Megan thee stallion oneshots

✨obsessed 2✨

It has been 2 years since Megan took me...

Maybe it was for the best, maybe I didn't belong out in the real world.

She won't let me go,

Megan took me to a different house 6 months ago. I don't know where we are. All I know is that the old house is completely destroyed. No evidence of either of us being there is left.

I shifted in the bed as her arms wrapped around my body tighter. Megan made attempts to treat me better so I wouldn't run away, I don't feel the pain anymore. I don't even try to escape anymore. She'll find me no matter how far I run.

I jumped as Megan pulled me closer, the warmth of her body enveloping me. I closed my eyes as her warm breath tickled my neck as the small notions of her chest moving against my back soothed me.

"You know I love you right"

Her words stabbed through the silence. Pushing through the air like honey flowing out the bottle. I didn't respond. I didn't need to respond because she already knew the answer. I couldn't love anyone else but her, I didn't know anyone else but her anymore. I couldn't remember my old friends, my family.

Family

I don't think I can remember them anymore, maybe I'm better off not remembering them. Memories bring pain.

I sucked in a sharp breath as Megan tightened her grip, frustrated at my failure to verbally respond.

" I love you" my voice came out in a croak. I barely spoke anymore, just simple nods and physical gestures. There was no real point in talking. Megan knew everything that I didn't, she knew more about myself than I did.

I found myself staring straight into those dark almond-shaped  eyes.megan may be crazy but anyone in the world with half a brain and basic thinking skills could see the endless pools of pain and regret that lay in her eyes. She had no family, abandoned as a baby and grew up in a dysfunctional foster home. Mehan never knew how to properly express any emotions, hiding behind a carefully curated mask built up from birth as she played any person she met. She made people think she was the opposite of who she really was, but I knew. I knew her true colors.

I knew the real Megan. The one who couldn't let go, the woman who could accept reality, the woman that couldn't accept life.

Or maybe it was me who could accept it all, denying any events that happened, as if I would magically be back in my apartment, laughing and drinking with friends.

But that's not reality. That's not real life.

Bloodshot eyes stared back at me as loud sniffles rand through the room.

She was crying

Megan was breaking

She dug her head into my neck as sobs racked throughout her body, constant sorrys breaking out as she squeezed me tighter.

She didn't deserve to be forgiven, years of  torture, years of being captive. Not remembering anything from my past life

Constant numbness

I felt my eyes fill with tears as the feeling of Megan's lips captured mine, still trembling from crying, salty from tears.

Each kiss followed by an apology as her hands roamed my body. Gripping and squeezing as Megan now hovered on top of me.

I hate you

I opened my eyes as Megan began to kiss and bite my neck, I stared at the ceiling. Engraved in black and gold, glittering freely in each bend of light.

Maybe I should just embrace it.theres no escaping,no freedom.

My body moved on its own as my hands suddenly roamed her body.taking moments to embrace every curve and crevice.

I can't fight her anymore,

I gripped her ass as loud moaned erupted from her mouth against my upper chest.hickets already forming across my body I knew what she wanted.

She wanted me

Not much but that's the second and final part of this oneshots

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