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“you want me to do what?”

you look at your best friend like she just told you the most groundbreaking thing, eyes wide and lips parted.

“it's not that bad!” yunjin says.

“you want me to get weed for you? i didn't even know you smoked weed!” you throw your hands in the air dramatically.

“please, yn?” she looks at you with those pleading puppy eyes. “it's not even my main plug. it's this other girl. don't worry, seriously.”

you blink at her, contemplating what to do in your head. you sigh and nod your head. “okay, fine. whatever.”

yunjin grins, hugging you tightly. “you're the best!”

“uh-huh.” you nod.

-

you can't believe you're standing in front of some cheap studio apartment in l.a., waiting for this girl to open the door so you can get what you need for yunjin. you keep glancing at your phone, making sure you're at the right address, before you hear the door click and open, making you quickly look up.

standing there is a tall girl, dyed ginger hair with the softest brown eyes you’ve seen, even if they're reddened and low-lidded from smoking. she's wearing a hoodie and grey sweatpants, and is leaning against the door looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“oh,” she lets out, a smile forming on her face and whisker dimples showing. “you're yn, right? here to pick up yunjin’s stuff?”

“yeah.” you nod, awkwardly shifting on your feet.

“come in.” she waves, gesturing for you to come inside as she opens the door wider. “i’m megan by the way.”

you step inside the apartment, glancing around for a second before the door closes behind you, and megan walks by.

“you can sit wherever. just gimmie a minute,” megan says, walking to a backpack and pulling out the largest bag filled with weed you've seen.

your eyes widen subtly seeing the bag, but you quickly look away and find yourself sitting down on the small couch. you cross your legs over each other anxiously, your hands resting on your knee as you silently watch megan do whatever it is she does best.

megan sits criss-cross in front of her small glass coffee table that has mixed energy drinks, lighters, blunts, and half-grinded weed in a tray. she opens the bag and grabs a small tupperware container, setting it on the scale in front of her. she turns the scale on, tapping it a few times before putting the container on it and starting to pour the contents.

“so…” megan says, looking at the scale. “you smoke?”

“oh, no.” you instantly shake your head and wave your hand. “it's uh–not my kind of thing.”

“mm.” megan hums, nodding her head. “it's not for everyone,” she says. and it's without any type of mocking tone like you usually hear. “you in school?”

“yeah.” you nod. “junior in a uni.”

“what's your major?” she asks next, still looking at the scale.

“computer science and engineering,” you answer after a moment of hesitation.

megan’s eyes finally flicker up to you, a little smile forming on her face. “wow, you must be super smart then.”

you shake your head, face heating up. “i wouldn't say that,” you say.

“it's a hard major,” megan responds, looking back down at the table. “you have to be a little smart to stay in it if you're a junior.”

“i guess.” you shrug, struggling to take the compliment. “are you in school or anything?”

megan laughs and shakes her head. “oh. no, hell no,” she answers. “i barely graduated high school and decided that was it for me.”

“college isn't for everyone,” you say. “it's a lot.”

“that's what i was told.” megan nods. “plus, being dyslexic doesn't make things any easier.”

you can't help but ask, “you're dyslexic?”

“it's not a big deal.” megan shakes her head. she closes the ziplock bag and sets it on the ground next to her, then grabs a smaller ziplock bag and pours the contents into it. “i didn't want to bother getting into a school and then failing out ‘cause i couldn't understand it.”

“i’m sorry about that,” you say.

“don't worry,” megan responds, shaking her head again. “it's not that big of a deal.” she closes the bag and grabs a sharpie off the table, writing the name of the strain on the bag.

you don’t know what to say now. you fiddle with your hands mindlessly, and megan notices. she puts the sharpie back on the table and looks at you.

“you okay?” megan asks.

“hm?” you blink a few times. “oh, y-yeah, sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” megan tells you. she pauses for a moment before asking the question she had been wondering this whole time. “you haven’t done this before, have you?”

you shake your head, eyes averting from hers. “was it that obvious?” you mumble.

“kinda.” megan nods. “but it’s alright. i have to ask, though, why?”

you shrug. “yunjin didn’t want to so she asked me to.”

“and you agreed? without knowing who i am or how these things work?” she questions.

you nod, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands anxiously. “yeah, i-i mean she asked me so i couldn’t just say no,” you answer.

megan hums and nods her head. you’re not sure what that is supposed to mean, nor do you know if it’s good or bad. you’re growing more anxious by the minute, and you don’t know what to do.

suddenly, megan stands and hands you the bag of weed without saying anything. you scramble to your feet and stand, quickly grabbing the bag and reaching into your pocket to give her the money yunjin gave you to pay her with. megan tsks and shakes her head.

“actually…” her voice trails off. “you keep the money. but i want your number instead.”

you blink, slowly processing her words. “what?” you let out.

“give me your number, and you tell yunjin to bring you around every time she needs a re-up,” megan says, smiling.

she’s being serious, you know that much. but why? was this something that usually happened? no, that wasn’t believable. you should say no and just give her the money. but the longer you stare into her brown puppy eyes and that cute smile, you want to say yes.

you swallow the lump in your throat and manage to respond. “yeah, okay.”

megan’s smile grows bigger, and her whisker dimples show. “great.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you stand in front of megan’s apartment, hoodie and a pair of shorts on, as the brisk breeze of the night hits you, making you shiver. you texted her earlier that you would be stopping by, and she responded, but she could fall asleep within seconds after texting. so you had no clue if she was even awake right now.

it’s been a few months since the first time you stopped by this apartment and met megan. since then, you had been going each time to get yunjin’s supply of whatever she needed. you would stay for a little longer than you should’ve each time, though. you couldn’t help it. something about megan just drew you in the more you were around her. she was so sweet to you, and she was funny, and she seemed to really care for you.

that being said, you haven’t been anywhere with her outside of her apartment. she probably doesn’t even like you the way you like her; it would be no surprise in your opinion. she probably had multiple different girls lined up that would throw everything away and jump at the opportunity to get with her.

you're contemplating turning back, but the door unlocks and opens.

“hey,” megan mumbles, rubbing her eyes with her hand. “you okay?”

“yeah.” you nod. “i just uh, i didn't want to be at home right now.”

there's more to it, megan can tell even if her half-awake mind. but she doesn't say anything. “okay.” she opens the door wider and moves aside so you can come in.

“do you want something to drink?” megan asks, walking into her kitchen.

“no, i’m alright,” you reply, walking behind and stopping at the couch, sitting down.

there's something definitely wrong, megan thinks. you always ask for water, barely take a few sips, and then take it with you when you leave. so for you to want nothing is definitely a sign. still, she grabs two and walks back over to the couch, sitting next to you and putting both on the coffee table.

“alright.” she leans back into the couch. “what's up?”

you’re looking down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers out of nervousness. she knows something's up, and you know that. what's the worst that could happen if you said the truth anyway? lose the first girl you fell in love with. right. that's the one that scared you.

sure, you’ve had a few crushes on people throughout high school, but once you got into college, you became so focused on academics that you didn't even have time to consider liking someone. even with the occasional party you would attend, nothing would go far because you would leave as soon as possible. until you met megan, that is. you're not even sure what it specifically was. her soft brown eyes that gazed at you like you were the world, her smile that flashed those whisker dimples that made your knees weak, that low voice she would use when it was late and you were calling or stopping by. okay, so maybe it was a few different things. but still! this was a first for you, and you were freaking out.

“yn?”

you're shaken out of your thoughts when you hear your name, looking up and seeing megan leaned closer now, eyeing you with subtle concern etched on her face. without thinking, the words come stumbling out.

“um, i-i kinda have feelings for you–like uh, not friend feelings–well–not kinda, i mean i-i do i just uh, i’ve been terrified of telling you.”

megan’s eyes widened slightly, not expecting that. she blinked, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “oh.”

you're judging her reaction as a bad one, and you feel your heart twist, looking away from her. “i-i should go,” you stutter, feeling the tears start to build as you move to stand.

“wait!” megan grabs your hand to stop you, and you do, glancing at her. “don't go. please.” she pauses before continuing. “i like you too. i think i have since i met you, and i didn't say anything because i didn't want to push something onto you, or you don't feel the same way. i was scared. and it's so stupid.”

you look at her more closely, and you can tell she's serious. that she's not just saying it to make you feel better about the situation, and still, you can't help but whisper, “really?”

“yeah.” megan nods. “i do, really.”

you don't know what to do now, staring at her with glassy, tear-filled eyes that are threatening to spill. her hand slowly cups your face, wiping away the stray tear falling down your cheek. she leans a little bit closer, her eyes flickering from yours to your lips before looking at you again.

“can i kiss you?” she asks quietly, like she's hesitating.

all you can do is nod, not trusting your voice to speak for you. megan leans forward more, stopping when her lips are nearly touching yours, before closing the gap between you two. when her lips touch yours, you can't help the small squeak-like noise that leaves your throat. her lips are softer than you thought they would be, and you can faintly taste mint mixed with smoke.

it turns messy quickly, with megan biting at your bottom lip and slipping her tongue in when you gasp and part your lips for her. one of her hands moves to hold your waist, and she tilts her head to the side, deepening the kiss. you let out a soft moan, and she feels her shorts tightening at the little noise.

she pulls away finally, and both of you are breathless. your lips are slightly swollen, parted a bit as you stare at her, not knowing what to do now. in a split-second decision, you grab her face with both hands and kiss her again with more force, not entirely knowing what you're doing. her eyes widen at the action, and she's immediately kissing back with the same intensity. her hands find your waist again, under your shirt, grazing your skin, making goosebumps rise on your body, a shiver running down your spine at her cold fingertips.

her hands start trailing up slowly, careful not to freak you out, before they reach your breasts. one hand instantly gropes you past your bra, thumb dragging across your nipple, making a quiet gasp come from you. her lips slide against yours messily as her hand continues to squeeze solely to hear the little noises you’re making.

suddenly, megan pulls back and looks at you, panting a little bit, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. she looked like she wanted to eat you alive, and it sent a wave of unfamiliar heat straight to your core.

“megan–” you can't get another word out before she picks you up and moves from the couch to her bed, lying you down on the sheets and crawling above you.

“you're beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing a light kiss on your jaw. then to your neck, leaving little kisses.

“megan,” you say, your voice shaking a little when her hands move back under your shirt. the anxiety starts creeping through your body when you realize where this could be going, and you panic a little. megan doesn't seem to notice the change in your voice until you speak again, when her hands start moving up again. “meg–w-wait!” you stumble out, grabbing her hands and stopping her.

megan instantly freezes like she's been snapped out of a daze. concern etches over her face as she pulls away and looks down at you. “are you okay?” she asks softly.

you nod, eyes averting from hers, looking down. “yeah. i-i just…” you pause, nervous to say it. “i-i’ve never–i’ve never done any of this before.” your voice is barely heard. “that was...” you can't even voice it properly, embarrassment surging through you now.

megan blinks, processing the words. it's quiet for a moment, and you start thinking you just screwed all this up when she gently holds your chin and tilts your head up to look at her, her eyes filled with something you couldn't pinpoint.

“i’m so sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn't know. i thought–i shouldn't have assumed,” she stops for a minute. “was that your first kiss?” she asks.

all you do is nod and swallow the lump in your throat.

“do you wanna redo it?”

you look at her with glossy eyes, not expecting her to say anything remotely close to that. you nod, “yeah. just…slower, please.”

megan nods, both hands cupping your face as she leans in and kisses you, a vast difference than the ones before your confession. her lips move more slowly, not rushing, like she's trying to remember how you feel. your eyes flutter closed, and you reciprocate after a second of hesitation. you feel your body relax, the anxiety slowly fading away, but still there just a tiny bit.

when megan pulls away, her thumb swipes at your bottom lip, quietly whispering, “how was that?”

you open your eyes, feeling your heart practically beating out of your chest as your gaze meets hers. “amazing,” you whisper back. “can we try it again…? and some more?”

“you sure?” megan asks, genuinely serious for once in her life which surprises you. she's rarely serious, but you know when she is, like now. “we can wait.”

“i want to,” you tell her. “i want you. i-i want you to be the first.”

something changes in megan’s expression. her eyes get a little softer, her lips parted slightly before she licks them and swallows thickly. she's nervous now, you can tell.

“i trust you, megan.”

those words seem to be enough to kick her into gear, nodding her head. “okay. you tell me if you wanna stop or if you're uncomfortable, ‘kay? i don't wanna hurt you,” she says, her voice soft. “that's the last thing i wanna do.”

your heart swells at her words, and you nod. “okay.”

“okay,” megan replies. “you wanna try another kiss?”

all you can do is nod, and megan is leaning down again, pressing her lips against yours. you sigh softly into the kiss, eyes closing again. she nips at your bottom lip, and a quiet whimper leaves you. megan smiles internally, wanting to hear more of those noises from you. her hands start sliding down again, much slower than last time. her hands are warm, which surprises you, but it also feels like your skin is on fire wherever her hands or fingers lie.

megan’s hands swoop under your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribs as she slowly goes back down, grabbing the hem. she parts from the kiss for a second, glancing down at you.

“can i take this off?” she asks softly.

“yes,” you breathe out, nodding.

you lift your arms, and megan slips the shirt off over your head. she looks down at you, and you sit up a little, reaching for the clasp of your bra, unclipping it, and letting it fall. megan’s breath hitches in her throat. her eyes turn a shade darker, like something hungry just washed over them. you don’t know if it’s good or bad, either. your hands subconsciously reach up to cover yourself, but megan is quick to grab your hands before you can.

“i want to see you,” she says, like she means it.

you nod, letting her move your hands and letting them rest at your sides.

“you’re perfect,” she whispers.

your face heats up at her words, trying not to combust at the mere thought of what she could do next. but, thankfully, you don’t have to wait and ponder for too long.

megan leans down again, but instead of moving to kiss you, she goes lower. she takes one of your nipples in her mouth and licks over it gently. a gasp escapes your mouth, and she giggles against you. she gently bites down, and you let out a shaky, hesitant moan, like you don’t know if you should be making these noises or not.

“let me hear you, mama,” megan murmurs against your skin. “nobody’s gonna hear.”

just her words alone have you letting out a whine, hips jerking slightly. you can feel your dampness seeping through your panties now, sticking to your skin in a rather embarrassing manner. you try not to think about that, though.

megan tries to contain herself, but she’s rock hard now, poking through her sweatpants she was wearing. she rolls her hips once and lets out a quiet moan, sucking on your nipple. your eyes snap open when you feel it.

“meg?” you whimper when she does that subtle but not-so-subtle roll of her hips again.

“hm?” megan finally pulls away from your sore breasts, peering down at you with hungry eyes. she follows your gaze down, and she says a quiet “oh,” like she forgot it was there. “have you ever…?” her voice trails off.

you shake your head, your face heating up in embarrassment again. but instead of laughing or making fun of you like you thought anyone would, megan leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

“we’ll go slow, okay?” she says quietly. “you tell me if you wanna stop at any time, and i will.”

your heart swells at her words. you nod, and she smiles down at you. her hands slowly trail down lower until they stop at the waistband of your shorts, and she looks at you.

“can i take these off?” she asks.

you nod again, feeling your throat close up and not be able to form any words.

“lift your hips f’me,” she says, fingers curling around the waistband.

you do as she says, lifting your hips off the bed as she pulls your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel the cool air hit your exposed area, making a shiver run down your spine, and your legs try to close. but megan stops you, both hands landing on your legs to keep them open, her eyes peering down at you.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” she says, smiling at you.

“i just—i’ve never—”

“i know, baby,” megan cuts you off with her sweet voice. “that’s why we’re gonna go slow, okay? you got anywhere to be tomorrow?”

you briefly think before shaking your head. thankfully, it was the one day you didn’t have classes, maybe that’s why you came here tonight specifically. you don’t really know.

megan smiles. “good. i can really take my time with you, then.”

you’re not really sure what she means by that, but you’re not scared like you thought you would be.

megan slides down onto her stomach between your legs, head slotted between your thighs as her big eyes look up at you.

“i’m gonna use my tongue, okay? tell me if you want to stop,” she tells you.

you nod quickly. “okay,” you breathe out.

megan starts leaving little kisses on your thighs, trailing her way up to your entrance that’s dripping onto her sheets. she groans lowly, seeing it, bringing two fingers and collecting your slick on them. she then puts her fingers in her mouth and moans, her eyes fluttering shut. when she opens her eyes again, she grabs you by your thighs and pulls you closer to her face.

“gotta taste you now,” megan murmurs.

carefully, megan sticks her tongue out and licks a long strip up your cunt. you gasp sharply, hands clasping at the sheets underneath you for some kind of leverage. megan giggles against you and does another lick back down, smiling at the sound of you letting out a small, shaky moan. she flicks your clit with her tongue, and you let out an actual moan. your hand clamps over your mouth tightly to keep quiet, surprising yourself at the noise that left your mouth.

megan pulls away from you barely enough to talk. “don’t do that, lemme hear you.”

you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, and megan reaches up and takes it into hers. she intertwines your fingers and rests her arm on the bed. she then doesn’t say anything when she suddenly wraps her lips around your clit and sucks on it cautiously, making your back arch with a moan leaving your lips, and your hand squeezes hers.

“f-fuck!” your voice cracks.

megan starts going faster now, alternating between sucking on your clit and licking up and down your folds. after a few minutes of doing that, she decides to take it a step further. she brings her other hand up between your thighs, one finger circling your entrance. she looks up at you, waiting for you to say stop, but you just nod your head quickly.

“pl-please,” you whimper.

with your permission, megan slowly pushes her middle finger in, feeling you tighten and clamp around her. she sucks in a breath, her eyes looking away from your face down to your cunt that was greedily sucking her finger in deeper. she feels your body tense up, and she rubs small circles on your hand with her thumb that was holding yours. she waits for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling before she carefully starts moving.

“oh my g-god.”

you squeeze megan’s hand, and she does too, letting you know that she’s there, that she’s taking care of you. you open your eyes and look down at her, meeting her dark hungry eyes. she starts sucking on your clit again, and you moan loudly.

“faster, p-please megan,” you choke out, looking down at her still.

megan smiles against you and starts going faster with both her finger and her lips on your swollen clit. you throw your head back against the bed, a string of curses falling from your lips that has megan making you want to cum even more now. she carefully brings a second finger and slowly pushes it in, making you let out a scream-like moan and arch your back off the bed.

“so tight,” megan mumbles.

megan can barely think about anything other than you. you’re squeezing around her two fingers so tight she can barely thrust them inside you, moving slowly again so she doesn’t hurt you but speeds up the licking and sucking on your clit. you let out a whine, nails digging into her hand, but she doesn’t falter one bit. in fact, she is encouraged by it. she loves being the one to break you like this. she can only imagine what you’d feel like wrapped around her cock.

“oh my—fuck, megan!” you mewl, your other hand landing on her head and grabbing her hair.

megan moans into you when you tug on her hair, and that makes you moan even louder. without realizing, your hips start rolling against her face, desperate for more. you feel something tightening in your lower stomach, and you think you know what it is.

“meg—i-i think i’m gonna—” you’re cut off by a high-pitched moan leaving your mouth feeling her curl her fingers and hit even deeper inside you.

megan pulls away enough to respond to you. “go ahead, cum for me, baby. i got you.”

your breathing gets heavier, the feeling growing higher and higher and you’re about to crash over when she curls her fingers again and flicks your clit with her tongue. you let out a scream, your whole body shaking as your orgasm crashes down on you. you swear you see white for a second, and you’re almost worried you broke megan’s hand with how hard you squeezed that time.

but megan doesn’t seem bothered at all. she seems more turned on than anything. she slows her fingers to a stop and gently pulls them out of you. she licks them clean before climbing back up to meet your face. she brushes your hair out of your face and looks down at you.

“are you okay?” she asks softly.

you open your eyes and smile at her, still trying to catch your breath.

“yeah,” you answer. “that was amazing.”

“i’m glad.” megan smiles and leans down, capturing your lips in hers.

you whimper into the kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in deeper. you can feel her bulge pressing against your thigh, and you pull out of the kiss.

“take it off,” you say breathlessly.

“what?” megan replies.

“your clothes,” you answer. “i want all of you.”

megan blinks like she didn’t expect you to say that, because she didn’t. she was expecting you to say you’re done after that, and she would have been more than okay with that. she would let you rest on the bed while she finished in the bathroom, and she wouldn’t mind one bit because she was the first one to make you feel that way.

megan nods, climbing off the bed quickly. she pulls her hoodie off over her head, wearing only a sports bra underneath, taking that off as well. she then tugs down her sweatpants and boxers, kicking them off her ankles. your eyes go wide when you see the size of her. she opens her bedstand drawer and pulls out a condom wrapper. she rips it open with her teeth and slides it over her cock. after, she crawls back onto the bed and settles herself between your legs again.

“you sure you want this?” megan asks you, eyes peering down at you.

you nod assuringly. “yes.”

“tell me if it’s hurting too much, okay?” she says, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“okay, i promise,” you reply.

megan reaches between you two, grabbing her cock and lining it up against you. she slowly starts pushing the thick head in, and you suck in a sharp breath. she instantly stops, resting her head on yours.

“it’s gonna hurt, baby,” she says quietly. “you still sure?”

“mhm,” you hum and nod quickly, not wanting to back out now. you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down closer to you. “just go slow, please.”

“of course,” megan instantly responds.

she starts pushing in again, and you let out a whimper feeling her stretch you out. your eyes scrunch shut, and you bite down on your bottom lip harshly. it burns, is all you can think right now. she’s only gone two inches in, and you feel like she’s splitting you open. your nails dig into her shoulders as you try your best to breathe steadily.

“a little more, okay?” megan whispers. “or is this too much?”

you shake your head. “n-no, keep going.”

megan pushes a little further slowly, pressing little kisses on your head and cheeks.

“you’re doing great, baby,” she tells you. “just a little more.”

you just nod, not being able to respond with words at the moment. she keeps pushing and eventually stops, her pelvis flush against you. you let out a whimper, and megan looks down at you with concerned eyes.

“are you okay?” she asks.

“y-yeah.” you nod. “just give me a second.”

megan nods, pushing your hair out of your face. “take all the time you need.”

you can feel megan’s eyes on you, and you slowly open your own to meet hers. your breath catches in your throat. she's looking down at you with so much love and affection that it makes your heart skip a beat. you never thought you’d see her like this.

a few minutes pass, and you feel ready.

“you can move now,” you say quietly.

megan nods, kissing your head tenderly. she rests on her forearms now, hovering above you, peering down at you. she slowly starts moving her hips, carefully pulling out a little and then pushing back in. she sucks in a breath, feeling your walls clamp around her cock past the condom.

“is this okay?” megan asks.

you nod, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth again. it still hurts right now, you can’t lie. but the last thing you want to do is stop her when she’s already gone this far with you.

“hurts…” you mumble.

“i know, baby,” megan replies in a hushed voice. “i’ll keep going slow.”

you nod again, not being able to respond. megan leans down and kisses you, and you whimper as she moves again. you pull her down closer, hands tangling in her hair when you pull away suddenly, letting out a quiet moan at the first feeling of pleasure instead of pain.

“oh my god,” you whisper. “f-fuck—meg—”

“yeah?” megan says, her eyes scanning your face. “you want me to stop?”

you quickly shake your head. “no, no,” you gasp.

megan nods, continuing to slowly roll her hips into you, pressing deep inside you making you let out a little gasp every time she pushes back in. the pain is gone now thankfully, and all you can feel is how full of her you are. you can’t stop the noises that are quietly leaving your mouth, little moans and quiet gasps.

“you okay?” megan asks, still looking over you for any sign of wanting to stop.

“yes, god yes,” you immediately answer, already breathless. “don't stop.”

it's easier to move for megan now, your slick essence helping her roll her hips without worrying of hurting you anymore. she keeps it slow, however. until she hears you say you want more or to go faster, she's remaining steady at that pace.

“fuck, megan,” you whine, your eyes squeezing shut.

“yeah?” she responds, trying to keep her breathing regular.

“y-you feel so good,” you say through moans. “feels s-s’good.”

megan’s hips stutter at your words, a tiny moan escaping her lips, “fuck.” she falters for a second, pushing deeper inside you which has you moaning louder.

“you like it?” she asks, her breathing starting to get heavier.

you nod feverishly. “yes, yes—oh my god!” you writhe around under her, your hands grasping her nape and shoulder tightly. “keep going, please.”

megan nods the best she can, letting out little moans more frequently now. she can't help herself. you're so tight around her, and your words and reactions are only making her want to cum even faster, even if it's into the condom.

you feel that same knot building in the pit of your stomach again, and you blink your eyes open. you look up at megan, seeing strands of her hair sticking to her face from sweat, her eyes dilated and dark staring back down at you. you can see her lips parted, letting out soft moans that she's trying to contain.

“megan,” you gasp. “i-i’m gonna cum.”

megan’s eyes flicker across your face, meeting your gaze. “let go, baby. i got you. let go and cum, baby,” she tells you in a hushed voice. “i’m right here with you, i got you.”

you can't get any other words out, your walls tightening around her cock making megan choke out a moan, spilling her load into the condom. you cry out, your nails digging into her skin as your body shakes underneath her.

both of you are breathing heavily, and megan has stopped moving now. her head still rests on yours, both of your eyes closed trying to regain yourselves. your hands relax, and they loosely hang around her neck. you bring her down closer, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss.

when you pull away, megan opens her eyes and looks down at you. “hey,” she whispers.

“hey,” you respond in the same voice.

“you okay?” she asks.

you nod, smiling. “yeah, i’m okay.”

megan smiles back at you, knowing you're being truthful.

“i’m gonna clean you up, okay?” she says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

you nod again. “okay.”

megan slowly pulls out of you, careful to not hurt you in any way. she stumbles off the bed a little bit, catching her balance at the last second. she slips the condom off her, tossing it in the little trash bin by her bed filled with water bottles. she heads to her bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel and heads back out to you.

she sits back down on the bed next to your limp body, cleaning you up the best she could with the towel until you were able to walk and take a shower. when she finishes, she sets the rag on the floor and looks over at you. you're already looking at her.

“that was amazing,” you say quietly.

megan’s face and eyes softened. “really?”

you nod, grabbing her hand. “yeah.”

a smile grows on her face. “i’m glad it was good,” she replies.

“i’m happy it was you.”

megan’s heart skips a beat at your words. you say it so casually, but she knows you mean it more than anything else. that's why she feels her heart beat out of her chest like never before. it's also why she feels her throat close up and she struggles to get out words.

“megan?”

she shakes out of her thoughts, swallowing the lump in her throat. “sorry, i just–haven't really been someone's first before so.”

“oh,” you let out.

megan now wishes the world would fall apart under her so she can forget what she said.

“you did a good job,” you tell her.

she lets out a dry chuckle. “yeah?” she asks.

“yeah,” you confirm.

a silence fills the apartment now, one that left you both wondering what was going to happen next. you speak first.

“do you want me to go?”

megan’s eyes go wide, and she shakes her head.

“no, no, i don't want you to go anywhere,” she stammers before pausing. “i want you to stay the night, please.”

you smile softly and tug on her arm. “then come lay down with me. i’m tired,” you say.

megan immediately nods, grabbing the blanket and laying down beside you. she pulls the blanket over you both, and she rests her head on one of the two pillows she had. you look at her silently, not knowing what to do now.

“c’mere,” megan says softly, being able to tell your anxious.

you carefully move closer towards her, your body sore and already aching a little bit. your on your side as is she, and she wraps her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. your bodies are molding with each other, legs intertwined underneath the blanket. you tuck your head under her chin, resting it on her chest.

megan presses a soft kiss on your head, rubbing small circles on your back.

“get some sleep,” she says quietly. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

“okay,” you mumble, eyes already closed feeling the exhaustion seep through your body.

and even if you’ve heard different things over the past few months of knowing megan, you believe her.

"oh fuck."

megan cannot believe she's in this position, literally. she's on her hands and knees, facing the headboard of the bed while daniela is on her knees behind her. megan can hear the snap of the lube cap being shut, and she feels her face turn red, even though nothing had technically been done to her yet.

"you okay?" daniela asks, rubbing one hand soothingly on megan's back.

"yeah." but megan's voice shakes a little.

"we don't have to do this if—"

"no!" megan quickly interrupts. "please, i-i want to."

daniela nods. "okay, baby."

daniela slowly brings her right hand down megan's backside, her fingers gently prodding at her hole. "remember what we said, cariño?"

"yeah," megan answers with a nod.

"alright." daniela nods. "you remember the safeword?"

"mhm," megan hums, nodding again. "please, dani..."

"okay, baby."

daniela slowly presses her middle finger against megan's hole, and carefully pushes inside. megan lets out a loud whimper, her head falling down along with her hair, covering her face.

"you okay?" daniela asks her.

"yeah," megan replies with a nod. "keep going, please."

daniela pushes her finger in further, curling it a little. megan lets out a whiny moan, her legs trembling slightly. hearing this, daniela pushes another finger in, making megan moan again.

"fuck..." megan moans. she's already enjoying this too much. mixed with how she's tightening around daniela's fingers, her cock is steadily leaking precum on the sheets underneath her, rock hard and pulsing with need.

with two fingers pressed in, daniela starts moving them slowly. she barely does anything at first, not wanting to hurt megan as she keeps looking over her to see any signs of discomfort or pain. she experimentally curls both fingers, and megan lets out a whine of her name.

"please...please," megan murmurs. "need it, mommy, please."

a sly smile grows on daniela's face. megan doesn't even realize what she's said, but daniela heard it loud and clear. without saying anything, she pulls her fingers out. megan whines at the sudden empty feeling, but quickly shuts up when she feels the pressure of the strap pressing against her. the strap is covered in a thin layer of lube to help with the first-time intrusion, the bottle of lube discarded on the bed next to them.

carefully, daniela pushes the tip of the strap inside. megan's breath hitches in her throat, her body tensing up. daniela rubs megan's back gently.

"you got this, baby," daniela says softly. "relax for mommy, yeah?"

megan's face heats up, a pathetic whimper leaving her mouth at her girlfriend's words. "yes, mommy."

daniela slowly continues to push inside inch by inch, until her pelvis is flush against megan, her hand still rubbing her back. megan's body tenses up at the feeling still, not completely used to it. she focuses on trying to breathe most importantly, ignoring the burning pain of the faux cock deep inside of her.

"you okay, mei?" daniela's voice brings megan out of her thoughts.

"yeah..." but her voice is small and quiet. she relaxes a little bit, slowly adjusting to the feeling as the pain fades away. "you can go now."

daniela nods, her hand still on megan's lower back with her thumb drawing circles on her skin. she slowly pulls out a little bit, then pushes back in. megan lets out a breathy moan, and a smile grows on daniela's face. she does it again, and pauses, then again until she builds a steady momentum.

"oh my god," megan moans, her hands grasping at the sheets below her so tightly her knuckles were turning white. "f-fuck."

"hm?" daniela hums, smiling. "you like it, baby?"

"yes, yes." megan nods quickly, more moans falling from her lips.

"tell me how much you like it, baby."

"so-so much, mommy," megan whines loudly. "i love it s'much."

she can barely support herself with her arms, trembling with the pleasure coursing through her as daniela speeds up without saying anything. daniela grabs megan's hips, pulling her closer, and pushing the strap deeper inside her, making megan cry out. her arms give out, and she's face-first in the pillows and sheets, her mouth wide open with moans and whines spilling out freely.

her cock is throbbing between her legs, rock hard and leaking precum onto the bed beneath her. the tip grazes against the bed every time her body pushes forward, making more moans fall from her mouth from the friction mixed with daniela's relentless movements.

"mommy..." megan mewls, her back arching as her hips start pushing back against the latina.

"yeah, baby?" daniela says, occasionally letting out small moans and sighs. the base of the strap is pressing against her clit so nicely and perfectly, and she's trying to hold herself back from losing it and thrusting into megan like a wild animal because it feels too good.

"please, please," megan begs, but she doesn't even know what she's begging for. anything, really. more, faster, harder, to choke her, to touch her aching cock, she'll take anything.

daniela hums. "you gotta tell me what you want, amor," she tells her.

megan whines, barely able to say anything in the first place. daniela raises her left hand, and lands a harsh smack on megan's ass, making the girl yelp and jerk backwards closer to daniela.

"use your words," daniela says, her voice low but still soft, making megan's mind swim.

"m-more," megan stammers. "ple-please, mommy." her voice cracks, tears building in her eyes. "please i-i want more mommy, please touch me, please."

daniela coos at megan, "aww don't cry, my pretty girl." she leans over megan, her bare chest pressed against megan's back as she brings her hand in between her legs. her hand wraps around megan's cock, and the girl lets out a broken moan.

"oh my god," megan cries.

"don't cum yet, baby," daniela tells her.

megan shakes her head the best she can. "i-i can't," she gasps.

daniela squeezes the tip of megan's cock, dragging her thumb over the slit and smearing the precum down and starting to jerk her off. megan moans loudly, her hips bucking forward into daniela's hand and backwards into her strap that's still thrusting in and out of her.

"don't," daniela says more seriously. "if you cum now i won't let you cum on my face. that's what you really want, isn't it?"

megan whimpers into the pillow. daniela knows megan's favorite thing is giving the latina a facial so she can take pictures to save in her private folder on her phone. the sight alone is always enough to get her hard again.

"yes, yes, yes," megan babbles. "please mommy, please, i wanna cum s'bad please!"

"yeah?" daniela replies.

"uh-huh!" megan nods feverishly, her tears flowing into the pillow along with drool from her open mouth letting out moans that are only getting louder and higher-pitched.

daniela hums, pretending like she's pondering making megan whine. she speeds up her hand, and megan lets out a moan, crying into the pillow below her.

all megan can get out is begs and cries of "please" mixed with her cries. her cock pulses and throbs with need, her balls tightening with that desperate need to cum. she won't be able to last another minute, they both know that.

daniela decides to give megan what she wants. she's been so good for her, after all.

"cum for me, baby."

megan lets out a choked moan, voice cracking in the middle. her body shakes uncontrollably as long, thick spurts of cum shoot from her cock onto the bed below her, her stomach, and daniela's hand, her vision blacking out for a second or two.

daniela carefully continues, feeling her own orgasm approaching before she cums, letting out a breathy moan. she slows her hips to a stop, pressing soft kisses on megan's back and shoulders.

"are you okay?" she whispers.

"yeah," megan mumbles into the pillow.

daniela pulls megan's hair to one side so she can see her face. her eyes are still closed, and her lips are parted slightly, tear marks on her cheeks staining the pillow. she kisses her head gently.

daniela carefully pulls out, and megan lets out a quiet whimper. megan then collapses into the bed, breathing still trying to even out. she can feel the sweat sticking to her skin along with the cum trickling down her stomach, but she doesn't care enough to move.

daniela rolls megan over onto her back carefully. "mei?"

megan hums quietly.

"open your eyes for me, baby," daniela says, her hand caressing her cheek.

megan drearily opens her eyes, the glassy look in them making daniela smile.

"you got my hand all messy and sticky, y'know," daniela says and brings her other hand that had megan's cum dripping down, licking it clean.

megan whimpers watching daniela, their eyes locked on each other as daniela cleans her hand. megan's cock twitches, getting hard at the provocative sight in front of her. daniela smiles, bringing her hand away from her mouth.

"mm, looks like someone's hard again," she says seductively.

"i-i'm sorry," megan breathes out.

daniela shakes her head, crawling closer to her. "don't apologize, baby." she brings her hand up megan's thigh. "you did so good for me."

"really?" megan asks.

"mhm." daniela nods. "you think you can give me one more?"

megan looks up at daniela who's smiling down at her, and she doesn't even think before nodding. daniela's smile grows wider. she slowly wraps her hand around megan's cock, and the girl lets out a little moan, her head falling back against the wet pillow.

"fuck..." megan breathes out, her chest already starting to rise and fall rapidly again.

"feel good, baby?" daniela asks.

megan nods quickly. "yeah...yes."

daniela situates herself between megan's legs on her knees, leaning down and licking over the tip of her cock. megan sucks in a sharp breath, and daniela giggles. she then wraps her lips around the head, and megan lets out a moan, her eyes rolling back.

"oh my god," megan says.

daniela looks up at megan as she swallows her cock, throat contracting around the girth of her, wanting to see how she breaks apart. she doesn't start slow this time, knowing megan can and will take whatever she gives her when she blows her. she bobs her head up and down at a fast pace, her hand jerking off the rest that couldn't fit in her mouth. it's sloppy and messy and there's slick noises filling the room mixed with megan's loud moans. daniela loves being the one who gets to make megan act this way.

"shit!" megan's hips jerk up into daniela's mouth, making the latina gag around her and megan moans. megan can already feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach embarrassingly fast, and she tries to get out the words.

"d-dani—mommy—i-i'm gonna cum," megan manages to get out.

daniela hums around megan, hollowing her cheeks and sucking around her faster. megan's breathing increases, her thighs trembling which daniela notices. suddenly, daniela pulls her mouth off of her, using her hand to continue to jerk her off.

"you wanna cum, cariño?" daniela asks.

"yes, yes!" megan nods quickly. "please, please, please!"

"go ahead, baby."

megan's breath catches, and as daniela opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, megan is cumming even harder than the last time. her body trembles with the aftershocks, until she eventually stills. she slowly looks down at daniela, seeing spurts of her cum on her face and tongue.

"can i take a picture?" megan asks shakily.

daniela nods. "of course, mi amor."

megan reaches onto the nightstand and sits up a little bit, opening her phone camera and pointing it at daniela. she snaps a few pictures and saves them to her private folder.

"thank you," megan says.

"don't worry about it, baby," daniela replies. "we'll do this again."

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