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u/lararaj • 17h • reddit

AITA for exposing my girlfriend?

i (F20) have been with my girlfriend for a few years now, and we’ve been veryveryvery happy.

until last week.

we were having dinner with some friends and the conversation shifted into “who fell first.” before i could say anything or even make a small noise, i see her stupid finger point straight at me with LIGHTNING speed.

everybody nods, nobody defends me.

truthfully, i think she’s projecting. so i decided to sit her down a few days later and tell her she’s a hypocrite and that SHE (!!) is obsessed. i bring up these points:

↬ headcanon ; nerd megan with her emo g!p girlfriend.

*sexual content*

scene : your boyfriend calls you, but your ‘kinda’ busy, and manon makes sure he knows his girl is busy.

content warning : cheating , g!p manon , fem reader , manon is cocky , creampie , squirt , language , praise words , pet names.

author's note : stay hydrated guys 😌 . m.list

You were in a sticky situation at the moment, well your legs were sticky drooping with your cum mixed in with manon’s. You knew this was wrong, she was your boyfriend’s best friend. But he disrespected you in front of everyone tonight, making you leave the house party.

To get revenge you decided to sleep with his best friend, the friend who he grew up with from childhood. Doing this feels like betrayal to him. But Manon didn’t care, she had the prettiest chick, getting cracked by her.

Manon originally had a crush on you, but so did Jacob so she let Jacob take you out on her dream dates. She let him have the girl she wanted, kiss the girl she wanted, even slept with the girl she wanted. It wasn’t fair for her.

So now she had you where she wanted, she took deep thrusts into you. “Fuck you tight as hell pretty..” her hips pulled away before snapping forwards again. You whined, this was so wrong on so many levels but she felt so good.

You’d already cummed on her dick twice, and your third was already building up into a knot. “m..manon..” you muttered, she couldn’t hear you though — the background sounds of her clapping your cheeks.

“Shit baby..” she braced her hands on your waist and started thrusting into you. Your head dipped into the mattress, “manon.. m’close..” you finally started over you rambling.

“again? You already gonna cum for me right now..?” She leaned in her chest pressed in your back. “Hold it for me princess.. imma cum with you soon.. so be good for mama yea..?”

You nodded, Jacob never made you feel like this ever, he’d always pull out to cum on your thigh. He never had good enough stamina and never filled you up like how manon. You started to regret your choices of choosing him over her.

You clenched hard onto her dick holding it in as the good girl you know you are for her, as you gripped the sheets holding on for dear life your phone rang. If was located near were manon was standing, “your phone is ringing dear..” she looked at you and smirked as you completely ignored her words.

At this point your brain was all mushed up, you were so sensitive that your body was going in overdrive. “Imma answer it and give it to you yea..?..” she picked up your phone, it was Jacob calling you.

“Well well well this will be fun princess..” she clicked answer, and handed you the phone, you gripped it trying not to moan as manon found a new spot inside you to hit.

Jacob : “yn i’m sorry is was a stupid fucking plan and i fucked up badly.. please come back our apartment.. please..”

you : “i-im.. at a.. a friends house jacob.. i just want..” your breath went shakey, you were on the brim.

Jacob : “yn are you okay? You sound like you’re running a marathon..”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but Manon noticed and pulls out before thrusting hardly back in. You let out a yelp into the phone.

Jacob : “yn? Are you there?”

You didn’t answer, you were absolutely gone.

Manon took the phone.

Jacob : “yn yn? Are you there? Whats that noise..?”

Manon : “sup cobby, your girl’s kinda busy right now..”

Jacob : “what? Manon what are you talking about..? — what’s going on with you and yn..?”

Manon : “she’s fine, i’m just making sure she’s alright..”

Jacob sighed : “okay i’ll call back tomorrow.. just take care of her for me..”

Manon : “of course Cobby, you’re my brother from another mother..” she hanged up throwing you phone back onto the desk.

“He’s so fucking stupid..” she continued thrusting, “i dunno what you saw in him pretty.” You looked up at her.. “..close..”

She nodded, “yea.. cum for me baby.. lemme see you squirt all over this dick.” And so you did so, your legs shook your hold pushing her completely out as well as her cum.

She sighed.

“Be my girlfriend..”

NEW UPCOMING SERIES [ ON HOLD ]

[ Written & Text messages ]

— #Synopsis ::

You’re the new transfer student who couldn’t care less about cliques, more focused on finishing your Lego builds than impressing anyone. When you casually shut down a jock’s hazing attempt, Daniela Avanzini — the school’s untouchable mean girl — takes notice.

She’s used to boys falling at her feet, not a Lego-obsessed masc girl who doesn’t even look twice at her. Intrigued, she makes it her mission to get your number, even if it means tearing down her own walls.

What starts as teasing and petty power games spirals into stolen kisses, jealousy, and late-night Lego “dates.”

The deeper she pulls you into her orbit, the more Daniela realizes she wants more than just a fling — she wants you. Between rumors, exes, and her fear of losing face, she has to decide if she’s brave enough to love you out loud.

— #Paring :: Daniela Avanzini x Masc g!p Reader

— #Warning :: High school/college AU (18-19), enemies-to-lovers, banter, jealousy, smut, possessiveness, fluff, angst.

— #Taglist :: [ closed ] @bookkeepersnook @buzzinuconn @apollosworld @kianthegirlkisser @skz-xii @wwwlpgs @kristalag @gwscloq @gnavnizi @spiderx18 @dallssi @rdfgfv @sondrsx @ortegalvr @let-zizi-yap @prosnale105 @rockstargabs @loverdanis @meisodanon @levilash @gablmk @devarajah @shhhmyshowson @dreamingst99 @bloobdzedaj @whatsgoignon @jadasmp4 @marvelwomen-simp @variantauxx @iamconfusedrightnow @imasimpfornatashamaximoff

Main Master list

— #Chapters ::

Cha pter 1 :: “Wait who’s that new kid??”

— You transfer to a new school, completely indifferent to its cliques, spending lunch building Legos while everyone else whispers.

Chapter 2 :: “Text me maybe?”

— Daniela tries to embarrass you but only ends up more obsessed when you don’t flinch. She shifts from public games to chasing your attention, pestering you until she gets your number.

Chapter 3 :: “why are you so obsessed with me?”

— Daniela’s obsession with you only grows — she ditches her exes, starts shadowing you around school, and turns every “accidental” encounter into a flirt war.

Chapter 4 :: “So kiss me maybe..?”

— As Daniela’s walls begin to crack, she lets Reader see the truth behind her “mean girl” mask. What starts as small vulnerability turns into full-blown obsession, jealousy, and finally a public fallout when rumors spread across school.

Chapter 5 :: “Me and You”

— As Daniela and you grow closer, playful distractions turn into something real. She flirts her way through study sessions, defends you against her exes, and finally lets her walls down during a late-night Lego build — confessing feelings she never meant to have.

Extra!!

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ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ 𝓜egan 𝓢kiendiel • 𝓕em r!

smut fluff bigdick!megan mommy kink cockwarming fever sex praise kink size kink 2.4k wc don’t like, don’t read

The world was a hazy, feverish blur, and you were the center of its burning, uncomfortable universe. Every muscle ached, your skin was flushed and clammy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your eyes. You were tucked into bed, surrounded by a fortress of pillows, trying to will your temperature down when Megan appeared in the doorway.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and she was wringing her hands in the hem of her oversized t-shirt. She looked like a kicked puppy, all wide, pleading eyes and restless energy.

"Mommy,” she whispered, her voice already carrying that needy, whiny tone that you knew so well. "Please." 

You cracked one eye open. "Megan, baby, I’m sick. I feel like I’m dying.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry," she rushed out, scurrying to the edge of the bed and dropping to her knees. She rested her chin on the mattress, looking up at you with pure desperation. "But I need you so bad. It hurts, mommy. I feel so empty."

You could already see the prominent bulge straining against the soft fabric of her shorts. She wasn't lying; her body was demanding relief, and her puppy brain had fixated on the only cure it wanted.

"No, Megan. Absolutely not.” you said, your voice firm but weak. "I have a one-hundred-and-two-degree fever. I can’t.”

"Please, please, please" she begged, her voice cracking. She crawled closer, nuzzling her face against your thigh. "I’ll be so good. I’ll be gentle, I swear. I just… I need to feel you. Just for a little while. Ill make you feel good, mommy, l promise."

Her begging was relentless. A stream of "please" and "I need you” and “I’ll be your good girl" that chipped away at your fever-addled resolve. She looked so pathetic, so genuinely desperate, that a twisted sense of pity and affection bloomed in your chest. 

You were too tired to fight her, and a small, selfish part of you was curious. “Fine.” you sighed, the word barely audible. "But if you make me feel worse, this is over. Got it?”

Her face lit up with such pure, unadulterated joy it was almost comical. "Thank you, mommy! Thank you!" She scrambled onto the bed practically tearing her clothes off in her haste. She settled between your legs, her movements clumsy with need. 

Her cock was already rock-hard and leaking, the tip flushed a dark, needy pink. She was always meticulous about her hygiene, and you could see the evidence of it now—she was clean, smooth, and already slick with pre-cum. She lined herself up, her hand shaking slightly as she notched the head at your entrance.

Without waiting for another word, she pushed in, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as your heat enveloped her. Her hips immediately snapped forward, setting a punishing, frantic pace. Her thrusts were fast and sloppy, driven by pure instinct and desperation. The slick glide of her was almost frictionless, her dick sliding in and out of you with wet, hurried sounds that filled the quiet room. But the fever had turned every nerve ending in your body into a live wire. Each hard, quick thrust sent a jolt of sharp, overwhelming sensitivity through you. It was too much.

"Megan, stop,” you gasped, your hand flying to her hip to still her. "Slow down. Puppy, you have to slow down.” 

She froze immediately, her eyes wide with panic. "What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, but you're going to,” you said, your voice strained. "I’m a hundred times more sensitive right now. You can't fuck me like a jackrabbit. If you can't behave, we stop right now." Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked utterly devastated. "I'm sorry, mommy. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good."

You softened your expression, cupping her cheek. "I know you will, baby. Just… slow. Deep and slow. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded vigorously, her bottom lip trembling. She leaned down and pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. With a shaky breath, she began to move again.

The change was immediate. Her frantic energy melted away, replaced by a careful, controlled roll of her hips. She pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, a single, deep, deliberate thrust that stole the air from your lungs. The slow drag of her cock against your sensitive walls was intoxicating. It was still intense, but not it was a deep, simmering pleasure instead of a sharp shock.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “Mommy… you feel so much hotter. You’re burning up.”

Her words were muffled against your skin, her breath hot and damp. She was addicted. You could feel it in the way her body trembled against yours, in the reverent way she moved. This was a new kind of high for her—your feverish heat, your heightened sensitivity. It was a drug, and she was completely hooked.

She wanted to be a soft little dom puppy, to take care of you while taking her pleasure, but she was terrified of overstepping. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you like a vice. Her grip was tight, almost desperate, as if she was afraid you’d vanish if she let go. It was a silent plea: please don’t take this away from me.

“You feel so good,” she slurred against your neck, her voice thick with emotion and lust. “So, so good, mommy. I love you.”

She continued her slow, deep thrusts, each one a worshipful act. She was lost in the feeling, lost in you, and for the first time all day, the burning fever didn’t feel quite bad.

The fever haze thickened, blurring the edges of the room into a soft, indistinct glow. All that was real was the weight of Megan on top of you, the slow, deep rhythm of her hips, and the intoxicating, searing heat where your bodies joined. Each deliberate thrust was a sense of pleasure that washed over you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch.

She was being so good, so careful. Her movements were a stark contrast to the frantic desperation from moments ago. Now, every roll of her hips was measured, every push deep and intentional. She was savoring it, savoring you.

“Mommy,” she breathed, her voice a reverent whisper against your sweat-damp skin. “You’re so hot. So tight. It’s so much better..”

Her admission sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you. The idea that your sickness, your fever, was heightening her pleasure was intoxicating. She wasn’t just fucking you, she was worshiping this altered state of your body.

She shifted her weight, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at you. Her eyes were dark, blown wide with a mix of love, lust, and something that looked suspiciously like addiction. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. She was the picture of a desperate, devoted puppy.

“Can I… can I go a little deeper?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Please, mommy? I just want to feel all of you.”

You nodded, unable to form words, and she let out a shaky sigh of relief. She adjusted her angle, and the next thrust was impossibly deeper, the head of her cock pressing against a spot inside you that made you see stars. A loud, broken moan escaped your lips.

“Yeah? Right there?” she asked, a hint of her old confidence returning. She did it again, grinding into you, and your back arched off the bed. “You like that, mommy? You like when I fill you up?” 

Her praise was a balm to your feverish soul. “Ngh.. yes, puppy.. right there. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” she promised, her voice thick with emotion. She began a steady, deep grinding motion, keeping that perfect pressure against your most sensitive spot. Her free hand came up to cup your breast, her thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. The touch was electric, another spark on the already burning fire of your sensitivity.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her gaze soft and possessive. “So beautiful. All flushed and sweaty for me. My mommy…”

Her words were your undoing. The combination of her deep, steady rhythm, the targeted pressure, and her loving, filthy praise sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crushed through you with the force of a tidal wave, your body clamping down around her as you cried out her name.

“oh baby! fuckngh..yes..”

Your release was all it took to push her over. With a loud, guttural moan, she buried herself as deep as she could go, her whole body tensing as she spilled into you. You could feel the hot, thick pulses of her cum as she filled you, her hips jerking with the force of her orgasm.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing. She collapsed on top of you, her full weight a comforting, heavy blanket. She didn’t pull out, instead choosing to stay nestled inside you, her softening cock still twitching with the aftershocks.

Her arms tightened around you, holding you in that desperate vice-like grip. She buried her face in your neck, and you could feel the dampness of her tears against your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you,” you soothed, your hand stroking her sweat-sticked back.

“I love you,” she whimpered, her voice muffled and think with unshed tears. “I love you so much, mommy. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

“It’s okay, puppy. You made me feel better,” you whispered, and it wasn’t entirely a lie. The bone-deep ache was still there, but it was overshadowed by a pleasant, sated languor.

She finally lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed but shining with adoration. She leaned in and kissed you, a soft, slow, and deeply loving kiss that tasted of salt and shared breath.

“Can I stay?” she asked, her voice small. “Just like this for a little while?”

“Of course, baby..” you murmured, pulling her closer. “Stay as long as you want.”

She sighed contentedly, nuzzling back into your neck. Her body was still humming with the lingering pressure, and she was already addicted to the memory of your feverish heat. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that she would be begging for this again the very next time you get sick.

You lay tangled together in the sticky, humid heat under the blankets, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving you both boneless and quiet. Megan was a heavy, comforting weight on top of you, her face still buried in the crook of your neck, her softening cock still nestled inside you. The fever still raged, but now it was coupled with a deep, sated exhaustion that felt almost pleasant.

You carded your fingers through her damp hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. “You were so good for me, puppy..” you murmured, your voice husky. “Such a good girl for mommy. You listened perfectly.”

Megan let out a soft hum against your skin, a sound of pure contentment. She wiggled closer, trying to eliminate any last inch of space between your bodies, her arms still wrapped around you in that possessive, desperate hold. She nuzzled her nose into the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply as if trying to breathe in your scent, your heat, your very essence.

“I love being your good girl,” she whispered, her voice muffled by your skin.

“You are,” you praised, your hand continuing it’s soothing path through her hair. “You took care of me so well. Made mommy feel so good, even when she’s sick.”

That’s when you felt it. A subtle twitch deep inside you. Her cock, which had been soft and pliant, gave a little throb of interest. You paused your stroking, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Megan?” you asked softly.

“Hmm?” she hummed, still nuzzling into you, her lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your feverish skin.

Another twitch. this one more pronounced. You could feel her slowly, steadily hardening again, the slick length of her thickening as it filled you once more. She seemed to realize it at the same time you did, her body stilling for a moment before she let out a soft, breathy whine.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her hips giving an involuntary little grind. “I can’t… mommy, you feel so good. And you’re saying such nice things.”

You chuckled weakly, the sound turning into a soft groan as she hardened completely, once again stretching you full. “Is my praise going straight to your dick, baby?”

“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, her voice thick with renewed need. She lifted her head, her eyes glassy and dark again. She looked down at you, her gaze hungry. “You’re so hot, mommy. Your whole body is burning up. And you smell so good. And you’re being so sweet to me.” She punctuated her words with another slow, deep roll of her hips, drawing a choked gasp from you. “I can’t help it.”

She was like a cat that had found a patch of sunlight, unable to stay away. She lowered her head again, but this time her mouth found your breast. She latched onto your nipple, her tongue swirling around the peaked bud before she began to suckle gently. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of her mouth combined with the feverish heat of your skin was almost too much, a sharp, exquisite pleasure-pain that made your head spin. Her hips began to move again, finding that same slow, deep rhythm from before. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow drag in and out that allowed her to feel every inch of your hot, sensitive walls. She was addicted, completely and utterly hooked on the feeling of you like this.

“Mommy,” she whined around your nipple, her voice vibrating through your chest. “Can I… can I stay like this for a while? Please? Just slow. I just wanna feel you more.”

“Yeah, baby..” you breathed, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close to you. “Stay. Just like that.”

Your favorite pillow!

- summary : you caught your inexperience girlfriend humping on your pillow.

- warnings : megan skiendiel x g!p!reader, sub!megan, dom!reader, slapping, choking, ass slap, p in v, p in a, slow to rough, begging, overstimulation, dirty talking, degradation, multiple orgasms, n idk.

the house is dead quiet when you get home from the studio at midnight.

gym ran long, your muscles are screaming, and all you want is a shower, your bed, and maybe megan’s arms around you if she’s still awake.

the lights are off in the living room, only the soft blue glow from the hallway nightlight spilling under the bedroom door.

you kick your sneakers off, drop your bag by the couch, and pad down the hall barefoot, trying not to make noise in case she’s asleep.

you’re reaching for the doorknob when you hear it.

a soft, shaky whimper.

then the unmistakable creak of mattress springs. slow, rhythmic, needy.

your stomach flips.

you push the door open just enough to see inside.

megan is on your bed.

she’s completely naked, knees spread wide, back arched, face buried in your pillow.

your pillow.

the big gray one she always steals when you’re not home. it’s wedged firmly between her thighs, and she’s riding it like she’s been doing it for hours.

her hips roll in desperate little circles, grinding her clit down hard against the fabric, then lifting just enough to drag herself back down.

her ass flexes with every movement, thighs trembling, small wet sounds filling the room every time she presses harder.

she’s dripping—slick coating the pillowcase in a dark, shiny patch, running down her inner thighs. her breasts sway with each roll, nipples hard and flushed.

her mouth is open against the pillow, muffled moans and gasps escaping every few seconds.

she hasn’t noticed you yet.

you stand frozen in the doorway, cock already thickening in your sweats.

you’ve been dating for four months.

kisses, heavy makeouts, grinding through clothes, hands under shirts but you’ve never gone all the way.

she’s told you she’s nervous, inexperienced and wants it to be perfect.

you’ve never pushed. you’ve been patient.

but right now she’s humping your pillow like she’s starving for it.

you step inside, close the door behind you with a soft click.

her eyes snap open.

she freezes, mid grind, face going scarlet. “oh my god—”

she scrambles to pull the blanket up, but you’re already moving, crossing the room in three long strides, climbing onto the bed, caging her in with your arms on either side of her head.

“don’t stop,” you say, voice low and rough.

she stares up at you, eyes wide, cheeks burning. “i—i didn’t mean—i was just—”

“i know.” you lean down, kiss her slow, deep, tasting the embarrassment and need on her tongue.

she moans into your mouth, hands coming up to grip your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you pull back just enough to look at her.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this. riding my pillow because you couldn’t wait for me?”

she whines, nodding, too shy to speak.

you slide a hand down her body, palm flat against her stomach, then lower—fingers brushing through the soaked mess between her legs. she jerks, gasping.

“so wet already,” you murmur. “how long have you been doing this?”

“since… since you left for gym,” she admits, voice tiny. “i missed you.”

your cock throbs hard against your sweats.

you kiss her again, slower this time, then pull back and sit up, straddling her thighs.

“take it off,” you say, nodding at your tank top she’s wearing.

she sits up, shaky hands pulling it over her head, leaving her completely bare.

you tug your own shirt off, then shove your sweats and boxers down just enough to free your cock.

it springs up already leaking at the tip. her eyes go wide, pupils blown, mouth parting.

“oh,” she breathes, almost reverent.

you guide her hand to it. she wraps her fingers around you—tentative at first, then firmer when you groan. she strokes slow, thumb swiping over the head, spreading pre-cum.

“you want this?” you ask, voice rough.

she nods fast. “yes. please.”

you push her gently back down, settle between her legs.

she’s soaked, puffy, glistening, clit swollen.

you rub the head of your cock through her folds, coating yourself in her slick.

“gonna go slow,” you promise. “tell me if it’s too much.”

she nods, hands coming up to grip your shoulders.

you push in, slow and steady.

her eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open in a soft gasp.

she’s tight. so tight, walls fluttering around you as you stretch her open.

you pause halfway, letting her adjust, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“you okay?” you whisper.

“yeah,” she breathes. “mn—more.”

you sink in deeper, until you’re fully seated, hips flush against hers.

she whimpers, nails digging into your back.

“so full…” she whispers. “you feel so good.”

you start moving—shallow rolls at first, letting her get used to it.

she moans softly with every thrust, hips lifting to meet you. her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

“faster,” she pleads after a minute. “please.”

you pick up the pace.

the bed creaks, wet sounds filling the room every time you bottom out.

she’s moaning your name, gasping, telling you how good it feels, how big you are.

“fuck! fuck! just right there—” she cries when you hit that spot inside her.

you angle your hips, thrusting harder, faster, chasing it.

her nails rake down your back, leaving red lines.

her legs tighten, heels digging into your ass. she’s close—you can feel it in the way she clenches around you, the way her moans turn into broken sobs.

“gon’ cum,” she gasps.

“please, please, don’t stop—”

you fuck her through it.

relentless, until she shatters, pussy spasming around your cock, gushing wet and hot.

you keep thrusting, drawing it out until she’s shaking, oversensitive, whimpering.

you’re close too, thighs burning, balls tight. “i’m gonna come inside okay?” you rasp.

“yes—!” she begs immediately. “just— just fill me up.”

you slam in deep one last time, groaning low as you came.

she moans at the feeling, walls fluttering, milking you dry.

you stay buried inside her, both panting, foreheads pressed together.

megan’s legs are locked tight around your waist, heels digging into your lower back, her arms wrapped around your neck so hard it almost hurts.

she’s breathing ragged against your shoulder, but her hips keep rocking in tiny, needy little circles like she’s already chasing more even though she just came.

you feel the shift in yourself first.

the gentle, careful rhythm you started with is gone.

something hotter, hungrier takes over. you pull back just enough to look at her face, flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and half lidded and the sight snaps something inside you.

you grab a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck and yank her head back hard.

her gasp is sharp, eyes widening in surprise, but the way her pussy clenches around you tells you everything.

“you think we’re done?” you growl. “you think i let you get away with it just like that? even you rode my pillow like a bitch?”

she whimpers, trying to shake her head but your grip is too tight. “n-no—i just—i needed—”

you cut her off by pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in—hard, deep, no warning.

the bedframe rattles against the wall.

she cries out, back arching off the mattress, nails raking down your shoulders.

“needed what?” you snap, thrusting again, rougher this time, hips snapping forward with bruising force. “needed to hump my pillow like a virgin whore because you couldn’t wait for me?”

“m’ sorry!—fuck!—” she sobs, voice breaking on every thrust. her legs tighten around you, trying to pull you deeper even as her body shakes from the intensity.

you keep one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat is exposed.

you lean down, bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks then lick over the spot.

she moans loud, body jerking.

“you’re mine,” you rasp against her skin. “this pussy, this body, is mine. you don’t get to cum without me anymore. understand?”

“y-yes—i won’t!, i’m sorry—! i’m all yours!”

you slap her cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting.

her head snaps to the side, a shocked little gasp escaping her lips.

her eyes flutter, pupils blown wide, and her pussy clamps down so tight you almost lose it right there.

“say it again,” you order, thrusting harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“i’m yours,” she cries, voice wrecked.

“only yours—ugh!—harder—”

your hips pistoning, cock slamming into her over and over, hitting deep enough to make her scream.

her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples still swollen from earlier.

you grab one roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make her sob.

“look at you,” you growl. “taking my cock like a good little slut. you love it, don’t you? love being fucked rough.”

“yes! yes!—love it—love you fucking me—” she’s babbling now, tears slipping down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks.

she looks beautifully ruined and it only makes you go harder.

you pull her hair again, forcing her to look at you.

“you gonna cum again? gonna soak my cock like the needy princess you are?”

“yes please—i’m so so close—”

you slap her other cheek, lighter this time, just enough to make her gasp and she comes instantly, pussy spasming around you, gushing wet and hot.

her whole body convulses, legs shaking.

but you continue to fuck her relentless until she’s crying from overstimulation, begging you to slow down even as her hips keep trying to meet yours.

“too much!—t-too much!—”

you don’t stop.

you flip her over suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle her onto her stomach.

she whimpers, face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air. you grab her hips, yank them back, and slam back inside, deeper than before.

she screams into the pillow, fists clenching the sheets.

you fuck her from behind like that, hard, fast, one hand fisted in her hair pulling her head back, the other slapping her ass in sharp, stinging smacks.

red handprints bloom across her skin, and every time you hit her she clenches tighter around you.

“take it,” you grunt. “take every fucking inch. this is what you wanted, right? to be used like a side chick?”

“oh my God, yes!—j-just use me, please!—”

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard and fast.

she’s shaking so bad the bed is rattling.

you feel her building again, third time tonight and you don’t let up.

“cum again,” you order. “cum on my cock while i fill you up.”

she came immediately—pussy milking you in tight, rhythmic pulses. you thrust through it, chasing your own release, then bury deep and come hard flooding her, spilling out around your cock when there’s no more room.

you collapse on top of her, both panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum and tears.

you stay inside her for a long minute, softening slowly, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder, whispering soft praises against her skin.

“so good for me,” you murmur. “so fucking perfect.”

she turns her head, eyes glassy, cheeks wet. “love you,” she whispers, voice wrecked.

you kiss her slow, gentle now. “love you too.”

you pull out carefully, watching the thick mess drip out of her.

she whimpers at the emptiness, but you’re already moving, grabbing a warm cloth, cleaning her gently between her legs, wiping away the evidence of how roughly you took her.

you kiss every mark you left.

red handprints, bite marks, the faint bruises forming on her hips.

when she’s clean, you pull her into your arms, blanket tucked around both of you.

she curls against your chest, leg thrown over yours, face nuzzled into your neck.

“you okay?” you ask softly, stroking her hair.

she nods against you. “more than okay. i… i needed that.”

you kiss her forehead. “it feels good, no?.”

she smiles sleepily, already drifting. “yeah. real good.”

you hold her close, both of you tangled and sated, the room quiet except for your breathing and the soft hum of the city outside.

cheerleader!sophia x shy!fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff

a/n: thinking about turning this into a fic

𝄞  paring manon bannerman x nepo baby streamer!reader ♱ swearing, exposed relationship, rich loser reader, stream format

࿇ next stream!

─── ❝I’m not spoiled!❞ 💬 mp3#1 manon and her nepo baby girlfriend get exposed… and it’s kinda the nepo baby’s fault

yn leaned back in her chair, nudging her chrome hearts glasses up the bridge of her nose as chat immediately jumped her. her brows knit together in mock offense. “all I did was sigh. one sigh. you guys act like I threw a tantrum.”

user: you know exactly what you did

user: sighing because you couldn’t buy a different colour of a bag you already have is crazy work 😭

user: spoiled and bitchless pick a struggle

user: can we see your jeans!!

yn let out a small laugh, shoulders shaking as she glanced at the chat flying by. then she straightened, locking back in with a deadpan expression and a scoff. “I’m not bitch-” she cut herself off, clearing her throat a little too loudly before waving a hand like nothing happened. her eyes flicked back to the screen. “anyway. yes. I’ll show you.”

she pushed her chair back and stood, angling the camera down. “because these jeans are actually insane,” she added, a grin tugging at her lips. “like, fucking cool. I don’t wanna hear anything from you people.”

“my dad got these custom made for me,” yn said as she stood up, lifting her baggy shirt just enough to show the jeans and the edge of her luxury boxers. “look,” she added, tapping the waistband. “peep the initial. and they’re supposed to fit baggy.”

she tugged the waist down a little, showing how low they could sit, accidentally revealing a tattoo that dipped a bit too far down. “you can wear them kinda low rise too,” she said casually.

user: ain’t nobody looking at that dog bruh 😭

user: imagine having jeans your dad got costume made for you

user: that tattoo looks awfully like manon’s…

user: you guys need to stop with the manon shit

user: I work at a restaurant in la and I swear I saw yn and manon together

yn leaned down toward the monitor, squinting as the chat sped by. the moment she caught a certain name, she let out a nervous little laugh. “okay, sorry, chat,” she said, half grinning as she quickly tugged her jeans back up, covering the tattoo. “I lowkey just flashed you.”

she dropped back into her chair with a soft thump. “let me sit my ass down before I get myself clipped.”

user: don’t be sorry we liked the view

user: she’s def matching with manon

user: they don’t even follow each other guys cut it out

user: already clipped

user: do you still change your home screen layout every month?

“oh my gosh, yes,” yn said, immediately lighting up as she reached for her phone. “I do. let me show you guys.”

she leaned back in her chair to grab it, then held it up to the camera. “okay, first of all, appreciate the domo case,” she added, turning it slightly like it deserved its own moment.

“and this is my lock screen,” she continued, waking the phone. “it’s weezer, guys. stay with me.” she laughed softly before swiping. “okay, wait, let me show you my new home screen.”

the lock screen fit her aesthetic perfectly, wii themed, clean and playful. “cool, right?” she said, swiping through the layouts to show the different pages.

then her thumb moved once more.

at the top of the screen sat a photo widget.

a picture of a certain katseye member, hand cupping yn’s face, lips pressed to her cheek.

user: UMMMM

user: wait scroll back

user: GUYS I CLIPPED IT

user: I TOLD YALL

user: okay so they’re gfs

yn put her phone down immediately, dragging both hands down her face like she could physically rewind the last thirty seconds. “shut up,” she muttered, then looked back at the camera, flustered. “you guys didn’t see anything. like… what are you even talking about?”

user: babe we saw plenty

user: imagine exposing your own relationship

user: at least she beat the bitchless allegations

she let out a breathy laugh that sounded way too guilty, shaking her head. “yeah, okay. I’m just gonna” yn reached toward her keyboard, still smiling despite herself. “I’m cutting the stream early.”

user: she didn’t even say love you like she usually does 😭

user: BAE COME BACK

user: twitter is already crazy

WEVERSE DMS 💬

peanutbutterlover02 yooooo