inexperience pillow princess megan x g!p r, she’s riding rs pillow and r walks in on her and they kinda fuck for the first time slow then leads to rough ig 😭
- 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.
then the unmistakable creak of mattress springs. slow, rhythmic, needy.
you push the door open just enough to see inside.
she’s completely naked, knees spread wide, back arched, face buried in 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.
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.
“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.”
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.
“please, please, don’t stop—”
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.
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.
