kai

pairing: loser!megan skiendiel x female reader

warnings: fluff, drabble

The bedroom smelled of lavender and vanilla. Marvel posters adorned on each wall of the room, shelves of collectibles capturing eyes. Megan sat, back against the headboard of her bed, Spiderman pajama bottoms covering her legs and only a sports bra to hug her upper body. A black, slim fit watch decorated her right wrist and a beaded bracelet you had made for her colored the left wrist.

Spiderman 3 played in the tv, sound as soft as ever and Megan hummed alongside it, feet swaying happily. You lay beside her, novelty book in your hands.

“Babe, look.” She taps your shoulder. “This is how Eddie Brock becomes Venom.”

You lifted your eyes above the book to the screen, watching the way the black creature traveled its way to Eddie and practically eating him alive. You shivered at the thought but said, “That’s cool, bubba.”

Megan beams and lays her head on your shoulder, watching with that puppy smile on her face. You chuckle silently to yourself, running your fingers through her hair.

“Did you know that Tobey’s first Spiderman movie garnered over 800 million dollsrs worldwide! It became the first film in history to ever get over $100 million in one week. Isn’t that crazy, baby!”

“It really is, darling.” You hummed, flipping the page. You didn’t need to look into her eyes for her to know you were listening—because you always were, no matter what. You honestly loved whenever she was like this; just nerding out and yapping to you nonstop.

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the number one quality that made you fall in love with her.

Megan quiets the volume a little more on the tv, shifting to lay down in your lap. She snuggles against your thighs, burying her face against your stomach. “Love you, mama. Thanks for always listening.”

WANT YOU TO GIVE ATTENTION

　　　　　　　　 　　　　　　　 RIGHT WHERE I AM CRAVING IT.

megan skiendiel x fem!reader

status: oneshot/drabble.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ cw: nerdy!sub!gp!megan x fem!dom!reader, smut, cumming inside, dirty talk/praise talk, oral sex, ( m receives ) mommy and baby talk, semi-proofread, p in v, multiple orgams, overstimulation, cum denial, implied punishment, blowjob + hand job ( m receives ).

“ fuck, yes, mommy “ megan moaned and threw her head back. eyes fluttered shut. while my hand stroked her dick, hard and fast.

here i am, fucking megan like the nerdy little slut she is in a club bathroom because she was trying to tease and tease me all night and here we are. her glasses were slanted and she bit her lip once i took her all in my mouth.

i started moving up and down and megan chased my rhythm—her balls slapped my chin. megan was yelling my name now—whimpering and begging to come, promising she’ll be a good girl.

“ fuck mommy, please.. “ her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair. “ please let me cum, i-ill be a good girl, i promise ill be mommy’s good girl “ megan pleaded and begged but i just wouldn’t let her. the nerve of her to tease me in public knowing this is how it would end up.

“ no, you don’t deserve to cum. “ i said before licking a long stripe up her dick. my tongue swirled around her tip as i spat on her dick again and stroked it faster and harder. megan whimpered at my denial, but she kept begging and begging.

“ please, i need it, i-i need to cum.. “ megan started stuttering and grabbed my hand for support. “ fuck- im gonna cum “ megan yelled out. right before she did i stopped every move. “ stop! please keep going! “ megan nudged her dick on my cheek, whimpering at the slight friction.

“ please mommy, please.. “ she said weakly with tears rolling down her eyes. i started to feel bad for my poor baby. i got up and wiped her tears. then i lowered myself down onto her cock. slowly—adjusting to the length. megan gasped at the tightness and the warmth from my cunt. nothing like my hand or mouth—i moved fast and hard on her cock. letting it spread me apart as a planted hot, tongue kisses on her neck. making sure to leave hickeys.

“ feels so good mommy, your pussy is so tight and warm. “ megan groaned as she thrusted into me, chasing her orgasm along with mine. “ yea? you like it when mommy rides you like that don’t you. “ i whispered against her neck and nibbled on the sensitive part of her earlobe.

megans hands moved down to my ass, grabbing it and pulling it upwards to guide my movements to how she needed it and to hit the perfect angles. “ yes, yes megan—just like that. “ megan thrusted fast and hard into me. her dick was in my stomach at this point and it felt so fucking good.

“ mommy can i cum, please, let me cum inside. “ i nodded as a form of approval. megan shot hot, thick ropes of cum—filling me up so much to the point where it was all oozing out of my pussy. but i kept going faster and harder.

“ fuck! fuck! megan. your dick feels so good baby. “ i yelled. megan whimpered from overstimulation, she was about to cum again. “ too much, no more please-cant take it. “ megan choked out with tears rolling down her face. but she didn’t move, she knew better than to do that.

my hand raised to wipe her face and give her a kiss on her cheek then her lips. “ hold out a little longer, mommys almost done. “ i moaned loudly as my legs shook and i chased my orgasm. i came all over megans dick, and that made her cum again. not having enough energy to make any noise.

i wiped the hairs off her forehead and gave her a kiss on her forehead and a kiss on the lips—the tone softer than early. our lips slotted together perfectly and barely pulling back for air.

“ you did so good for me baby. “

I feel like nerd Megan is sooo shy

She would hide her face on your neck when she cums cause she is too embarassed.

Who is afraid of hurting you cause she is too big, her thrust are clumsy and delicate, her forehead resting on your shoulder, listening closely if you made any sound of pain or discomfort.

She pant's and whine's in your ear when you tell her to move faster and assure her that it doesn't hurt.

She would be so busy studying or playing games that she wouldn't even think about touching herself, so when you touch her she can barely take it.

"baby its okay" you stroke her hair gently as she bury her face on your chest, panting, too embarassed for cumming too quickly.

"sorry...was too much" she murmur, her arms around you tightening.

you smile softly, finding it absolutely adorable.

You always make the first move, she doesn't want you to get uncomfortable if she start even though you told her is okay.

She never understands the hints when you're horny, only when you sit directly on her crotch and whisper that you need her.

You listen to her yapping about her favorite things, not really paying attention, just admiring and licking your lips, your gaze lost on her lips and her figure and occasionally your eyes going down to her small bulge in her sweatpants.

The way she fix her glasses when they go down a little, too shy to make eye contact that she doesn't notice you are not really paying attention.

You love riding her and making her look up at you with those needy eyes, she always try to hide her face in your neck but you don't let her and grab her chin forcing her to look right into your eyes.

content. g!p megan x fem!reader smut p in v dirty underwear kink degradation

if you don't like it don't read it :)

a/n: this was for a request but I lost all of them so I can't put it up 😐

You had noticed that your dirty underwear had started disappearing from your laundry basket and reappearing clean in your closet.

At first, you thought it was one of the girls — some kind gesture from someone who wanted to help you with the laundry. But after a few weeks, the pattern became unmistakable: only the underwear.

Then you caught Megan.

You had gotten back from an individual training session, noticed your bedroom door was slightly open, and there she was: Megan, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, one hand moving fast, frantic, between her legs. In her other hand, she was holding a pair of your black panties pressed to her nose.

And that's how you got here.

You on top of her. Your knees on either side of her hips, your hands dug into her shoulders. Her cock is inside you. There's no rhythm. Just chaos. Your hips go up and down nonstop, slamming against hers. Every thrust is rough. You don't give her time to breathe.

"I'm sorry," Megan says, the word repeating between her moans, between the sounds of your pelvis hitting hers. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

"So dirty," you reply, your voice barely audible over the creaking mattress. "Using my dirty underwear to masturbate. Like a stupid teenager."

"I'm sorry—"

"Aren't you ashamed, mei?"

"Yes—"

"Are you sure?"

She doesn't answer. But her cock throbs inside you, and her hips push upward, looking for more, even though you already have all of her. Even though she can't take any more.

You're sweaty. Your hair sticks to your forehead. Your thighs are burning. But you don't stop. You can't stop. You see her from above, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her hands gripping your hips like they're the only thing holding her up.

"Slower," she says suddenly, almost like a plea. "Please, slower."

"Slower?" you repeat, mocking her. Your hips keep slamming against hers, brutal. "The slut who masturbated with my dirty underwear can't handle me?"

"That's not it—"

"Then what?"

"It's just that—"

"Shut up."

She tries to obey. Her fingers squeeze your hips, her nails dig into your skin. Tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes, and her breathing becomes more erratic.

"Slower," she repeats, and this time it's a sob. "Please, Y/n. I won't last."

"I don't want you to last," you reply. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

You grab the underwear from the floor. The same pair Megan had pressed to her face thirty minutes ago. You wrap them around your hand and shove them into her mouth.

Megan doesn't try to stop you. The tears that had been forming at the corners fall down her cheeks. The fabric soaks her tongue. She doesn't dare spit it out. She doesn't dare move her head.

"No," you say, increasing the intensity of your thrusts. "Don't you dare cry now. This is what you wanted. This is what you were after when you stole my underwear."

"Mmph," is all she can say.

"You wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to punish you. Isn't that right?"

She nods. The tears keep falling, but she nods.

"Good," you say. "Now be a good girl and come for me."

You speed up the rhythm. You feel her cock throb inside you, feel her body tense, feel the hands that were on your hips fall to her sides.

The orgasm shakes you both at the same time. She moans against the fabric, and you scream her name against her neck, and the sheets get soaked.

You let your breathing calm down a little, then you take the fabric — now completely soaked — out of Megan's mouth.

You kiss her. With the taste of your own underwear still on her tongue. With her cock still inside you. With the tears mixing on her cheeks.

"Don't steal my underwear again," you say against her lips.

"I won't," she says.

"Liar."

content. g!p megan x fem!reader smut p in v dirty underwear kink degradation

if you don't like it don't read it :)

a/n: this was for a request but I lost all of them so I can't put it up 😐

You had noticed that your dirty underwear had started disappearing from your laundry basket and reappearing clean in your closet.

At first, you thought it was one of the girls — some kind gesture from someone who wanted to help you with the laundry. But after a few weeks, the pattern became unmistakable: only the underwear.

Then you caught Megan.

You had gotten back from an individual training session, noticed your bedroom door was slightly open, and there she was: Megan, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, one hand moving fast, frantic, between her legs. In her other hand, she was holding a pair of your black panties pressed to her nose.

And that's how you got here.

You on top of her. Your knees on either side of her hips, your hands dug into her shoulders. Her cock is inside you. There's no rhythm. Just chaos. Your hips go up and down nonstop, slamming against hers. Every thrust is rough. You don't give her time to breathe.

"I'm sorry," Megan says, the word repeating between her moans, between the sounds of your pelvis hitting hers. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

"So dirty," you reply, your voice barely audible over the creaking mattress. "Using my dirty underwear to masturbate. Like a stupid teenager."

"I'm sorry—"

"Aren't you ashamed, mei?"

"Yes—"

"Are you sure?"

She doesn't answer. But her cock throbs inside you, and her hips push upward, looking for more, even though you already have all of her. Even though she can't take any more.

You're sweaty. Your hair sticks to your forehead. Your thighs are burning. But you don't stop. You can't stop. You see her from above, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her hands gripping your hips like they're the only thing holding her up.

"Slower," she says suddenly, almost like a plea. "Please, slower."

"Slower?" you repeat, mocking her. Your hips keep slamming against hers, brutal. "The slut who masturbated with my dirty underwear can't handle me?"

"That's not it—"

"Then what?"

"It's just that—"

"Shut up."

She tries to obey. Her fingers squeeze your hips, her nails dig into your skin. Tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes, and her breathing becomes more erratic.

"Slower," she repeats, and this time it's a sob. "Please, Y/n. I won't last."

"I don't want you to last," you reply. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

You grab the underwear from the floor. The same pair Megan had pressed to her face thirty minutes ago. You wrap them around your hand and shove them into her mouth.

Megan doesn't try to stop you. The tears that had been forming at the corners fall down her cheeks. The fabric soaks her tongue. She doesn't dare spit it out. She doesn't dare move her head.

"No," you say, increasing the intensity of your thrusts. "Don't you dare cry now. This is what you wanted. This is what you were after when you stole my underwear."

"Mmph," is all she can say.

"You wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to punish you. Isn't that right?"

She nods. The tears keep falling, but she nods.

"Good," you say. "Now be a good girl and come for me."

You speed up the rhythm. You feel her cock throb inside you, feel her body tense, feel the hands that were on your hips fall to her sides.

The orgasm shakes you both at the same time. She moans against the fabric, and you scream her name against her neck, and the sheets get soaked.

You let your breathing calm down a little, then you take the fabric — now completely soaked — out of Megan's mouth.

You kiss her. With the taste of your own underwear still on her tongue. With her cock still inside you. With the tears mixing on her cheeks.

"Don't steal my underwear again," you say against her lips.

"I won't," she says.

"Liar."

content. g!p megan x fem!reader smut p in v dirty underwear kink degradation

if you don't like it don't read it :)

a/n: this was for a request but I lost all of them so I can't put it up 😐

You had noticed that your dirty underwear had started disappearing from your laundry basket and reappearing clean in your closet.

At first, you thought it was one of the girls — some kind gesture from someone who wanted to help you with the laundry. But after a few weeks, the pattern became unmistakable: only the underwear.

Then you caught Megan.

You had gotten back from an individual training session, noticed your bedroom door was slightly open, and there she was: Megan, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, one hand moving fast, frantic, between her legs. In her other hand, she was holding a pair of your black panties pressed to her nose.

And that's how you got here.

You on top of her. Your knees on either side of her hips, your hands dug into her shoulders. Her cock is inside you. There's no rhythm. Just chaos. Your hips go up and down nonstop, slamming against hers. Every thrust is rough. You don't give her time to breathe.

"I'm sorry," Megan says, the word repeating between her moans, between the sounds of your pelvis hitting hers. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

"So dirty," you reply, your voice barely audible over the creaking mattress. "Using my dirty underwear to masturbate. Like a stupid teenager."

"I'm sorry—"

"Aren't you ashamed, mei?"

"Yes—"

"Are you sure?"

She doesn't answer. But her cock throbs inside you, and her hips push upward, looking for more, even though you already have all of her. Even though she can't take any more.

You're sweaty. Your hair sticks to your forehead. Your thighs are burning. But you don't stop. You can't stop. You see her from above, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her hands gripping your hips like they're the only thing holding her up.

"Slower," she says suddenly, almost like a plea. "Please, slower."

"Slower?" you repeat, mocking her. Your hips keep slamming against hers, brutal. "The slut who masturbated with my dirty underwear can't handle me?"

"That's not it—"

"Then what?"

"It's just that—"

"Shut up."

She tries to obey. Her fingers squeeze your hips, her nails dig into your skin. Tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes, and her breathing becomes more erratic.

"Slower," she repeats, and this time it's a sob. "Please, Y/n. I won't last."

"I don't want you to last," you reply. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

You grab the underwear from the floor. The same pair Megan had pressed to her face thirty minutes ago. You wrap them around your hand and shove them into her mouth.

Megan doesn't try to stop you. The tears that had been forming at the corners fall down her cheeks. The fabric soaks her tongue. She doesn't dare spit it out. She doesn't dare move her head.

"No," you say, increasing the intensity of your thrusts. "Don't you dare cry now. This is what you wanted. This is what you were after when you stole my underwear."

"Mmph," is all she can say.

"You wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to punish you. Isn't that right?"

She nods. The tears keep falling, but she nods.

"Good," you say. "Now be a good girl and come for me."

You speed up the rhythm. You feel her cock throb inside you, feel her body tense, feel the hands that were on your hips fall to her sides.

The orgasm shakes you both at the same time. She moans against the fabric, and you scream her name against her neck, and the sheets get soaked.

You let your breathing calm down a little, then you take the fabric — now completely soaked — out of Megan's mouth.

You kiss her. With the taste of your own underwear still on her tongue. With her cock still inside you. With the tears mixing on her cheeks.

"Don't steal my underwear again," you say against her lips.

"I won't," she says.

"Liar."

content requested oral sex (m receiving) vaginal fingering (m receiving) (used this as an opportunity to nerd out a little about overwatch sorry 😖) sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations! MDNI not proof read! plz comment if u see any mistakes, thank you!

the evening had started off as most do recently, you and megan sitting on her bed, playing some sort of game on her tv and tonight the choice was overwatch. this had become sort of a routine between you, you'd do your rehearsals and shows and livestreams but the day always ended the same.

and obviously, tonight was no different.

"oh my fuck!" you shout in frustration after dying, again. "our tank is so shit! you can't just charge in to a 1v5 and expect me to heal you!" you ramble on, obviously annoyed.

megan simply laughs next to you at your annoyance, i mean, you are right, the tank is horrendous and the team comp makes no sense and the enemy team was like 10x better. you had already lost the match just when it started.

this continues on for about 30 more minutes before you sigh, putting your controller down in frustration. "i dont wanna play anymore" you mumble in frustration, resting your head against megans shoulder, your hand finding megans thigh, hand resting motionless.

your hand moves to her inner thigh, rubbing up and down.

she looks down at your head on her shoulder, before leaning down and kissing you, abandoning her controller on the bed next to her so she can cup your face.

as the kiss deepens, one of her hand slowly moves down your chest, about to cup your breast before you pull away from the kiss, stopping her.

"wait, keep playing mei, let me take care of you" you mumble, grabbing her wrist to stop her. slowly, you move down from the bed to the floor, now kneeling in front of her, hands on her knees. "but-" she stammers out, obviously nervous.

"relax. just keep playing as if im not here" you smile up at her almost to innocently for the situation. she smiles a little nervously back down at you before picking the controller back up.

your hands find her waist, pulling her sweatpants down to her ankles. her breath hitches, but it seems shes still doing as you ask.

you can see the wet patch forming on her boxers. "minecraft boxers?" you ask with a laugh causing her to blush "shut up! they are my favourite boxers, thank you very much!" she almost barks back in fake defense, also laughing lightly.

but suddenly, you lean most in between her legs and slowly lick up her clothed pussy, causing her breath to hitch and her hips to push up slightly into you. "focus on the game, mei." you mumble against her, causing her to continue to play but with trembling hands.

after a few more slow teasing licks over her clothed pussy, you finally but teasingly slowly pull down her boxers, letting them join her sweatpants at her ankles.

its beautiful to say the least, clean shaven and little dripping wet with want. just for you.

then, you slowly lick up her pussy, the same why you did when her boxers were still on. she gasps, her hips thrusting into your mouth. you lick once more, creating the same reaction.

slowly but surely, you keep working at her until shes somehow even wetter. so, you lean your hand up, adding two fingers into your now almost frantic licks in and out of her tight hole. she's gasping and moaning almost pornographically above you, controller forgot next to her on the bed as her hand finds the back of you head, pushing your head deeper in between her legs.

"fuck fuck fuck-" she moans out repeatedly, her hips thrusting in the rhythm of your tongue and fingers. "just like that- fuck!"

her hand grasping your hair is almost painful, but you choose to ignore it, focused completely on pleasuring her. almost pussy drunk.

"im so close-! god-" she moans out, before she gasps and then huffs, head thrown back. her walls squeeze around your tongue and fingers, pulsing with pleasure. but, you don't stop moving, fucking her through her orgasm before slowly coming to a stop.

you chuckle softly as you rest your cheek again her thigh, pulling your fingers slowly out of her before wiping them on your shirt. you look up at her as her fingers in your hair turns from desperate grasping to gentle touching, letting her play with your hair.

"did you win?" you ask innocently, smiling up at her.

"oh my god, shut up!"

request? yes no

content: pussydrunk!megan glasses!megan oral (r receiving) use of good girl MDNI!! not proof read

megan has never felt this much joy in her life, face buried in between your legs, devouring your pussy. her hands were clasping at your bare thighs, holding them open as she continues to lick and suck at your folds. her glasses were a little pushed up on her face, but she didn't seem to care, to engrossed in tasting you, almost pussy drunk.

"such a good girl megan..." you mumble out breathlessly, hand tangled in the back of her hair to keep her mouth where it is. she audibly groans against you, sends a small wave of pleasure up you from the vibration of the sound.

it seems recently shes had a sort of oral fixation, constantly wanting to eat you out. not that you were gonna complain tho.

you let your head fall back with a mumbled "fuck" escaping your lips, pushing her head more into you. she keeps at it, teasing your entrance, rubbing her tongue against your clit. god she has a way of working her tongue.

your orgasm hits you quickly, pushing your hips sharply up against her. but, even tho you've literally just cum, she continues at the same speed and pressure, not wanting to separate from your pussy.

"megan—" your breath hitches, now looking down at her. the way her glasses are pushed up, her closed eyes as if shes eating a five star meal, the pure delight on her face.

"god—"

she just keeps working at you, her only thoughts seemingly being about your pussy.

then you cum again, a lot quicker this time due to how sensative you were from the first orgasm, but again, she doesn't stop or slow, completely drunk on it all.

"fuck— wait" you begin, breathless. your hand moves from her hair to her forehead, using your palm to push her face out from between your legs. "just.. give me a second." you mumble, still out of breath.

she smiles up at you, resting her cheek against your inner thigh. her face is wet with sweat, spit and your release, her glasses now slightly crooked on her face, a little foggy too. she chuckles softly before beginning to kiss along your inner thighs.

"your pussy is just so perfect, baby" she comments between kisses "all wet and waiting for me. i can't help myself"

you laugh weakly at that, hand back in her hair, but playing with it rather then pulling and pushing at it.

"once more, okay? but that's it" you say simply, breath beginning to even out a little.

she looks overjoyed at you allowing her to taste your pussy one last time for tonight, smiling up at you.

"good girl" you praise before she's basically dives back in.