you're just a gameboy
✧ pairing: g!p megan skiendiel x fem reader
your girlfriend is too busy playing her stupid video games to give you attention, but don't worry she is sure to make it up to you after.
✧ wc: 1.6k ✧ status: completed
✧ tags: mdni, smut, dom g!p meg, dry humping, established relationship, couch sex, praise, vivilvr smut debut i'm nerrvyyyy
♫ now playing: gameboy ♫
you sit beside megan on the couch, curled up with your knees against your chest. her face is lit by the flickering light of the tv in the otherwise darkened living room. her fingers fly across the controller as she leans forward, completely and utterly absorbed in her stupid game. you wait a minute, then lean your head on her shoulder.
nothing.
you let out a loud, exaggerated sigh.
still nothing.
so you shift again, sliding down until your head is practically in her lap. “hellooo?” you draw it out, stretching the word like a cartoon character.
“uh huh,” she mutters, eyes fixed on the game.
you frown. not enough. you poke her side once, then twice. then you start drumming your fingers on her thigh in a ridiculous little beat. “megannn~” you whine in your most dramatic voice. “meg… meimei..”
megan just bounces her leg up and down to flick your fingers off.
“stop, i'm about to win, it’s endgame.” she mutters out without breaking concentration. “ugh i need to find shield.”
that stings more than you want to admit. you move away from her and flop back against the cushions, crossing your arms. “damn okay.” you mumble.
it’s only when the screen displays ‘#1 victory royale’ that she finally sets the controller down. you don’t look at her right away, still pouting and still curled in your sulk. out of the corner of your eye you see her watching you with the goofiest smile, and when she speaks her voice is low, almost teasing.
“were you tryna distract me?”
you huff, not meeting her gaze. “maybe.”
she shifts closer, fingers brushing your chin until you’re forced to look at her. the glint in her eyes makes your stomach flip. “that’s cute,” she murmurs. it’s hard to stay mad at her when her eyes shine like that and her voice sounds like that.
before you can fire back a smart remark, her mouth is on yours. you melt into it instantly, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. her hand cups the back of your neck, guiding you closer, holding you in place as she deepens the kiss.
your earlier annoyance fizzles out, replaced by a rush of heat. she kisses you like she’s been holding back all night, like she’s reminding you all her attention is for you in this moment. when she finally pulls back, just an inch to look into your eyes, her breath is warm against your lips.
“better?” she asks softly, but it doesn’t feel like a question.
your answer is a needy little nod, and she smirks proud of herself before kissing you again. it’s slower this time as her tongue sneaks its way in. her hands are sure as they slip around and tug you firmly into her lap, leaving no room for distance and no room for doubt about what she wants. and no doubt about the way you can’t help but give in to it.
“let me make it up to you, let me give you my attention.”
“you wouldn't even look into my eyes like 3 minutes ago,” you huff out in annoyance, but your actions contrast your words. you push yourself further down into her lap, so your core is against her.
her grip on your waist tightens, as she inhales sharply and begins guiding your hips back and forth in a chase for friction.
you’re about to tease her for being so pushy, but she doesn’t give you the chance. her mouth claims yours again, rougher this time. her teeth grazing your lower lip before she kisses you deeply.
“you wanted this,” she murmurs between kisses, voice low and deliberate, “didn’t you?”
the way she says it makes your pulse trip. you grind into her faster as soft whimpers escape from your lips. she returns the action with just as much if not more energy.
“fuckkk, you’re needy tonight baby.” she moans, almost like she’s scolding you, but you know she likes it. her hands begin wandering under the hem of your shirt to trace the bare skin.
“megan…” you whisper, half a complaint and half a plea for her to do something more.
she tilts your chin so you’re forced to meet her gaze. the game, the silence, the sulking, it’s all vanished, just replaced with the intensity in both your eyes. “say what you want,” she orders softly, her tone stern but never unkind.
heat rushes through you, words caught in your throat, but she doesn’t seem to mind your stammer. megan lifts you off of her and pushes you down so you're laying down on the couch as she stands one knee on the couch between your legs, the other keeping her steady on the floor.
you look down to see the large imprint of her dick leading to a noticeable precum stain on her grey sweats. it was clearly begging to be let out and who were you to deny that?
she continues her command, noticing that you hadn't spoken, clearly too busy looking else where. “tell me.”
the room feels smaller and the air heavier. megan has you right where she wants you and she knows it.
“meg, i want you..” she begins palming her clothed bulge as she bites her lip in anticipation. “need you to fuck me.”
“good girl.” without a second to waste she leans down to connect your lips once more meanwhile her hands are at work slipping your shorts off. she pulls away to throw them somewhere across the room. you can feel the cool air of the room against your wetness.
“so pretty,” she whispers out admiring her view before reaching for the waistband of her sweats. megan pulls them down achingly slow. her eyes watch yours and your eyes watch the fabric slide down. her erection bounces out hitting her abs with a thud. you can't help but press your thighs together at the sight.
she chuckles, discarding of her clothing and aligning herself with your entrance. she drags her tip through your folds cover her cock in your slick. when it catches on your clit you cant help but moan. after a few more strokes the girl pushes her cock slowly inside allowing you to adjust to her size before she moves.
“how does that feel baby?” you can't produce any coherent strings of words right now so you just nod in response mumbling an “mhmm” as you feel her stretching you out.
she pulls out almost all the way only to thrust back in with force.
“AH! oh fuck~”
megan thrusts mercilessly, you can tell she'd been waiting for this moment. the feeling is amazing, slightly painful but in the best way. her fingers begin to rub your clit in circles.
thank god that her being a dancer means she has an amazing stamina. her thrusts barely falter even as she grunts and moans at the contact. the feeling of her shaft filling you up and the rubbing on your clit makes it feel like you're floating. one of your hands goes to cover your mouth as the other grips the cushion of the couch.
she reaches for your wrist roughly pulling the hand away from your mouth.
“dont do that mm, i wanna hear you, my pretty”
you do as she says the sounds of your moans and heavy breaths fills the room. she changes her angle grabbing both of your hips and pulling you into her as he thrust forward. the sensations make you scream. you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbours left a noise complaint; you were both so vocal.
you can feel that heat pool in your lower stomach, you clench around her and she knows well enough what means before you even speak.
“mei, im gonna..”
she pulls out after a few more thrusts to rub your clit quickly. this action takes you over the edge as your legs cramp up and your pussy squirts all over her dick. you whine pushing your thighs together but megan's hand still works at your clit riding you through your release. her other hand is busy stroking her dick up and down as she stares at you. her hips buck and her pace becomes unsteady, she shoots her load all over your stomach and the couch while moaning your name like a holy chant.
the fabric of the couch is left covered in a mess of a mix of both your juices. you stay laying down as she flops over to sit next to your body. you gather all your strength to sit up straight on the couch.
you look over at megan and shes already looking over at you with the cutest smile. the way her eyes crease and dimples pop out has you smiling back instantly.
“i'm sorry i didnt respond to you” she pouts.
you chuckle tiredly throwing your head back and closing your eyes “i think you made up for that already.”
a second passes then she speaks “hmm i dont think i did?” her tone causes you to snap open your eyes.
megan is up off the couch and on her knees between your legs. “hey if you win one round you gotta go for a round 2 right?”. she smirks up at you, her intense eyes meet yours.
