was something visceral about the way she performed— a raw, oozing confidence that radiated from her every movement while performing in front of fans and the outfits that left little to nothing to the imagination. every every curve on display created an agonising tension in the pit of your stomach, fueling a primal urge to simply reach out and tear those skimpy pieces of clothing right off her body.
but you held back, you could control yourself, you had to. a sex scandal was the last thing anyone wanted. so you played the part of the composed partner, though internally, you were fraying at the edges.
“y/n?” the sound of her voice snapped you back to reality. you realised you had been staring intently at the curve of her back for a few seconds too long. megan had turned around, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity, tilting her head as she looked at you. “you good? you looked like you were in another dimension.”
you licked your lips, your gaze traveling slowly up from her legs to her eyes. you swallowed hard, the air in the kitchen feeling suddenly thick and heavy. the restraint you'd maintained all night snapped in a single moment of daring. “can i eat you out?” you asked, your voice low and lustfilled.
megan’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. a deep, crimson blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. she instinctively glanced around the room; the bathroom was far from the ideal setting for such an act, megan much preferred lying down. but as she looked back down at you, she saw the hunger in your eyes. you looked like you were seconds away from begging, and the sheer intensity of your desire sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. she felt a sudden, heavy dampness between her thighs, her own longing mirroring yours.
a small, breathless smile tugged at her lips. “yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible. the moment the permission left her lips, you jumped up, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. you crashed your lips against hers in a kiss that was less of a thank you and more of a claim, desperate and hungry. megan groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your shoulders as she leaned into the heat of you.
your hands moved frantically, grabbing the hem of her cropped top and pulling it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the tiled floor. without breaking the kiss, you guided her forward before turning her around and pressing her down against the cool, hard surface of the bathroom counter.
megan let out a soft gasp as her palms slapped against the granite, her body stretching out before you. you trailed a line of searing kisses down the nape of her neck, moving slowly down the sensitive skin of her spine. as your lips pressed into the small of her back, megan let out a sharp moan, her back arching instinctively, pressing her hips back against you in a silent plea for more.
you didn't stop at the small of her back. you continued your descent, your lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin, savoring the way she shivered under your touch. every kiss was a deliberate, slow torture that had her gripping the edge of the granite counter so hard her knuckles turned white in anticipation. you could hear her breathing becoming erratic, those shallow, needy gasps that told you she was getting hornier with each second that passed.
as you reached the swell of her hips, you paused for a heartbeat, feeling the heat radiating off her. with one swift motion, you gripped the waistband of her grey sweatpants and panties, pulling them both down in one fluid tug. the fabric slid down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air of the kitchen and the heat of your gaze.
the sight of her from behind was almost too much to handle. she looked like a masterpiece, her skin glowing under the dim kitchen lights. without warning, you leaned in and sank your teeth into one of her ass cheeks, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. megan let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, her body jolting forward against the counter. at the same time, your hand wandered to her other cheek, fondling her firmly, kneading the plush skin in a way that made her hips sway uncontrollably.
“shhh,” you whispered against her skin, your voice thick with your lust. “don’t hold back. i wanna hear you. let me hear exactly how much you want this.”
megan let out a broken sob of desire, her head dropping as she leaned her forehead against the cold wall. “please,” she whimpered, “please, y/n.”
that was all the invitation you needed. you shifted your position, sliding down until you were kneeling behind her. you parted her slightly, the scent of her arousal hitting you like a wave, intoxicating and sweet. you didn't hesitate; you dove in, your tongue finding her center with a sudden, fierce vigour.
megan moaned, the sound echoing through the quiet house as you began to eat her out from behind. you were relentless, using a combination of broad strokes and kitten licks that had her whiny above you. she was shaking now, her legs trembling as she tried to keep her balance on the counter. every flick of your tongue sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her, and she began to moan loudly, no longer caring who might hear through thin walls.
you could feel the tension building in her muscles, the way she was pulsing against you. you increased the pace, your breath hot against her skin, determined to push her over the edge. megan’s cries turned into incoherent pleas, her fingers scratching at the countertop as she arched her back one last time, her entire body convulsing in a powerful, crashing orgasm that left her breathless and clinging to the counter for dear life.
even as megan’s body shuddered from the first peak, you didn't pull away. you stayed right there, your tongue continuing its rhythmic, relentless dance against her sensitive skin. at first you kept licking at her clit to help her ride through her orgasm, but as time passed you began to speed back up. she was completely overstimulated now, her nerves raw and firing with every tiny movement you made.
a small, shaky cry escaped her as she tried to shift, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “y/n- fuck. i can’t- it’s too much,” she whimpered, though her words were contradicted by the way her hips continued to roll.
you didn't listen. you wanted her completely undone. you pressed closer, your face buried deep between her thighs, and as she instinctively pushed back against you in a desperate search for friction, your nose nudged firmly against her entrance. the sensation of the pressure, combined with the wet heat of your tongue, sent a new wave of intensity crashing over her.
you leaned into the assault, increasing the speed and pressure. you were driving her toward a second, even more violent peak. megan’s hands were sliding across the granite, her fingers searching for anything to cling tightly to until she gripped the edges of the sink bowl as she began to tremble violently. she was trapped between the hard counter and your hungry mouth, with nowhere to go but deeper into the pleasure.
her moans began to shift, losing their depth and turning into high-pitched, frantic keens that filled the bathroom. she was practically sobbing now, her voice reaching a pitch of pure ecstasy that sounded almost like a scream. she began to thrash, her heels lifting off the floor as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the pressure of your nose and tongue.
the tension reached a breaking point. megan let out one final, piercing cry, her back arching so sharply it looked like she might snap, and suddenly, she came. a powerful surge of release flooded over you, her body convulsing as she squirted, the warmth of her climax soaking into your skin. she collapsed forward onto the counter, her chest heaving and her muscles twitching, completely spent and utterly conquered by your hunger.
you stayed there for a moment, breathing in the scent of her and the aftermath of her release, before you began to move. you didn't just pull away quickly, you started a slow, worshipful ascent back up her body. your lips pressed into her skin, leaving warm, lingering kisses on the backs of her thighs and the curve of her hips.
“you were so fucking perfect,” you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with praise. “so loud f’me, so wet. you took every bit of it, didn't you? god, you're incredible, megan.”
the praise seemed to melt whatever was left of her resistance. she let out a soft, shaky sigh, her body still humming from the intensity of the orgasm. you continued your journey upward, kissing each vertebra of her spine, your words a constant stream of adoration that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
carefully, you gripped her waist and guided her to turn around. she was a mess, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and small, glistening tears of pleasure clinging to her eyelashes. your heart softened at the sight of her vulnerability. you reached up, your thumbs gently brushing away the tears from her cheeks, your gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch all over again.
without a word, you leaned in and pulled her back into a deep, searing kiss. as your tongues met, megan let out a low moan. the taste of her own arousal was still present on your lips and tongue, and the intimacy of it— the raw, salty sweetness of her climax— sent a fresh shiver of desire through her. she melted into you, her arms winding tightly around your neck as if she were afraid you might disappear.
when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and reeling, megan’s gaze drifted downward. she blinked, noticing the state of you. your shirt was clung to your neck, damp and stained from her release, and several strands of your hair were glistening with her slick. a look of guilt crossed her face, and she bit her lip, looking up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “oh my god, y/n,” she whispered, her voice still raspy. “look at you... i’m so sorry. i completely ruined your clothes.”
you smiled and kissed her nose, making her scrunch it up. “it’s okay, nothing the washing machine can’t fix,” she hummed, playing with a dry strand of your hair. “round two in the shower?”
Their reaction when you interrupt them in the middle of an argument...with a kiss on the lips.
katseye ot5 x female reader
tags: fluff, katseye being whipped for their gf
warnings: suggestive
divider creds: @uzmacchiato
a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 🎁
MANON BANNERMAN
“So let me get this straight,” Manon started, pausing as she pulled her brows together in a very serious, almost disbelieving way. “You watched the second movie of Wicked. In the theater.”
You swallowed hard. With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was preparing to judge every word that came out of your mouth, you felt genuinely confused. Was this really such a big deal?
You shifted awkwardly on the couch and nodded anyway. Manon blinked once, then just stared at you, her expression slowly turning into something between shock and disappointment.
“Without me.”
You nodded again, and that was clearly the final straw. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose like you had just confessed to committing some kind of unforgivable crime, and you immediately felt the need to defend yourself.
“Look, I didn’t even know my friends were planning to watch that movie,” you said quickly, trying to explain. “I went to the theater with them thinking we were going to see something else. I couldn’t exactly back out once they got excited about it.”
“Y/n, you know that’s my favorite movie,” she snapped at last, planting her hands firmly on her hips. “We talked about watching it together. I was really looking forward to seeing it with you.”
“Then we can just watch it again,” you replied, a little too easily. Manon turned away from you immediately, sulking like she’d been personally wronged. She let out an exaggerated scoff and shook her head, pacing a few steps away, her hands moving as if the unfairness of the situation was physically bothering her.
“No, because it won’t be the same,” she argued, her voice rising the way it always did when she started overthinking. “You already know the songs, the story, the surprises, all of it. I was supposed to look over at you during the emotional scenes and see your reaction when-”
She cut herself off, clicking her tongue in frustration. “Actually, forget it. You already saw everything.”
You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Manon, babe-”
“Don’t call me that,” she shot back instantly, though there wasn’t much real anger in it. She turned to face you again, brows pulled together. “Babe, this was our thing. You know that Wicked movie nights are basically sacred to me.”
“Oh wow,” you laughed despite yourself, especially since she used the same nickname she told you not to use just now. You stood up from the couch and walked toward her slowly, trying to calm her down and smooth things over.
“I didn’t even want to watch it in the first place. I swear,” you said quickly. “I got peer pressured.”
“Peer pressured?” Manon repeated, immediately placing a hand over her chest in exaggerated offense, like everything suddenly made sense to her. “So your friends have more influence over you than your own girlfriend? Wow. That’s actually insane. Good to know.”
“Manon-”
“I literally told Dani I was keeping that weekend free because I wanted to watch it with you,” she continued, clearly not done. “I had a whole plan. I was gonna buy popcorn. The big bucket. I was fully prepared to get emotional and cry over Elphaba and Galinda’s gay-ass friendship. And you just… took that experience away from me.”
“I did not take it away from you,” you replied, half laughing and half exhausted. “You’re still gonna cry. You cry during movie trailers.”
“That’s not the point,” she muttered, folding her arms again and angling her body away from you like she was shielding her wounded pride. “Like I already said, it just won’t feel special anymore.”
She kept going after that, something about the vibes being ruined, about how long she’d waited for the sequel, about how betrayal never comes from enemies but from the people you trust the most. She was fully committed to the drama.
You watched her for a moment, her voice slowly blending into that familiar background noise you’d grown fond of. She was being ridiculous. Completely over the top. And somehow, unbearably cute. Cute enough that you suddenly had the urge to kiss her just to shut her up.
“Manon,” you said softly, a warning in your tone, but she talked right over you.
“And you know how I feel about shared first experiences. That’s like-”
You grabbed her face and kissed her.
It was abrupt enough to cut her off mid-sentence, her lips freezing for a split second before instinct kicked in. Her arms dropped from her chest, hands hovering awkwardly before settling at your waist.
The kiss was both slow and affectionate, just enough to stop the argument, just enough to say you were done going back and forth.
When you pulled away, her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, her brain clearly lagging.
“Babe,” she breathed out, disbelief all over her face. “Did you seriously just try to shut me up by kissing me?”
You smiled innocently, lifting a brow as you noticed the faint pink still coloring her cheeks. You couldn’t help the amusement bubbling in your chest.
“It worked though, didn’t it?”
She stared at you for another second before suddenly leaning in, her lips crashing into yours this time less gentle and a lot rougher. You let out a small squeak of surprise when she lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist so you wouldn’t fall.
As she carried you toward the bedroom, the kiss broke briefly so you could both breathe. You laughed softly, catching the way her eyes lingered on your lips, the earlier frustration completely gone, replaced by something that made your stomach flip.
Before you could try to figure her out, she leaned in again, kissing you like she’d already made up her mind and there was no discussion left to be had. Her thumb brushed against your hip absentmindedly, possessive in that gentle way she had when she wanted you close.
“Manon,” you murmured when she pulled back just enough for air, your noses brushing.
“Mm?”
“You were literally in the middle of ranting about how I betrayed you.”
She kissed the corner of your mouth casually, completely unfazed by the sudden shift. “I’ve decided to drop the case. Charges dismissed.”
“Oh? Just like that?”
She nudged you backward onto the bed. “I realized there are much more important things to focus on right now.”
“Like what?”
She hovered over you for a moment, her hair falling forward, her expression soft and mischievous at the same time.
“Like the beautiful woman right in front of me.”
SOPHIA LAFORTEZA
“You slept on the bed with your shoes on. Again.”
There it was. That sharp and serious tone which was full of authority. You felt yourself tense immediately, knowing exactly what was coming: a full-on lecture from your girlfriend.
“I’m sorry, okay?” you said with a long sigh, leaning back against the headboard. “I was hungover and couldn’t think straight. And when I’m this tired, I just… I can’t even bring myself to untie my shoelaces.”
“Mahal…” She trailed off, letting out a weary groan as she facepalmed. “I thought I already told you how much it bothers me when you wear shoes inside the house. They should be on the shoe rack before you step any further in.”
You raised an eyebrow. “The same way I find it disturbing when people put pineapples on pizza?”
“In my defense, that’s fine. I eat Hawaiian pizza sometimes,” she shot back, matter-of-fact, before shaking her head. “But that’s not the point. We’re not changing topics here.”
Her arms crossed over her chest, lips pressed into that thin line she always wore when she was determined to stand her ground. That look said it all: she had rehearsed this speech in her head long before she said a word.
“You can’t just keep doing this,” Sophia continued, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe it. “You apologize, then you joke, then act like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal to me.”
You let out a dramatic sigh. “They’re just shoes.”
“They’re outside shoes,” she corrected instantly. “They touch sidewalks. Public bathrooms. Floors I don’t even want to think about. And then you put them on the bed. The bed we sleep on.”
“I clean the sheets after, though…” you mumbled defensively.
“That’s not the point either,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she were about to burst. “You drag in everything from outside. Dirt, germs-”
Before she could finish her sentence, you leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her lips, stopping her cold.
Her words died instantly, cut off so suddenly it was almost amusing. Her eyes widened for a brief moment before she pulled back, clearly caught off guard and flustered by the interruption.
“Mahal,” she began, brows drawing together in confusion and mild frustration. “Were you even listening to what I was saying-”
You kissed her again.
This time, it lingered just a bit longer that it was enough to make her breathe in sharply through her nose. When you pulled away, she stared at you like she was desperately trying to remember why she’d been upset in the first place.
“I'm being serious,” she said, trying to sound firm, though the sharpness in her voice had dulled. “You can’t just interrupt me every time you-”
Your fingers curled gently into the fabric of her shirt as you leaned in once more, pressing your lips to hers with quiet insistence. Sophia let out a small, annoyed sound against your mouth, but it betrayed her far more than she intended.
She attempted to pull away, tried to keep the lecture going, but her body gave her away first. Her hands settled at your waist, holding you steady instead of pushing you back.
“I’m still upset,” she murmured, breath warm against your lips, stubborn even now.
“Yeah,” you whispered softly, brushing a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “and you still love me anyway.”
She let out a quiet huff, her forehead dropping to rest against yours.
“I really do,” she admitted, voice lower now, gentler, giving in despite herself. Her shoulders relaxed without her meaning to.
“…Just take them off next time,” she muttered, the edge completely gone from her voice and replaced with something almost pleading. “Please?”
You smiled widely. “Yes, ma’am.”
Finally, her resolve crumbled and she found herself giggling softly because that bold move you did just now made her feel butterflies in her stomach. She buried her face against your shoulder, arms wrapping around you to keep you there while you kissed her hair, feeling entirely victorious.
“It’s really hard to stay mad at you...”
DANIELA AVANZINI
“Oh my god,” she breathed out, staring at the small scrape just above the wheel of her car like it personally offended her. “oh my god.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, shoulders stiff as guilt settled deep in your chest. She loved and trusted you enough to let you borrow her car, and now this had happened on your watch. Of all times to mess up, it had to be now.
“Amor, how did this even happen?” she asked carefully like she was trying really hard not to lose it.
You threw your hands up as you started explaining, hoping and praying that this wouldn’t somehow turn into a breakup-level argument.
“There was this motorcycle that suddenly cut right in front of me, okay? I didn’t even see him at first. I tried cussing him out, I swear. Like, really tried. But he just ignored it and kept going.”
She crouched slightly to look at the scrape again, wincing like it physically hurt her to see. She sucked in a sharp breath, jaw tight, brows pulled together in clear distress.
“Still,” she said, straightening up, “you have to be more careful! You know how important my car is to me.”
She turned to face you fully then, arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes were sharp, but not mean. Beneath the frustration shower real concern that cut through her irritation.
“I trusted you with my car,” Daniela continued, going on and on. “I don’t get upset over nothing. That car isn’t just some piece of metal to me. You know that.”
“I know,” you replied quickly, stepping closer to her. “And I’m really sorry. I mean it. I wasn’t being reckless, I swear. I just…”
She cut you off, her frown deepening. “I’m not saying you did it on purpose. I’m saying it scared me.”
That hit harder than any scolding could have. You paused for a brief moment, then decided to act.
You closed the distance and kissed her. You did it carefully, like you were afraid of pushing her the wrong way. Your eyes stayed half-open, watching her expression closely.
Daniela froze for exactly one breath. Then she let out a slow exhale through her nose, and you could see the tension slowly leaving her shoulders, even if her jaw was still set. When you pulled back, her gaze stayed locked on you, dark and focused, like she was recalculating everything.
“…You’re not slick,” she said quietly, voice getting noticeably softer.
You gave a small smile. “I wasn’t trying to be.”
She uncrossed her arms, one hand coming up to rest on your wrist where it lingered near her waist. Her thumb brushed against your skin once, absentminded.
“I’m still annoyed,” she added.
“Mhm.”
“And I still have to get my car fixed.”
“I’ll go with you,” you offered. “For all of it.”
She held your gaze for another second, then leaned in just enough to press a quick kiss back to your lips. She glanced at the scrape again, sighed, then looked back at you, shaking her head slightly.
“God,” she muttered, “I really do love you. Even when you stress me out.”
You shrugged, though inside you promised yourself you’d be extra careful from now on. “Especially then.”
She scoffed softly, but the corner of her mouth lifted anyway. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close, her nose brushing against yours like nothing bad had happened at all.
“Alright, mami,” she began with a suggestive look. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me now.”
LARA RAJ
Strangely enough, your girlfriend had been acting distant lately. Her replies were short and brief. Her smiles felt forced whenever she was around you, and during movie nights, she didn’t snuggle up or lean in like she normally would.
You couldn’t quite put your finger on why. She didn’t exactly pull away when you tried to get close, but she also didn’t lean in or return your warmth in any meaningful way. It left you feeling like you were grasping at shadows.
Finally, after days of stewing over it and being unable to shake the fear that she might be pulling away for some unknown reason, you decided it was time to confront her.
“Lara, we need to talk,” you said bluntly, standing in front of her with your arms crossed. You were in pajamas, wearing one of her oversized shirts, one sleeve slipping off your shoulder, a detail you knew would make her glance up from her phone.
The corner of her mouth twitched, feigning confusion while keeping up a mask of indifference.
“Pretty sure there’s nothing to talk about.”
You felt a twinge of frustration at her cold dismissal, especially when she immediately returned her attention to her phone. With a quick motion, you snatched it from her hands, forcing her to finally look at you.
Lara exhaled sharply, her eyes darkening as she finally focused on you. She didn’t look angry exactly, but she was guarded, tense, and clearly on edge.
“Give it back,” she said flatly.
“No,” you answered just as firmly, clutching the phone to your chest. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting like I’m invisible.”
“I said give it back, Y/n,” she repeated, her tone sharper this time.
You didn’t budge, and silence stretched between you both. The only sounds were the low hum of the air conditioning and your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.
Lara leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms, mirroring your stance in a way that felt defensive.
“You’re imagining things,” she muttered under her breath, a soft frown pulling at her features.
“I’m not,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “You don’t look at me the same anymore. You barely talk to me. And don’t even get me started on movie nights. You sit there like I’m just a… background character.”
Her lips pressed together. For a second, you thought she’d brush you off again. But then she scoffed quietly, shaking her head as if annoyed at herself.
“Do you have any idea,” she began, “how often you talk about her?”
Your brows furrowed together, completely confused on what she's talking about you. “Talk about who?”
She laughed bitterly, and there was no humor in it. “Don’t do that. Obviously I meant Sophia. The way you light up when you mention her. The clips, the streams, the ‘she’s so perfect’ this and that.” Her eyes flicked up to you, sharp now. “You make it sound like you’d drop everything if she even looked at you.”
That caught you off guard. “Lara, it's not what you think-”
“I know it’s stupid,” she cut in quickly, rubbing a hand over her face. “I know she’s literally my coworker and my best friend, and it’s not real. But it still gets under my skin, okay? Hearing my own girlfriend gush about someone else like that.”
Something in her tone cracked then, revealing what she’d been trying to hide. Jealousy, insecurity, and the fear of losing you.
You stepped closer without really thinking about it, your grip on her phone loosening as your voice softened.
“You could’ve just talked to me about it,” you reassured gently. “I’m with you. Not her.”
She looked up at you again, eyes searching your face like she was trying to find any sign of doubt, any crack in your words. “You say that, but-”
You didn’t let her finish. You leaned down and kissed her deeply, the kind of kiss that stole the rest of her sentence straight from her lips.
For a brief second, she didn’t respond, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Then instinct took over. Her hand lifted, fingers curling into the back of your hair like she needed something solid to hold onto.
You were about to pull away, thinking you’d made your point, but she didn’t give you the chance. With the hand still tangled in your hair, she pulled your head forward, forcing you into another kiss, harder this time. She nipped at your lips, deepening the kiss, claiming your mouth like she had something to prove.
A soft, surprised sound slipped out of you, mixed with pleasure.
“Lara-” you breathed, but she ignored it completely. She tugged you down beside her, guiding you until you were lying back and she was hovering over you, fully in control.
When she finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. She looked down at you with those half-lidded, intimidating eyes that always sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your lips were slightly swollen from the kiss.
“So you’re only mine, huh?” she said thoughtfully, a faint, soft smirk curling at her lips, edged with something cold. “Too bad, babe.”
She leaned in just enough to make your breath hitch.
“You’re gonna have to prove that to me.”
MEGAN SKIENDIEL
Most of the time, she was the one getting in trouble with you. She’d flop dramatically onto the couch, pout the moment you called her out for doing something dumb or careless, and then spend the rest of the time apologizing and trying to make it up to you.
But today, the roles had completely flipped.
You were carefully setting the final three blocks on top of the Jenga tower, fully focused on not letting the whole thing collapse. Megan had been the one who insisted you play the game she bought specifically for the two of you, and eventually, you gave in.
Then suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps approaching fast. She came stomping toward you, each step hurried and loud, running over like she had just walked into a crime scene.
“Y/n!” she gasped, eyes wide. “I think someone broke into our house earlier when we went shopping at Target!”
You froze mid-movement and slowly raised a brow, turning to look at her panicked face. “What are you talking about?”
Megan started pacing back and forth, clearly spiraling, and the way she was panicking made your own heartbeat pick up. If she was this stressed, then surely something important must’ve gone missing.
‘Oh no… did the necklace I was planning to give her for our anniversary get stolen?'
The thought hit you all at once, dread creeping in and making your stomach twist.
Finally, she stopped in front of you, face full of fear, and blurted out, “The last slice of lasagna I saved for myself is gone from the fridge!”
Oh.
So that was the so-called emergency.
You snorted before you could stop yourself and immediately tried to cover up your laugh when she shot you a sharp, offended look, clearly upset that you weren’t taking her seriously.
“I’m being serious!” she whined, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, disappointment written all over her face. “I was saving it to eat when we got home, and now it’s just gone. What if there’s a rat in our house or something?”
Funny enough, if there was a rat, it might as well have been you because what she didn’t know was that you’d eaten the last slice earlier while she was still upstairs changing clothes.
You cleared your throat and avoided her gaze, which immediately made Megan raise an eyebrow. A second later, realization dawned on her face.
Her expression shifted from worried to betrayed.
“Y/n…” she started, and you instantly stiffened, words getting caught in your throat.
“...What?”
She narrowed her eyes like a detective closing in on a suspect, uncrossing her arms and letting them drop to her sides. “You were the one who ate it, weren’t you?”
You stayed silent for a moment, trying to hold your ground, but when she started staring at you like a hawk, you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d lose.
“Come on, babe. We can just-”
She cut you off with a sharp gasp, pointing an accusatory finger that made you flinch and shut your mouth instantly. “So you did steal it! How could you!?”
You pressed your lips together, amused by her over-the-top reaction but secretly finding it adorable. Her dramatic, almost childish responses were part of why being with her was so entertaining.
“I was hungry too, just like you,” you said carefully, still keeping your eyes on hers. “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s just order another lasagna, okay?”
“No, no need…” Megan said, though she wasn’t actually crying. She covered her face with her hands, turning slightly toward you, overacting like you’d committed some grand betrayal. “I’ve had enough of your treachery.”
Her theatrics made you smile faintly. Even with moments like this, she’d always come back to cling to you as if nothing had happened.
With that in mind, you stood up and walked toward her slowly.
“Baby…”
The soft tone of your voice made her stiffen a little. It was almost cooing, and it made her melt on the inside, though she tried to stay stubborn by keeping her eyes away from you.
When you reached her, you gently pulled her hands away from her face, finally revealing her sulky, averted gaze and her lips that were slightly pouted.
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She melted immediately, returning the kiss with a slightly awkward enthusiasm, arms wrapping around you as if she never wanted to let go.
“Still mad?” you asked softly, a chuckle escaping you. Pulling back slightly, you noticed her frozen expression, lips parted, cheeks already flushed from the kiss.
She exhaled slowly, turning her head away just enough to look away, but not enough to put any distance between you.
in which you, fed up with dating rumours with men, start your own with your best friend and group member, megan skiendiel chapter one: i love queerbating
content: seventh member!reader, fem!reader, omegaverse jokes, sub!megan jokes, yunjin (le sserafim) and james (cortis) mentioned, fake dating ss count: 5 note: new smau!! i hope you guys enjoy it <3
