#kunk's things.

break up with your girlfriend! 🔞

dom!megan skiendiel x sub!reader

‼️cw: use of Y/N, pet names, cheating, oral (m receiving), degradation, mommy!megan... idk

authors note: hiiiii guys!!! i don't usually post my shit but i got encouraged (ᵕ—ᴗ—) so yeah.. i wrote this when i was horny it has a lot of my personal stuff iykwim... anyways enjoy hope u like it <3

background: megan is a sophomore while you're a freshman. u got a long distance gf since u moved away for college. that doesn't stop megan from having what she wants.

• • •

Hallway, 10 PM. You're fumbling with your keys after a late study session. Megan leans against the doorframe of her own room, watching.

"Struggling over there, pretty?" Megan's voice is honey over gravel.

You flush. "I'm fine."

"You're always 'fine.'" Megan pushes off the wall, steps closer, too close. Her fingers brush your wrist, light. "Bet your girlfriend doesn't help you with keys." You laugh at her audacity.

"What the fuck?"

"She's not here, is she?" Megan asks, looking deep into your eyes.

Y/N stiffens. "That's not-"

"Just saying." Megan shrugs, retreating with a smirk. "My door's open if you ever get lonely."

First tease.

• • •

Friday night, movie marathon at the schools auditorium. You sit on the far couch, texting your girlfriend.

Megan drops down beside you, thigh pressing against yours. "Why so stressed, doll?" She asks, trying to peek at your phone screen.

"Can you excuse me?" You say, trying to turn your phone so that she doesn't see what's going on. But she already saw your girlfriends name and the texts she sent you.

"Oh. Poor baby. She's mad?" She says, staring at you with those big beautiful eyes.

"Get out of here, please. It's none of your business."

Megan's hand lands on your knee, squeezes once, then slides away. "Later, maybe. When she's asleep."

• • •

Over the following days, Megan escalates. Whispers in the cafeteria: "What would she say if she knew how you blush when I talk to you?"

In the stairwell, palm flat against your lower back, trapping you against the wall for a breathless second. "You like this. Don't lie to me, pup."

You lie awake, heart racing, mouth dry. Your fingers doing the job that your girlfriend should be doing, while you fantasize about someone else.

• • •

Megan's dorm room, midnight. She texted you a photo — her in a black T, blue lace panties and a single request: "Pretty please?"

You knock and you hear her "Come in" from outside. You take a deep breath and when you think about regretting, you're already inside. And you see her.

Megan is lounging on her bed, laptop open, playing Cigarettes After Sex. Wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and lace panties visible at the hem. She gets up, in front of you, oh my god she's so tall and her shoulders are so large.

"I knew you'd come."

"I have a girlfriend." Your voice cracks.

"I know." Megan's smile is pure predator. "And she's not here, is she?" You hold your breath.

"Can you get on your knees for me, baby?" She asks, holding your chin and pushing you down.

You sink. The carpet is rough.

"Very good." Megan's hand threads through your soft hair, tugging gently. You stop yourself from moaning.

Your knees press into the dorm carpet, aching. Megan's fingers pass through your hair, slow and deliberate, petting you like you're something precious, something owned.

"Look at you," she murmurs, voice dropping to that low, silky register that makes your stomach clench. "So pretty on your knees for me. Took you long enough, hm?"

You try to swallow, but your throat's dry. "Megan—"

"Mommy," she corrects, tugging your hair just sharp enough to make you gasp. "You don't get to use my name tonight. Not when you came here."

Your fingers curl into the denim of your own thighs. You should leave. You should text your girlfriend back. You should...

"I saw those texts, fuck." She interrupts your thoughts. "The ones where she said you were being 'too needy.' Called you 'annoying.'" Her thumb traces a line down your temple, along your jaw, stopping under your chin to tilt your face up. "You don't have to beg for attention with me. I like you this desperate."

Your eyes sting. You don't know if it's her words, the guilt or something else.

"I'm not desp—"

"You're soaking through your boxers right now, aren't you?" Megan's smile is soft, almost tender, but her eyes are sharp as glass. "Don't lie to Mommy!"

Your face burns. Your thighs press together, a pathetic attempt to hide the heat pooling between them.

"That's what I thought." She releases your chin. "Take off your shirt."

You groan.

"You heard me." She lifts an eyebrow. "That tight fucking tank top. I can't stand when you wear those to class. Off. Now. Or you can leave, and I'll find someone else who knows how to obey."

You should leave.

Your hands move before your brain catches up, finding the hem of your black tank top and pulling it over your head. The air hits your bare chest, your nipples tightening instantly. And Megan's gaze traces the lines of you, the curve of your chest, the way your shoulders hunch self-consciously.

"You're perfect." Her voice goes a little softer. "Now this next part, I'm only going to say once. You're going to crawl up onto this bed, and you're going to put that pretty mouth on my cunt through the lace. You're not going to use your hands. You're not going to ask questions. You're going to lick me through these panties until I tell you to stop, and if you do it right, maybe—maybe—I'll let you taste me for real."

Your breath hitches. Your clit throbs.

You're already moving, palms flat on the bedspread, knees finding the soft mattress. Megan shifts to make room, watching you with lazy satisfaction as you crawl toward her, your heart hammering so loud you're sure she can hear it.

When you reach her, you hover, your face inches from the heat of her lace-covered cunt. She smells like honey, sea salt and something cherry-ish.

"Go on," she breathes. "Show me how good you can be."

Your tongue sticks out, pressing flat against the lace, right along her slit. She shivers above you, and the soft sound she makes—a hum, a sigh—makes your head spin.

You lick again, slower, tasting her through the fabric. She's wet. So wet the lace is soaked through, and when you press harder, her flavor leaks past the mesh, sweet on your tongue.

"Fuck," Megan whispers, her hand finding your hair again, grip tightening. "That's it. Use that tongue, Y/N. Make Mommy feel good."

You obey. You drag your mouth up and down, nuzzling the lace against her clit, sucking at the wet patch that grows darker with every pass. Her hips twitch, pressing into your face, and you moan against her, desperate and hungry.

Her other hand comes down, stopping your hips from moving.

"You're grinding into the mattress like a bitch in heat," she observes, voice strained. "You want something, puppy?"

You can't answer—your mouth is full of her cunt.

"Use your words next time, or I'll stop."

You pull back just enough to gasp, "Please—"

"Please what?"

"Please, Mommy, 'need to feel you."

She yanks your hair, forcing your face back into her, pulling her panties aside. "That's better."

You bury yourself in her, licking and sucking, the friction building, her hips rolling against your mouth. She's breathing harder now, little gasps escaping her, and the sound of it mixed with your tongue fucking her makes you wild.

"Close," she husks. "Keep going, princess. Don't stop."

You don't. You double down, tongue thrusting inside her, clit so hard in your nose and she cries out—a whimper sound that cuts off as she clamps a hand over her own mouth.

Her thighs tighten around your head, her whole body shuddering, and you taste the sudden flood of her release, so warm.

She holds you there, grinding through the aftershocks, until finally she pushes your head away with a shaky exhale.

"Very good, Y/N." she pants, chest heaving.

You sit back, lips slick, chin wet, chest burning. You feel empty. You need her inside of you.

Megan looks at you, sprawled and satisfied, and reaches for the waistband of your jeans.

She pulls your jeans down your hips, your wet boxers following, and your thighs clench as the cool air hits you.

can i take care of you too? 🔞

therapist!sophia laforteza x reader

cw‼️ agegap, pet names, use of y/n, clit rubbing, oral (s receiving ), fingering, praise...

a.n: i really loved writing this and i'm honestly proud of how it turned out. as i said before im starting to have the guts to post my shit just recently so please be kind. send reqs anons feedbacks anything! anyways hope you guys enjoy itttt

Sophia LaForteza had been your therapist since you were fifteen. The two of you bonded instantly, right from the start. It was so easy to open up to her; it had been always a safe and welcoming space. The office was so cozy — the scent of lavender, her comforting gaze just a few meters away from you, her fat glossy lips, glasses resting on the tip of her nose.

Every time you were close to spiraling, she had a way of bringing you back — simple words, gentle grounding, occasional pet names she used without hesitation, like they meant nothing at all.

You didn’t really notice when it started meaning something to you.

She smiles at you from her chair, soft and warm.

“You’re really smart, you know that?” she says gently. “You’ve improved so much in the past few years. I’m really proud of you, kiddo.”

You shift slightly in your seat, cheeks warming. Something about her tone sits deep in your chest, unsettling in a way you can’t quite name.

She’s always like this with you — patient, attentive, like she’s never in a rush or overwhelmed from how intense and emotional you are. She likes you this way.

When the session ends, you don’t move right away. She notices.

“Everything okay?” she asks lightly, head tilting.

You nod, then shake your head a little, exhaling. “I just… wanted to thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, it's my job” she says, almost automatically. You let out a desperate "Please?", making her smile and softly tell you to “Go on.”

You hesitate, then look at her properly.

“Remember when you said I have a really good way with words? That my mouth is... almost magical?”

She nods slowly, waiting.

“It can be magical” you say. “My tongue.”

The words land between you.

Her expression changes immediately. The warmth drains from her face, replaced by alert stillness.

“Y/N,” she says. “That’s—”

"You really don't have to say anything... I'm sorry." You interrupt her, feeling like crying. "I can't hide anything from you! My mind is already all yours, you're everywhere, you know everything. And you must know by now: I need you, Sophia, so so badly. I gotta show how much I'm grateful, how good you take care of me."

"You interrupted me." Her voice is steady. "As I was saying, that's.." She clears her throat.

"That's very thoughtful of you, baby." Her eyes softened again. Her smile is back, she was trying to pull herself together.

"Remember: nothing won't ever leave this room. Your secrets, your kinks, your most precious memories. They're all safe with me. You are safe with me."

"I- I know." You reply immediately.

"And just like all of that is safe here, locked in here, just for us... That'll stay here too, yeah? Just between the professional and her patient?"

You nod fast, getting up from your chair and standing in front of her, her eyes looking up at you from her seat.

"I'm just gonna say this once, okay? On your knees f'me." You fall to your knees right away, your mind slowly going more quiet, empty except for her commands. "Yeah, like that. Now make me feel good like you promised."

You nod, already reaching for the button on her pants. She lifts her hips to help you pull them down, revealing her black pair of lace panties, thin enough that the outline of her pussy shows clearly through the delicate pattern.

You press two fingers against the fabric right over her clit and rub in slow, firm circles. Sophia's hips twitch forward, chasing your touch.

"Good..." she whimpers, pulling your hair for a kiss.

You keep the motion steady, pressing harder, rolling the swollen nub beneath the lace until her thighs tremble, you moaning louder than her into the kiss.

When you fall down on your knees again and close your lips around the fabric-covered clit, sucking hard through the lace, Sophia gasps and grabs the arms of her chair.

"Oh God... yes, suck it..." Her voice cracks with pleasure. She pushes her panties aside, giving you full access to her dripping cunt. You start sucking rhythmically, tongue flicking against the swollen clit while your fingers tease her tight hole. Sophia's head falls back, a broken moan spilling out.

Her hand finds the back of your head, holding you there while you work your tongue over the sensitive flesh, wet strokes.

Two of your fingers slide lower, finding her entrance slick and hot. You push inside without resistance, burying your long fingers into her cervix, her inner walls clenching around you. You start pumping slowly, curling your fingers on each thrust to make her eyes roll back again and again, while your lips stays locked on her clit, sucking and licking and biting without pause.

Sophia's hips roll, fucking your throat with her fat swollen clit. Wet sounds fill the quiet office with every thrust. She pulses against your fingers, while keeps praising you in that soft, shaky voice, telling you how good you're making her feel, how proud she is of you for taking care of her like this.

"Yes my love, you're doing so good, such a perfect little fucktoy, gosh..."

You add a third finger, stretching her wider. The pace quickens. Her thighs start to shake around your head.

You keep sucking her clit in steady pulses while your fingers drive deep and curl hard inside her, hitting the spot that makes her whole body jerk.

"Fuuuuck! 'gonna cum in your pretty face, pup!" Sophia cums with a sharp cry, pussy clamping down around your fingers in rhythmic spasms. Her clit throbs violently against your tongue as you keep sucking through the orgasm, so drunk of her taste and slickness, drawing it out until she's gasping and tugging gently at your hair to ease off.

She looks down at you, her glasses foggy, her eyes shining and a satisfied smile, still catching her breath. She pulls you for another kiss, deeper and closer this time, it tasted like her. Your soaked fingers in between your tongues, you both whining and breathless.

to clenching my walls to make it impossible for him to take it off.

to asking him to please cum inside.

to moaning in his ear for him to breed me full.

to sitting on his cock and not moving when he's crying and begging me: 'm so fucking close please get off

i don't.

you're trapped in here.

i don't see or hear anything. not one single spot of light nor a single breath, and I start to cry. my whole body aches and shivers.

'please, please, i'll be good' my voice is raspy and tearful, but it remains sweet for daddy, they love hearing me beg.

i don't know how long i stayed like this, full tied up, crying but not being able to scream because my throat aches so bad.

dad stayed so still and quiet that i couldn't tell they were inside the room with me. but i wished so deeply that they were.

'd-daddy, can you please... please let me show you i deserve your trust again. i promise i'll be your perfect slut. just please untie me. i'm begging you.'

my words always set so perfectly in their chest. 'don't like the ropes, bunny?' they said softly, turning on a dim lamp.

i sighed in relief, their voice entering my senses and making me relax knowing i wasn't alone anymore. 'it hurts papa. bad.' my heart is racing too fast. 'l-let me go' im crying again and shaking my body, stupidly trying to get away.

'shh, shh. it's ok. stop fighting.' their hands cup my cheeks, smiling softly while staring at my teary eyes. i chase their touch, not trying to get away anymore.

'that's better.' their hands reach the first knot of the rope that squeezes my muscles, slowly untying them. 'don't try anything or i'll fucking beat you up 'til you faint again, yeah?' i nod quickly.

they pass their fingers slowly in my wounds, hurting so good and making me whimper. when i'm finally free from all of that pressure, dad snaps his fingers twice. i crawl into their lap, straddling one firm thigh while my arms loop loosely around their neck and broad shoulders. my body still aches, but the warmth of them pulls me closer. dad leans in and kisses me slowly, lips parting against mine, tasting me full. their mouth is so warm, their tongue is soft and guiding, my lips open up more as they squeeze my waist and ass.

i start grinding without thinking. pressing my bare cunt down against the rough fabric of their pants and dragging my slick folds along the length of their thigh. each slow roll makes me moan louder into dad's mouth. i break the kiss just enough to whisper looking into their eyes. 'n-need to feel you...' i keep riding. 'please, wanna make you feel good' while kissing their neck, begging them to let me have some.

my hand slides between us, finding the waistband of their pants, unzipping it and finding dad's underwear hot and wet. i could see and feel his bulge, my mouth watering immediately. 'c-can I touch, daddy?' i ask shyly. they nod, holding my waist tighter while i start to jerk them. they're so fucking hard, warm and big. i stroke it between two fingers, one on each side of dad's fat clit, jerking them off until they're moaning into my mouth, sucking my tongue like it's a dick. i roll my eyes at the sensation, their tdick pulsing growing and slipping in my hand, the way they're sucking me off like that, my clit throbbing in contact with their skin. it felt like... like i could cum just like that. feeling daddy whine into my mouth, watching them fold completely on how good my touch felt. 'f-fuck, baby... you learned so well how to jerk daddy, oh god...' their words make me grind faster in their thigh, needing more, faster, harder. i need to make up to my mistakes.

i guide my hips forward until our clits line up, then press us together. i promptly start rolling my hips so our most sensitive spots slide and catch against each other. the wet sounds are filthy in the dark quiet room. every grind makes my clit throb harder. their dick twitches against mine, hot and slick. i keep the pace so slow, savoring the pain and the way their breath hitches when i press down firmer.

'that's it, my love. you love how my cock feels, huh?' they praise me while their fingers dig into my ass cheeks, guiding me into a steady rhythm. my thighs tremble, my orgasm coils tight in my belly. I grind faster, chasing the edge, feeling their dick pulse.

'gonna fill this cunt' they growl, fucking ourselves fast and rough. 't-take it all, you bitch. gonna breed you so fucking good' the words hit deep. my orgasm crashes over me hard, pussy clenching around nothing while I rut desperately against them, begging them to fill me up with their babies. they follow seconds later, hips jerking up, a loud groan, gripping my ass, a mess made with our fluids.

i collapse against their chest, breathless and so deep into that moment. their arms wrap around me tight. 'please forgive me' i murmur.

'let me suck it, please' she begs.

she reaches into my jeans, fingers searching eagerly. she finds the fabric of my underwear and cups what she expects to be my dick. her body goes still and shame floods her face as she realizes what she's touching. she tries to pull her hand away but i hold her wrist in place.

you said you wanted more, didn't you?

i make her kneel between my legs, facing my bare cunt. she's shaking and sweating, but her eyes are shining and her pupils blown. she looks up at me with those perfect brown eyes staring at my soul, telling me everything without her having to say a single word.

i push her down until her mouth meets my folds. her tongue comes out slow, unsure, but the second it drags over my pussy i moan loud and hold her there.

she starts licking in small, careful strokes. i rock my hips against her mouth, fucking myself over her lips and chin. every time she tries to pull back i tighten my grip in her hair.

you came here thinking you'd be gagging on cock, and now look at you, so pretty eating my pussy.

that's what you were made for, you filthy slut.

her moan vibrates against me. i just know how wet shes getting from my words, how her thighs press together. i laugh once, low.

you like it, don't you? does it makes you wet knowing how wrong this is, princess?

i pull her head back, staring her and waiting for an answer. waiting for her to ask me to stop, to tell me that that's not her thing, like they usually do.

'y-you taste so fucking good' is what she says, promptly shoving herself back in me.

i let her work her tongue deeper, let her taste how soaked i am for her. her face is messy now, shiny with my slick. i keep talking her through it, voice low and whiny.

mm, just like that, fuck, please...

she's completely drunk on how warm, wet and sweet my pussy feels on her mouth. her tongue keeps circling my clit, and her fingers now shyly poke into my hole.

her fingers slide in deep, stretching me open with the sudden push. i groan, my head tipping back as her knuckles press against me. she curls them, searching, and finds that spot inside me that makes my thighs twitch around her head.

i start shaking, grinding down harder on her tongue. my clit throbs under every sloppy lap, and I can feel my slick dripping down her chin, soaking her completely. she keeps moaning into me, the sound muffled and desperate. so fucking good.

i tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her face harder. my free hand slides down to spread my lips wider for her, giving her better access to my swollen clit.

she whimpers, her free hand clutching my thigh as she pumps those two fingers faster. the sounds fill the room — her tongue slurping, my pussy squelching around her digits every time she thrusts. i roll my hips in tight circles, riding her mouth and hand at the same time.

i laugh low, the sound turning into a moan as pleasure builds hot and tight in my belly. 'you like this, pretty girl? you like pussy? bet your little cunt is aching right now, sooo empty while you focus on mine'

she nods against me without pulling away, her moan vibrating straight through my folds. i rock faster, using her mouth, chasing the edge.

🔞 nsft .ᐟ

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