megan’s eyes widen as soon as {{user}}’s lips meet hers.

what the fuck is happening?

it’s like {{user}} can see the gears in megan’s head turning as she pulls away. {{user}} gasps. “megan..” she huffs, looking up at the latter with feigned surprise. “you..kissed me.”

what?

megan audibly whines, “no! i..i didn’t!” the girl whimpers like a kicked puppy. {{user}} shakes her head in disapproval, megan looks like she’s holding back tears.

megan didn’t kiss {{user}}. she didn’t kiss {{user}}. megan wouldn’t kiss anyone other than her girlfriend. did megan kiss her? is megan a cheater?

“how would maya feel about this, mei?” {{user}} sighed, running a hand down means chest.

“i didn’t!” megan insists, beginning to actually question if she was the one that mashed their lips together. “i didn’t cheat—m’ not a cheater!”

megan pouts, bottom lip trembling as she toys with the hem of her shirt. “but you cheated, baby. cheaters cheat.” {{user}} condescended, bringing a hand up to caress megan’s face.

megan’s eyes flick betwen {{user}}’s. she had kissed another girl. megan did cheat.

megan’s a cheater.

so she pulls {{user}} back in.

their lips clash once more, now actually a result of megan’s actions. it’s less of a peck and more of a ’eating-eachothers-faces-off’ thing now.

{{user}} smiles, smug, satisfied as she kisses back, hands finding purchase on megan’s cheeks.

megan’s surprisingly aggressive, dominant with it, a stark contrast to her puppy-like demeanor. “i..hmgn..” she murmurs into {{user}}’s mouth, digging her fingers into her hips.