If I beg for nervous/shy!reader with hyperspermia and Megan, would you call me a slur 🥹✌️
˖ ࣪⊹ megan skiendiel x g!p reader
tags: virgin!reader / making out / hyperspermia / p in v / cumming inside / handjob / not proofread
a/n: yes 🥹✌️btw uh first fic in a while, sorry if this is a bit off from the quality of my other fics sighhhh also tumblr was so annoying while i was trying to post this i can’t
you were on megan’s bed, the sheets already a mess from how long you’d been tangled up in each other.
her mouth moved against yours, warm and unhurried, tongue sliding slow and deep like she wanted to savor every second.
one of her hands cradled the back of your neck, thumb brushing that sensitive spot behind your ear that always sent a shiver running through you. her other hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, fingers tracing lazy, teasing circles across your bare skin.
she still tasted like the cherry lip gloss she’d put on earlier— sweet and a little sticky on your tongue. every time she hummed softly into the kiss, your stomach did a full, dizzying flip.
you tried to keep up, but your brain was already fogging over. your hands stayed fisted tight in the front of her shirt, pulling her closer even though your bodies were already pressed flush together.
your heart hammered so loud you were sure she could feel it against her chest. everything felt too hot, too much, too good.
when her thigh slipped between yours snd pressed up just right, a tiny whimper slipped out against her lips before you could stop it.
megan pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and half-lidded, lips shiny. that slow, knowing smile spread across her face— the one that always made your cheeks burn.
“you okay?” she asked, voice low and a little breathy. “you’re shaking.”
you nodded way too fast, cheeks already burning. “yeah. yeah, just.. keep going.”
megan didn’t hesitate. she kissed you deeper, tongue curling against yours, while her hand slid lower.
her palm pressed flat to your stomach for a moment before dipping down further.
the instant her fingers brushed over the obvious bulge in your sweatpants, you jerked hard, a sharp breath catching in your throat.
you tried to pull away, mortified, but she just hummed softly into the kiss and kept her hand there, rubbing slow and gentle along your hard length
““mm. someone’s excited,” she murmured against your mouth, not teasing mean, just soft and warm like she was happy about it.
“been feeling you get hard for the last ten minutes. thought you were gonna say something.”
“i’m sorry— i didn’t mean for it to get like this—“
the words tumbled out shaky and too fast. your hands fumbled uselessly at the hem of your shirt, like you could somehow cover your lap
she tilted your chin up gently so you had to look at her. her thumb stroked your bottom lip.
“nothing to be sorry for. you’re allowed to get turned on, you know that, right?”
she kissed you again, softer this time, then rested her forehead against yours.
“want me to help you out?”
your breath hitched. you nodded quickly, before you could overthink it, hips twitching up against her palm on their own. megan smiled and kissed the corner of your mouth.
“good. lie back for me, baby.”
you sank back against the mattress, megan swung a leg over one of your thighs, her top riding up to reveal a strip of smooth stomach. she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down just enough.
your cock sprang free, heavy and aching, already leaking steadily at the tip, flushed dark from how long you’d been hard. megan let out a soft breath, eyes wide for a second.
“fuck, look at you,” she murmured, voice low. “so pretty and hard already.”
her fingers wrapped around the base, warm and soft, and you nearly bucked off the bed. a broken whine tore out of you before you could stop it.
“shh, easy,” she cooed, stroking you slowly from base to tip. her thumb smeared the bead of pre-cum over the head in lazy circles.
you couldn’t even form words. your hips jerked up into her hand on instinct, and she let out a soft laugh.
“god, you’re so eager. never been touched like this before, have you?”
“n-no,” you gasped, head falling back against the pillows, cheeks burning.
every slow pump of her hand made your stomach clench, sharp pleasure shooting up your spine. you were leaking more now, the slick sounds of her hand filling the room as she kept working you.
she leaned over you, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain, eyes locked on yours the whole time. she watched every little twitch, every bitten lip, every shaky breath you took.
“you’re shaking, baby, you gonna cum this fast for me?”
“i—i might,” you whimpered, hips stuttering. it was embarrassing how close you already were. her hand felt too good— tight, warm, perfect.
“megan, i—fuck, it’s too much—”
“yeah? already?” she sped up just a little “poor thing. so sensitive. bet you’ve been thinking about this every time we kiss, huh?”
you nodded quickly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt. your balls drew up tight, cock pulsing hard in her grip.
“m’gonna—megan, i can’t—wait—”
her hand sped up, twisting smoothly on the upstroke while her thumb pressed right under the head, stroking that sensitive spot over and over. your back arched hard, a helpless moan tearing out of you as you tried to hold back, tried to breathe through it, but it was too much— the heat of her palm, the way she worked you, all that built-up tension from the kissing finally breaking.
you barely got the words out before it crashed over you. a high, broken cry slipped from your throat as your hips jerked wildly. thick ropes of cum spilled out hard, pulse after pulse, way more than normal.
it was hot and messy, splattering across her hand, dripping down her wrist, even landing on her forearm and the front of her shirt. it just kept coming, heavy sticky streams coating her fingers until her whole hand was glistening and your thighs shook uncontrollably.
when it finally slowed, you were panting hard, eyes wide and glassy, face burning with humiliation. you wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “i wanted to warn you— it always happens like that when i get too worked up. i’m so sorry—”
she stared at the mess coating her hand and wrist, lips parted. a slow grin spread across her face as she flexed her fingers, watching the way your cum stretched between them.
“holy shit, baby…” she breathed “look at that. you came so fucking much. all this for me?”
you whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself from embarrassment. “i really didn’t mean to…”
she cut you off with a soft laugh and leaned down.
“shh, it’s okay. way more than okay, actually.” her voice dropped, turning low and teasing.
“but you know what i’d rather have?”
she gave your still-hard cock a slow squeeze, making you gasp.
“all of this… inside me. filling me up instead of wasting it on my hand.”
your eyes widened. “megan, i—i’ve never—”
“i know,” she said softly, already kicking off her shorts and panties and climbing over you.
“that’s why it’s gonna be so cute watching you lose it.”
she wrapped her hand around you again, lining you up with her soaked entrance. you could feel the slick heat of her brushing against the head.
“you want that, baby? want to fill me up?”
you nodded so fast it made you dizzy. “please. please, i want it so bad.”
she sank down slow, inch by inch, and the feeling punched the air out of your lungs.
tight, wet, heat enveloped you, squeezing every sensitive inch. you moaned loud, hands flying to her hips, nails digging in.
“f-fuck, megan—” your voice cracked into a whine. she was so warm inside, fluttering around you already.
she let out a shaky breath, hands braced on your chest as she sank down further. “god, you’re so thick… stretching me so fucking good already.”
she rocked her hips in a slow circle, and a broken sob slipped out of you from the overwhelming heat and pressure. you were still so sensitive from before, every tiny shift of her body sending sparks shooting up your spine.
“look at you,” she murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.
“so desperate already. you’re not gonna last long, are you, baby?”
“i—i don’t think so,” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out. every roll of her hips made your cock throb painfully inside.
she started riding you properly then— slow and deep at first, then harder, dropping down until you were buried to the hilt each time. wet, filthy sounds filled the room as she slid up and down your cock, her arousal dripping down and mixing with the mess you’d already made.
“f-fuck, you feel even better than i imagined,” she groaned, head tipping back for a moment before her gaze locked back on your face, drinking in every twitch and gasp.
“aw, baby… already close again? that quick?”
you nodded helplessly “m’so sorry—it’s too good—i can’t—”
megan leaned down, lips brushing your ear as she started riding you harder, faster, her breath hot against your skin.
“don’t hold back,” she whispered. “i want every single drop this time. fill me up, baby. pump me full.”
you came with a shattered whine, hips jerking up as a huge load flooded into her. hot spurts kept pouring out, so much that it started leaking around your cockalmost immediately — messy and obscene, dripping down her thighs and onto your stomach.
your whole body shook uncontrollably, cock twitching violently inside her as the orgasm dragged on, your vision whitening at the edges.
megan moaned loudly, grinding down through every pulse, her walls squeezing and milking you for everything you had. “that’s it… fuck, good girl. giving me everything.”
you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess underneath her, trembling and whining, but she didn’t stop. she kept riding you with slow, deep rolls of her hips, chasing her own pleasure while you fell apart beneath her.
“too much—megan, please, i’m too sensitive—” your voice came out hoarse and wrecked.
she just smiled down at you “i know, baby. but you’re doing so good for me. look how pretty you are when you’re all fucked out like this.”
another pathetic whine escaped you, but your hips still rolled up to meet hers, chasing the overwhelming pleasure even as it edged into too much.
megan’s hips moved faster, thighs slapping against yours with every drop. you could feel her getting close— her walls clenching and fluttering wildly around your cock.
“gonna cum on this pretty cock, baby,” she gasped, voice breathy and rough. “you gonna give me one more when i do?”
you nodded frantically “y-yes—please—anything—”
she came hard with a sharp cry, her walls pulsing and squeezing around you in tight, rhythmic waves.
the feeling dragged you under with her. another orgasm slammed into you, even more intense than the last, ripping a broken moan from your throat as you spilled deep inside her again. thick endless spurts flooded her in warm, messy gushes with every grind of her hips
megan kept riding you through it, slow and greedy now, milking every last drop while soft moans spilled from her lips.
only when both of you were trembling and breathless did she finally slow to a stop, still fully seated on your cock.
she leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead,
“you did so good for me,” she whispered, voice soft but still carrying that teasing edge.
“my sensitive girl… look at the mess you made. i’m literally dripping with you.”
you hid your burning face in the crook of her neck, letting out a mortified little whimper.
“stoppp.. it’s embarrassing.”
megan laughed quietly, the sound warm as she threaded her fingers through your hair.
“it’s hot. and you’re adorable when you get all shy and whiny like this.” she kissed the top of your head, lingering there.
“we’re doing this again. a lot. i wanna see that face every single time you fill me up.”
you groaned against her skin, but your arms tightened around her waist anyway. your cock gave one last weak twitch inside her, and megan hummed happily, clearly pleased.
a/n: how i felt writing this:
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