c.h. w-s.

in which you and megan had been broken up for a complete year, but finds herself needing your help after a very awkward encounter.

warnings smut (MDNI). making out, oral (both receiving), tipsy sex, gp!reader, exes to lovers?, college!au, this was an older request of mine, slight fingering (m!receiving), virgin!megan.

Megan never cared about why you broke up with her.

I mean, it's been a whole year since the two of you sat in your car after school. You're beating around the bush as to why, while she's trying not to kick you out of your own vehicle. She barely remembered you saying something about "experimenting in college". But nothing further.

Well, then again, maybe she did care, as evidenced by her consistent checking of your social media accounts. Did you change your TikTok profile? Maybe update your Snapchat info? Unfortunately for her, she had managed to see you with at least five different girls on their Instagram stories, each of them parading you like some hickey covered prize they'd just won.

Experimenting my ass, she thought, she knew that it was really a sugar-coated way of saying you wanted to fuck a different person every week. Yet you never did anything but make out with her underneath the bleachers during Friday night football games.

But nearly a whole 365 days since you last spoke, she was heading to her first-ever frat party. Of course, she was dragged here by Lara, her roommate, who seemed to know just about everyone on the campus thanks to her sorority title.

"You've been cramped inside all week. Writing essays that aren't even fucking due this month!" Lara groaned as they walked towards the packed fraternity house, stepping over the unconsiously drunk guy that lay in the middle of the walkway.

"It's not too late to turn back around. We could go back and watch White Chicks!" Megan pleaded, hands tucked into her denim pockets. "For the tenth time this week? Yeah, I think not." Lara shot back, walking up the large stairs, dragging Megan by the arm.

They made it past the door after enduring the concerning twenty questions given by the frat bro who looked like he'd been on every substance and no sleep. He barely noticed Megan as he waved them in, eyes fixed on the next group of girls coming in.

Inside, the house was chaos. She was shocked that no one had called to file a noise complaint. The bass of some outdated 2010s trap song shook the walls and rattled Megan's bones. The smell of fast food and stale beer mingled with the mixture of cheap colognes collided with Megan's poor nose. Bodies pressed past her, weilding bright red solo cups. She clung to Lara's side like it was her only purpose in life. Following her through the clump of people.

Then Lara turned to her with a heavy sigh and a tight smile, delivering the last thing Megan wanted to hear.

"Take this. I'll meet you back here. I gotta talk to someone really fast, okay?"

Megan stood stuck when Lara shoved the overfilled solo into her hand. The alcohol splashed dangerously close to the rim, and the sharp smell of liquor hit her nose.

"You're leaving me?!" Her voice cracked way louder than she meant it to. Lara gave her a gentle but firm squeeze on the shoulder. "I'll be like a second, Megs. Just, uh..." Lara paused, looking over her friend before spotting something, "Sit on that couch, drink, look alive!"

"Lara, I don't know anyone here. What if there's like a crazed killer that preys on college girls who sit and look awkward at parties instead of staying in their dorm and watching peak comedy!?" Megan rambled before Lara cautiously lifted the drink into her mouth. "Better?"

With a rough swallow and a raspy cough, Megan shook her head. The taste burned her throat, gross and sharp and nothing like the small wine coolers Lara kept in their shared mini fridge. "No, but it hurts too much to argue." Megan slowly trekked to the gross couch in defeat, trying not to touch another soul.

The couch sank under her weight with a pitiful groan, the kind that made her immediately wonder how many questionable things had happened on it before tonight. She perched on the very edge, knees pressed tight together, cup balanced in her lap like it might explode if she set it down.

Her eyes darted everywhere. At the flashing colored lights that made the whole house look like a cheap horror film set, the people grinding way too close to the speakers, the pair making out against a wall like they were auditioning for a soap opera. She sipped her drink again. Winced. Tried to look like she wasn't on the verge of cardiac arrest.

And then, because the universe loved to play cruel jokes on Megan, someone slid onto the couch beside her. She stiffened, already practicing excuses in her head. 'Sorry, I'm dating someone,' or 'I'm actually practicing celibacy till marriage.'

"Megan, right?" His voice yelled over the music, nodding his head to the beat.

His voice was low and somehow gentle, but the smell of beer and heavy dior savauge stuck with him. She looked over, brushing her hair from her already flushed face.

"Huh, oh, yeah!" She smiled too hard, teeth clenched like she was filming a Colgate commercial. The guy scooted closer, drifting an arm around her shoulder. He twisted his cap backward with his free hand. "Great. You're Lara's friend, right? She talks a lot about you, you know."

She nodded slowly, feeling his knee graze her tucked one as she laughed nervously. "Hopefully good things," He cheesed, sharp blue eyes dangerously wavering across Megan's awkward posture.

"All good," He assured. But the way his gaze stuck didn't feel very good. More like finding his next girl for the week. Megan's laugh came off a little too sharp, a little too embarrassing. She almost immediately buried her face in the cup again, forcing herself to endure the burn down her throat.

He suddenly leaned in, his chapped lips barely missing her ear. "You know...we can make this less boring." He murmured, pulling away to see the reaction on her reddened face. She blinked.

"Just meet me in the basement, okay?" Megan nodded, that dumbass smile never leaving her face. "Basement? Yes! Just—uhm—give me a minute to get ready!" She leaped up, the drink nearly tipping over before beelining for the kitchen where Lara had left her, tossing her cup into the nearest trash bag.

"Lara!?" She shouted, trying to find anyone who looked close enough to her black haired friend. "La—" The ginger ran directly into someone's back before she could even spot the other girl.

The person looked back, squinting to make out her figure in the dark corner of the kitchen, while another girl was attached right to the figure's arm, blocking possessively, "Usa tus putos ojos!" She spat.

Megan tried to form a response. An apology, a comeback, shit anything. But her brain had gone completely blank. The music thumped too loud for her thoughts to catch up.

"Shit—I'm sorry!" she squeaked, backing up before her back tapped the island filled with glasses and bottles.

The curly-haired girl clinging to the stranger's arm gave her a harsh stare—slow and full of annoyance, before turning her attention back to the shadow that slammed down another shot.

But the second Megan caught a clear look at the person she'd bumped into, her stomach dropped straight through the sticky kitchen floor.

You.

You finally turned to acknowledge Megan after shaking the Latina off your shoulder. Your face dropped, and your stomach twisted like you were about to vomit. "Megs?!" You instinctively clamped your mouth, hiding the tipsy smile that crept onto your face.

She stood frozen before suddenly snatching you up and dragging you to the nearest bathroom. Ignoring the complaints from the girl you were with and the various drunkards swaying around the halls.

When the bright washroom light flickered on, you blinked aggressively, trying to adjust to the harsh shift. "Megan, if you're mad about something, I'm sorry or whatever. But I gotta go before Daniela gets pissed so..."

Megan locked the door before letting out a huff. She looked up at you with a mixture of irritation and confusion. "What?"

"What do you mean what? Are you still pissed off about me dumping you? That's old shit, Megs and I—"

"I need your help...I think." Megan stood tense, her hands stuck to her sides like a soldier.

"Huh?"

"IneedhelpcausethiskindacutekindauglyguyinvitedmetothebasementandIthinkhewantstofuckbutIdon'tevenknowhowtogiveheadandItriedtofindmyroommatetohelpmebutIfoundyouinsteadandyou'relikemyonlyhopecauseyouknowsopleaseI'msorryaboutwhoeveryouwerewithbutplease please! Help me!" Megan clutched her hands together, begging aggressively.

It was your turn to stand awkwardly. The only noise was the sound of muffled music and the shuffling of Megan's sneakers. "Huh?" You rubbed at your forehead, trying to decode the rambling Megan had just let out.

With a sigh, Megan spoke again, "This guy I met asked me to meet him in the basement, and I'm eighty percent sure he wants me to give him head, but I dunno how. My roommate disappeared! Now you're the only person I'm left with. So please," she placed her hands on your shoulders, "teach me how to not fuck up."

You looked down at her. Her normally pale face was now a bright pink. You couldn't help but let out a loud wheeze.

"Stop fucking laughing, I'm being serious." She shoved you, making your back slam against the counter.

"Ow! Fine, but what makes you think I'm a good teacher?" You folded your arms, cocking your head to the side.

"Well...I mean you got a..." She couldn't fix her lips to say exactly what you had. "So you know what feels good, right?" The word 'good' came mumbled.

You couldn't help but rub the back of your neck, partially out of second-hand embarrassment but also out of curiosity, leading to your next question.

"What do you think you should do, Skiendiel?" You smirked, planting both hands onto the sink counter, resting your weight on it.

Her eyes widened. Shit, she hadn't thought of the first part. "Uh...not throw up?" She shrugged. You slapped your forehead, holding in a laugh.

"I'm really trying, please." She whined, gripping the sides of your shirt. The contact and noise made your lower half tense slightly.

"Pretend I'm him, what are you doing first?" You motioned for her to proceed.

After a moment of thought, Megan lowered herself onto her knees, looking up at you for confirmation. You couldn't help but smile at the sight while your hands brushed through her hair.

"What now?" Megan's eyes batted up to you, hands folded on her lap patiently, waiting for assistance.

A shaky exhale left your nose as you tried to find the words. But you didn't speak, just let your hands fumble with your zipper and button, dropping your pants onto the tiles. You stood in your plaid boxers, your semi noticeable by the girl's face.

Megan gulped, clenching her thighs together. Her hands absentmindedly drifted to your waist, not prying her eyes from your member. "Kiss it."

Her brows furrowed, eyes shooting up to your devious face. "Kiss it?"

You nodded with a smirk, "He'll like it, trust me," watching her slowly lean closer. Megan looked up at you, puzzled, before placing a gentle peck on your clothed tip. With a hum, you combed your fingers through her hair.

"We'll work on that," you chuckled, earning a slap to the thigh from Megan.

From the slit in your boxers, you cupped yourself, freeing your cock from the thin layer of your underwear. "Fuck..." you hissed at the feeling of the cool bathroom air against you.

Megan's hands stayed glued to your body, your dick nearly hitting her dead in the face. Her eyebrows furrowed. She refused to believe she could fit you entirely in her mouth, so before she even tried it she took a deep breath and spoke. "What do I do now?" She repeated like a mantra that would summon something to possess her with the next step.

But you simply cleared your throat, "Don't use teeth obviously, unless you want a dumb ass nickname that'll stick till you graduate."

She gasped at the thought of hundreds of Instagram posts posting her face with some fucked up nickname as the caption. Imagine what her future employers would think...

"Relax your jaw, so you won't get stuck or whatever," you instructed, watching the girl wrap her lips around your throbbing head. Her warm mouth fit tightly on you. Your breath was caught in your throat at the sudden feeling. "Sh-it, Meg," you dragged out, your hands gripping the sink.

The ginger stayed there, but moved only slightly to adjust her position along your length. She trembled beneath you, trying to breathe with whatever space you gave her mouth.

"Use your tongue, like lay it flat or move it around," you negligently explained. Megan, with a sharp inhale, swirled her tongue around messily until you stopped her. "Wait..."

She removed you from her mouth, facepalming herself mentally. "I fucked up?" She panted, ignoring the thick string of pre cum and drool that connected the two of you.

You nodded subtly before swiping a thumb across her bottom lip. "A little. Maybe just lay it flat, yeah?" You teased with a smile.

"Did it feel good?" She muttered, not wanting to look you in the eyes. The entire situation and her words made your pulse spike.

"Sure, baby." You gave her a second to process the information before nudging her head back to your cock, to which she took you slightly deeper.

Her tongue switched to careful licks across the underside of your shaft, occasionally drifting past your slit whenever she lifted too high. You let out a hoarse groan, tilting your head back. "That's better, fuck—just keep doing that."

She glanced up through glossy eyes, trying to figure out the next step. You both had forgotten about the guy waiting for her in the basement of the other girl in the kitchen, completely engulfed in the moment.

Megan had seen a few videos that popped up on her Twitter feed, but of course, they weren't the perfect sex Ed. But with you not paying attention, she decided to test something out...

Her hand finally left your side, carefully grabbing a hold of your dick, her hands cold in comparison to your warmth. She couldn't help but notice the twitch in your torso when she began to delve deeper, hand meticulously stroking you off.

You let out a broken moan, face scrunching at the sudden pleasure. "So you do know what you're doing?" You looked down at the Hawaiian girl as she began to bob her head, slowly pulling back, trying not to alarm her gag reflexes. The praise sent a shock through her body and pooled in her gut and maybe a little lower.

"Go a little faster if you feel like you can." Your hand raked through her hair, trying to calm her. She hummed, sending a burst of sparks through your body.

The tight, simmering feeling boiled in your core. Trying not to dig your fingers into her scalp as she quickened her pace. "Shit, Meg. You're doing so good, m'gonna cum for you.." You warned her as she continued going down on you, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth.

"Fu-uck!" You squeaked when Megan dipped one last time, feeling the thick liquid coat her throat. Her eyes jolted to yours, unsure of what to do with a mouthful of your cum. Out of breath, you answered, "Swallow it."

You both stared at each other, an awkward silence sitting in the air. She finally worked up the courage to take down the salty substance. "Did I do it right?" She asked, slowly rising from her knees to meet you face to face.

"I must be a great teacher; you did it more than right." You laughed, tugging your pants back around your waist.

Megan nodded, hiding a smile that she desperately wanted to flash out from the praise. "So...thanks?" She slowly walked toward the door, hand already latching onto the knob.

You swatted her hand away from the door, stepping in front of her, "Wait, at least let me make you feel good?" You tilted your head, awaiting an answer.

Megan paused. She knew she didn't get off by just squeezing her thighs together, but she didn't want to leave her 'friend' in the basement. She just stood, deep in thought.

"I'm not gonna hold you hostage if you don't want to, Meg." You reassured, opening the door gently before she quickly closed it back.

Megan pulled you close to her, resting her head against your shoulder. "Please..." She squeezed her eyes shut, hands gripping your shirt.

Your palm found her hair again, stroking her head. You stopped at the base of her neck before leaning in, catching her lips with yours in a very uncoordinated kiss. The same way she'd make out with you under those bleachers. She let out a weak whine at the taste of Patron on your tongue.

The feeling of your hands gripping the backs of her thighs made her weak. With a quick motion, you lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around your waist, straining her neck to deepen the kiss, exploring her newfound appreciation of the alcoholic taste from your mouth.

You carefully placed her on top of the sink counter, not breaking away from the kiss. Her fingers ran under your shirt, feeling your skin under her fingertips.

She pulled back with a satisfied huff, panting against your lips. "I missed you..." Megan confessed with her eyes still clamped shut. Like she didn't want to acknowledge the feeling. You sighed, "Me too..." You casually mentioned, unbuckling her pants and tugging them off harshly, nearly making the poor girl fall into the sink.

Her legs clenched together, embarrassed by the way she was completely soaking without you even doing much. Her face grew hot as she pressed her face into her palms.

"What?" you laughed, kneeling down, meeting her legs. "Open your legs f'me, please. Let me help you out..." your hand parted her thighs, her dripping cunt glistening in the bright bathroom lights. You glanced up at the Hawaiian, who was nearly hyperventilating at just the sight.

"You okay?" You pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. She gulped and nodded, watching you inch closer to her entrance.

But you didn't waste any time teasing. You wanted to make her see God then and there as an apology for a year of ghosting and only popping up with a new girl whenever she checked your socials. You immediately wrap your mouth around her sensitive nub, sucking cautiously. Her head thumped against the mirror with a heavy clunk as she gasped, pursing her lips together, not wanting a single soul to hear her pathetic cries.

"Ah—shit, wait!" You didn't pay her any mind, kitty licking at her clit, earning harsh gasps and muffled whines. "I wanna hear you, Megs...let everyone in the house know how good I make you feel, baby." You spoke, voice muffled against her pussy.

You lapped at her like it was your sole purpose in life. You were devoted to the sweet taste of her on your tongue. A moan escaped your own mouth against her, causing Megan to dig her acrylics deep into your scalp.

You pulled away, running your index finger along her slit. You glanced up with a smile, "Is this okay, Mei?" She nodded quickly before taking a long, deep breath when you slowly inched your fingers inside of her.

"Feel good?"

She didn't answer, but the way her respirations sped when you began to pump your fingers told you everything you needed to know.

You leaned back in as your digits worked, tongue flicking against her. Your fingers probed at the soft, spongy spot right where she wanted you.

"Don't stop, please, please, please..." she kept repeating, looking down at you. Her face was blanketed in sweat and probably tears as she was teetering on the edge of finishing. The way you were everywhere made her thoughts go blank.

She held your head like she'd kill you if you shopped. Her vision nearly went white as her body shivered on the counter, gushing onto your fingers. "Feel so good," she mumbled, her entire body going numb.

It took her a second to come to. But the feeling of your tongue diving into her hole made her shoot up again. You licked, trying to get every last drop of her. "Shit!" She hissed, pushing your head away from her.

With one last kiss to her inner thigh, you finally backed away. Your face contorted with pride and daze but also covered with her wetness.

After the come down, you helped her get dressed, sliding her baggy jeans back onto her figure as she tried standing back up with a painfully obvious wobble, her knees weak and sensitive. Still, you let her hold onto you for as much support as possible, even if it meant her acrylics gripping onto your forearms.

"Are you still gonna meet your friend in the basement? Cause I heard they added White Chicks on Netflix, and I think there's a pizza in my freezer if that sounds like a better option?" You proposed, brushing her messy hair from her face.

She leaned against your shoulder, a small smile creeping onto her face before she nodded.

"Definitely better."

synopsis 𓂁 I'll be gone by morning so getcha, getcha heels on the floor then so are you with me? be careful what you're wishing for 'cause i get freaky (based on the whole song)

pairing 𓂁 sub!dani x dom!gp!reader

content warning 𓂁 SMUT 18+ MDNI, p in v, oral (d receiving), sadomasochism (?), dacryphilia kinda, r is mean, this is the freakiest thing I’ve ever written idk, aftercare, porn WITH plot, dani is bad at communication and im bad at tagging warnings

word count 𓂁 3.4k

authors note 𓂁 happy wild day!!!

the final night of the european leg of the wildworld tour should have felt like a victory, and for everyone else, it probably did. the venue in copenhagen had been shaking for nearly two hours, thousands of voices rising and falling with every song while the stage lights swept over the crowd in waves of blue and red.

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