Lala

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♡˖ ⊹　i write for katseye, f!reader only.

♡˖ ⊹　i won't write any adult content for yoonchae and anything that makes me uncomfortable at all, but feel free to ask about anything.

♡˖ ⊹　pls be patient with any eng grammar errors, it's not my first language.

♡˖ ⊹　mostly sub!reader

synopsis: The monotony of living in an isolated castle is broken when a young woman has an accident nearby while traveling by carriage. Your father, in a gesture of compassion, offers her shelter, and something besides curiosity grows deep in you. cw: carmilla!sophia x laura!reader, vampirism, mentions of blood, suggestive, somno i think, dubcon 2.7k words note: this is kind of a retelling of the book Carmilla, but even gayer and with sophia! i'm not promising, but i want to do a part 2... also this is shorter than I intended :(

You woke up in the middle of the night to a sound loud enough to pierce the thick walls of the castle. You couldn't tell what time it was, but the full moon shone brightly in the black vastness of the night sky.

When a scream accompanies the sound, you feel compelled to peek out the bedroom window and see the source of the sound that took away your sleep. A carriage overturned in the passage in front of the castle, the pair of horses snorted in agitation, reins tangled. Approaching the confusion was already your father, who offered help to the victims.

Soon enough you got ready to leave the castle and witness what happened up close. You had to admit, it had been so long since you had longed for a new event in your quiet days

Life for two in such a spacious castle could be boring, even melancholic. The days became longer and gloomier, especially since your mother passed away.

The castle is an old family heirloom, with large halls and too many rooms for not enough guests. The walls of the main hall were occupied with tapestries and extensive bookshelves with a huge amount of books, mostly from your father.

In the middle of a forest, the large building took advantage of a picturesque clearing that opened up and left a steep space in front of the gates, where a small drawbridge was located.

The stone walls seemed grayer with each passing day. Your young mind yearned for something new, something that would make you feel a little more alive.

In addition, visiting the city was not a frequent activity for months. How could it be when the nearest habited village was at such a significant distance that it prevented the frequency of trips.

The neighborhood used to be a sigh in the middle of the dense forest that surrounded you. Despite the considerable distance, a sweet girl of approximate age kept you company once in a while, that is until the unfortunate one fell ill and was recommended to rest by the doctor.

So, with few options other than worrying about the health of a distant friend, you could not deny your interest in the episode that appeared at the door of your enclosure.

Passing through the large gate that guarded the castle's front garden, your eyes searched attentively for the victim of the carriage that had already been lifted. Talking to your father was a beautiful middle-aged woman, her hands restless in front of her chest as she begged for help.

The lady offered her explanations to your father, which you listened to as best you could from afar. Something about a destination days away and a request for help, shelter for her weakened girl.

It was difficult to decipher your father's emotions without being able to observe his expressions in your field of vision, but his head nodded positively to the woman. Soon, the two approached the carriage again to remove the partially conscious lady from inside.

Your eyes reflected the moonlight as you watched the young woman being led away by the arms of the elders. You could barely see her face with her head bowed, her feet moving with such difficulty that it could hardly be called walking. Her deep dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and covered most of her face, shining slightly in the dim light of the lantern your father carried.

Curiosity grew inside you like a fire fueled by every question that popped into your mind. As the two approached the entrance, you hurried back to the castle, not forgetting to observe the main hall from a hallway on your right.

One of the rooms was already being prepared to receive the unconscious lady, ready to finally be occupied after years of receiving nothing but dust.

Before your father could take the girl to one of the empty rooms to let her rest, you saw the older woman whisper something in his ear as if emphasizing an important point. With that, she disappeared into the night, returning to her horses and her long journey.

“The trip is urgent, so I insisted that she entrust her amusing daughter to my care in such a complicated situation. Besides, I thought that having a young lady around would cheer you up.” Your father explained before returning to his room when you practically begged for context, and his assumption was correct. The young lady's unexpected visit was a pleasant surprise at a time of deepening loneliness.

“Now go, she must rest to recover from the shock. And you should do the same, go back to bed.” He requested, limiting you to going to bed only to dream of the next morning.

The sound of horses' hooves galloping through the night was the soundtrack to your nocturnal curiosity, allowing your mind to wander far away, imagining who the young woman seeking rest in your home might be.

The next morning, a strange lethargy took hold of your body. It was a familiar and unexpected weakness that could only be overcome by your desire to finally meet the girl who, still weak, had not gotten out of bed or even left her room.

This melancholy that invades your body brings back memories of childhood, when long ago an unknown night visitor put you in an unpleasant state of fatigue. It was with a visit from the doctor that your gradual improvement occurred, and since then that characteristic weakness has never been felt again, until today.

It was a peculiar feeling that lingered for a few days, right after a strange visit in the middle of the night. Perhaps a dream, but certainly something you would never forget, a face etched in your memory.

Hoping it would go away, you choose to ignore the feeling. You recalled last night, imagining that the lady's persistent sleepiness was due to her need for recovery, as your father had explained. This is how you comfort yourself during the idle hours of your day.

The image of the mysterious woman who spoke with your father lingered in your mind. You wonder what kind of urgency prompted her trip, how long it would be until her return, and who she was. Questions to which you would find no answers.

Your doubts were not dispelled, but they were contained when the doctor who had been visiting the guest finally returned to the castle hall with good news. The girl had woken up, seemed alert, and had a steady pulse, with no serious consequences beyond the shock of the situation. The doctor also suggested that a visit to her room would do her mood good.

As soon as you heard his words, you felt your excitement grow stronger, ready to go up to the exquisite room that she occupied. There she was, sitting on the large, padded bed, wrapped in the soft silk of a nightgown. Approaching cautiously, however, there was something that caused you deep astonishment.

The gorgeous and melancholic face of the young woman was unmistakably familiar, a face that had marked your childhood and remained vividly etched in your memory. It was the face that appeared in a childhood illusion, which arose in the middle of the night when no other resident of the castle was nearby.

And you didn't fail to mention your astonishment. “How curious! I could swear I know your face from a dream I had as a child and never forgot.” Her hand reached out to yours as she listened to your words in an affectionate gesture. She had a soft smile on her face, so intriguingly captivating.

And then she confessed something similar: “Actually, it is strange! I must say that I also dreamed about your face when I was a child.” You sit on the edge of the bed next to her, snuggling up to listen to her words. "It's almost magical that we dreamed about our current faces when we were, in fact, children. I admit that if you weren't as beautiful as I see you now and witnessed in my dream, it would have scared me. But I feel only a strange familiarity, as if we were already close in some way." Her eyes sparkled passionately as she looked up, searching for yours, beautiful and adorable through a few strands of hair.

Her words couldn't have been more accurate. The feeling of familiarity was inevitable, as if the intimacy between you had been built long ago. You felt the urge of holding her in your arms, like hugging a loved one who had returned from a trip. Unsure if you should or not contain that feeling.

So until nightfall, you continued talking. The fluidity with which the moment unfolded was so natural and comfortable that you almost forgot to ask her name, but you would soon discover it, as sweet as she was herself, Sophia.

And from this moment on, something far beyond the fatigue that plagues your mornings emerges and fills your days. And this, of course, is fueled by the constant company of Sophia, who takes up a significant part of your time with such ease and in such a sweet and intriguing way.

Sophia became an important part of your days, an important part of your life that, before you could realize, you couldn't bear to live without. her company became a need.

The walks you shared in the garden almost every morning became part of your routine so naturally that you felt used to it quickly. And suddenly you found yourself shyly giggling when Sophia picked a small flower, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, where she left the flower.

Her floral perfume was the first scent of your no longer lonely mornings as your hand ran along her soft dark locks. you found yourself mesmerized by her every move, her languid gait had a strange charm that, like everything else about her, reinforced your attraction.

Your relationship was built mainly on those moments, sweet, affectionate, and simple moments, but ones that felt so meaningful. Every little gesture and every conversation that filled your early mornings had something special about them, something beyond the ordinary. Maybe it was Sophia's effortlessly graceful manner or something about he way all your attention was brought to her, but there was no denying the fascination of those moments.

Even more intriguing than the details about her is the way you get intoxicated by her, drinking her wine, savoring her most intimate conversations that naturally come and go with consistency. As if you were truly falling under her spell.

Sophia is astute in becoming your interest, she makes you dance along her melody without even realizing it, and when you do, you find yourself enjoying the situation. Your pleasure in her company is undeniable.

When you are in her room, in the comfort of her embrace, you allow closeness and revel in intimacy. Sophia holds you tight in her arms and pepper kisses along your face gently, whispering words that make you blush, an embarrassment that reddens your cheeks but cannot stop the warmth spreading throughout your body, which reacts pleasurably to her every touch.

“You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.” She recited it like a prophecy, a promise. As you listened to her words, your trembling hands hid your confused face. “What does all this mean?” You asked, feeling all that newly discovered passion quicken your heart. “I hardly recognize myself when you look and speak to me like that.” you confess.

At times, you struggled to admit the nature of these moments. But in the end, there was no denying the spontaneity of her actions. Sophia was sincere in her intensity. These were behaviors you had only read about in romance novels, but they would emerge from her during your time together.

You couldn't say they were traps for your naivety, because the honesty in her words was what really embarrassed you. Even so, you melted with every detail about her, holding her hands in yours.

And with such fluidity in Sophia's movements, you wondered, “I'm sure, Sophia, that you've been in love before, am I right?”

She held your waist with her hands, the moonlight illuminating her face so gracefully that it was difficult to look away.

“I have never been in love with no one, and never shall." she assured you, her voice calm and low as usual. “Unless it should be with you.” She shyly hides her face in your neck, sighing and tightening her grip on your waist as if afraid of losing you, her hands trembling.

Her every touch and every word was certain to fuel the emotions tickling in your stomach. “Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.” she continued with her poetry, you could feel the vibration of her voice on your skin before she looked at you again.

With both hands on her cheeks, you were surprised by the paleness of her face. Her cheeks felt colder than usual, as if a cold breeze had invaded the room. Her heavy, sleepy eyes stared at yours without hesitation.

“You look ill, Sophia. Slightly tired. You should rest, maybe have a glass of wine,” you suggested with concern, caressing her cheeks with your thumb. You began to fear that the strange local epidemic had struck her as it had your distant neighbour's daughter.

“Don't worry, dear. I'll have some of your wine, and after a little rest, I'll be better in the morning, believe me.”

So you let her rest, distressed. But tonight, it was your own sleep that was disturbed.

When the weight of a body over yours was noticed in your deep sleep, the touch of fingers burned against your smooth skin, lips marking on your neck. Despite the closeness, no heartbeat could be felt, nothing but restrained breathing against the shell of your ear.

The warm, wet lips carressing your neck caused a thin layer of sweat to form on your forehead. The intoxicating kisses moved down to your chest, which rose and fell with heavy breathing.

Each touch was gentle enough not to wake you from your sleep, but intense enough to ignite a fire spreading rapidly in your body. Back arching slightly against the mattress below, allowing you to feel her soft breasts against your sensitive skin, perked nipples through the fabric.

It could only be her, Sophia, your body told you, as if it were able to recognize her by her embrace only, no need for your vision to confirm it. Her hands groped your thighs under your nightgown, her cold fingers trailing your curves and sending shivers down your spine.

Both of her hands came to hold your hips in place, pressing down to keekp you in place as her hungry lips kissed down your body. Her knee pressed between your legs while the figure you imagined to be Sophia stole the warmth of you body for herself.

Her hot mouth slowly descended to the valley between your breasts. Your back arched deeper into her, an unconscious movement, begging for more friction. Although you were concerned of your own actions, it was terribly difficult to resist responding to her precise touches. She moved like she knew your body so well, carefully claiming it.

Your hands rose desperately to Sophia's back, clutching the clothes that covered her tightly when you felt the two needles pierce your chest, sucking your warmth and part of your vitality into her.

The sensation was a burning pain unlike anything you had ever experienced before, frightened by her attack but unable to ever move away. Along with that, her flexed thigh moved slowly against your core, causing your hips to grind up in response.

The heat between your legs mingled with the burning sensation that spread from your chest to the rest of your body, ecstatic with so many new sensations in a single night. But your body melted, betraying you when the sharp fangs left the skin of your bruised chest and your eyes grew heavy.

All you were able to notice before losing consciousness once again was the absence of Sophia's comforting warmth against your body, hands desperately searching for her warmth to grab on before you fell asleep again.

The next morning, you remembered the events as a incomprehensible dream. It was difficult to recognize your emotions, beyond confusion, in relation to this episode. But as your fingers touched the wound between your breasts, inside you felt a strange longing for a second time.

But one thing was certain in the light of the newly risen sun, Sophia looked remarkably healthy. Her beauty was highlighted and noticeable in her still languid gait.

cw: sub!loser!megan x dom!mean!reader, cheating, service top megan, strap usage, porn without plot

synopsis: making fun of the cute nerd for having a crush on you was the best distraction, but when your boyfriend was such a jerk you thought maybe Megan could help you get your revenge

note: i just really needed to write service top megan, kinda shitty though sorry. also not proofread ;/

megan has always been in love with you, and that was never a secret. all this time, it was clear in the way she looked at you, how she stuttered when she tried to talk to you, or the way she stumbled when you crossed paths in the hallways, so pathetic that she didn't know what to do with her hands when she saw you, her trembling fingers hiding in her pockets.

you took advantage of this to have a little fun, getting a little too close to ask for help with the chemistry test and laughing loudly when you noticed her breathing quicken and her hands let the books she held slip away. you would purposefully drop a pencil near her seat just for an excuse to bend over closer to her than necessary, and then watch her rush off to the bathroom. you thought It was cute, teasing her from time to time was your entertainment when the week seemed too quiet.

the way she constantly adjusted her glasses on her face every time you talked to her. you would whisper in her ear just to see her swallow hard, so easily broken down.

but for you it was never more than a distraction, of course. after all, things were going well until now, dating the captain of the football team just makes sense. he's handsome, tall, desired by most of the girls at school, and a little lacking in intelligence, easy to deal with. it's almost as if people expected you to be a couple, all you didwas met the expectations, as always.

and megan started to hate him from the moment she found out about the relationship. she rolled her eyes every time she saw you two kissing in the hallways and secretly thought he was mediocre at sports. megan knew she could treat you better, she was just waiting for a chance to show it, even if she didn't have the courage to say it to your face.

so when you saw your boyfriend shamelessly making out with some random girl at a party, you decided you would get your revenge that very night. coincidence or not , Megan seemed so attractive after a few shots. maybe this was the perfect chance for her to prove that she really could treat you better.

as the drink made you dizzy, it was hard to say how you got here. all you remember is pulling megan into the firsts empty room you found and locking the door behind you. your hands were already pulling at her shirt, not so sure where all this impatience came from.

megan seemed a little lost, but you didn't mind helping her find her bearings. You placed her hands on your breasts when you noticed the astonished look on her face after you slid your shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room.

smashing your lips in a clumsy kiss, you felt her become a little bolder, massaging your breasts over the lingerie. her breathing becoming heavy just from feeling you in her hands. she gradually became hungrier, taking off your bra to feel the warmth of your skin, running her fingers over your nipples, pinching and pulling on it.

she kissed your neck messily like she was starving, nibbling and licking. the warmth of herbody mixing with yours as she pressed against you, your hands pulling her hips closer. feeling a noticeable bulge touch your core when you rubbed against her, you couldn't contain a smug from forming in your face.

you pushed her away slightly just enough for you to kneel in front of her, never taking your eyes off hers. you heard her stammering nervously, trying to form a coherent sentence as she watched your hands move up her thighs to the waistband of her pants. the bulge was just a few inches away, almost an invitation to pull the garment off right away.

and that's what you did, releasing the strap she was hiding underneath, as if megan knew she'd end up in this situation tonight. “is that what you wanted? were you hoping you could fuck me tonight when you put that strap on?”

without looking away, you slowly swiped your tongue over the pink silicon, from the bottom to the tip right before taking it in your mouth. megan let out a moan as if she could actually feel your mouth on her. “y-yes,” she forces an answer out, her hand on your face to brush a strand of hair out of the way.

drool runs down your chin when you choke on the size of megan's strap, bigger than you're used to. she looks down at you like a puppy, her mouth agape, trying to contain herself and not push your head with the hand that gently pulls on your hair.

the sight of your lips sliding up and down her cock was enough to drive her crazy. megan tried hard not to throw her head back from arousal just to maintain eye contact as your sucking wetted the girthy cock.

you let it out with a pop, saliva connecting the tip to your lips when you pulled away. your hands roamed up her body, getting up slowly to reach her ear with a mischievous whisper "i want you to fuck me megan. make me yours"

she adjusted the glasses in her nose nervously, dizzy like she was drunk on you already, nodding so eagerly as if that's all she needs. hungry hands groping on your body, she leaded you to the bed by the hip. fingers brushing over your inner thighs under the skirt as she bend you over the bed, pushing your panties aside just to feel your soaked cunt.

"oh, you're so wet for me" her words comes out in a whimper. fingertips teasing your entrance, collecting some of your juices so she could taste you on her fingers. she hummed when savoring your sweet essence, instantly lifting your miniskirt up, like it has awakened something inside her.

megan held the base of the strap, sliding the tip up and down your slit, pressing it slightly against your clit. she was mesmerized by how your pussy made her cock glisten with arousal. her own juices dripping down her thighs, flustered to the sight of you bent over, your ass on display just for her. megan is exactly where she wants to be and is almost overwhelmed just by looking at such a pretty view.

"c'mon, megan. i know you're dying to let it inside" her shaking fingers finally pulled your panties, letting it fall to your feet and lifted up a bit more the miniskirt that barely covered anything. one of her hands came to grip on your hip when the strap finally stretched your tight cunt, slowly filling you up like she was afraid to hurt you.

but when her eyes met with how your puffy lips swallowed all of her and the way the strap brushed right against her clit, megan couldn't contain herself. she thrusted inside you in an inconsistent pace, hands groping your ass fiercely.

the obscene sounds of her pelvis slamming into you filled the room along with megan's high pitched whining mixing with your moans. she unconsciously sped up her movements, eager to watch you come undone. unable to keep her hands still while her hips moved eagerly, running up your waist to find your breasts again.

arching your back up slightly when her fingers twisted your nipples, greedy hands fondling your tits. the bending of your back had your hips pushing backwards, the strap reaching deeper inside you. helplessly whimpering when her cock hit that sweet spot when you pushed back into her.

megan held your hips, guiding your movements in harmony with hers, sweat running down her neck. she barely let the cock slip out before quickly pushing it back in, desperate to hit that spot once more like she could feel your cunt clenching around her strap. "fuck! i- i need to see you come, p-please!"

your hands clung to the sheets, trying to stay in place as you listened to megan's uneven breathing while she lost herself in you. her thrusts relentless as her own climax approached, a constant pressure against her clit while her strap moved in and out of you with a lewd squelch. megan put effort in her movements as if she wanted to impress you, doing it exactly the way it happened in her late nate scenarios.

your climax arrived like a wave of heat descending through you lower belly, cunt pulsing around her. with your back arching in pleasure, megan holds you by the waist, your body writhing in front of her while she continued thrusting sloppily. your ass pushing against her hips and your whimpers for her name were her final push.

megan's legs trembled behind you, groping you everywhere. she slowly pulled it out as your body collapsed on the bed, feeling proud of herself like she just got an award. you turned around to see what a pretty nerd she was with foggy glasses, chest heaving up and down as her breathing steadies. megan unclasped the strap and lay down beside you

omg yes!! cw: sub!dani x dom!munch!r, oral, begging, overstimulation, use of mami

dani looked so good performing that it was hard for you to control yourself when you both arrived your shared hotel room. you said you just wanted a taste but you were insatiable, immediately crawling in between her legs th moment the door closed behind you, hands attached to her thighs.

you just can't get enough of her hips bucking into your face as you lap at her puffy folds. daniela's pleasured expression and sweet taste are so addictive that you could spend hours between her legs, feeling it almost crush your head as she closed them shakingly every time she came. you couldn't help but overstimulate her when you heard her whiny begs "fuck, i can't take it anymore. por favor, mami!"

her hand on your hair pulling you closer, smothering your face into her cunt. you've always been a messy eater, her juices dripping down your chin as you shook your head from side to side. placing her legs over your shoulder so you could have better access to her pussy, taking your time with her.

daniela scratches your back desperately, tears rolling down her cheeks from the uninterrupted stimulation but her hips would still grind around nothing if you pulled away. how could stop when her pretty moans filled your ears and the smooth skin of her thighs felt so good around your head?

synopsis: you suspect that your friend is involved in the recent deaths of boys. you try to confront her when she shows up in your room in the middle of the night, but things take a different turn.

cw: jennifer's body!au, needy!reader x jennifer!lara, slight horror mentions of death, oral (r receving), scissoring, slapping

wc: 3.7k

note: one of my favorite movies, i loved writing thisss

everything has been different since the fire at the bar; there has been a strange, distressing fog hanging over the city ever since. you couldn't forget what you saw after that bizarre band's show, the flames growing everywhere, a bar that was such a regular part of your nights now completely destroyed by the fire.

and Lara? well, you haven't seen her since you couldn't stop her from leaving with the lead singer in the band's van, and that keeps a dormant fear in your chest. but maybe that's not the truth, maybe you saw Lara in your kitchen in the middle of the night alone at home, right after that disastrous show, but you keep trying to convince yourself that it was just a dream.

after all, who would believe you if you said you saw her walking around your kitchen covered in blood in the middle of the night? she was confused, disoriented, and when she approached you, you could see that the blood staining her clothes wasn't hers. her teeth looked much sharper in the mouth that threatened your neck. in the end, it must have been nothing more than a hallucination in response to the recent traumatic night.

so after that nightmare, seeing Lara in the school hallways when classes resumed was a huge relief. and she looked so good, too good in fact. Most students had at least dark circles under their eyes from sleepless nights, tired and desolate expressions. but Lara was the exception, her flawless skin glowing and her smile contagious. she had always been beautiful, of course, but you would expect the terror of the last few nights to show on her features. it seems she is coping well with the situation.

as you walk side by side, a melody from the speakers fills the hallways.

Through the trees

I will find you

I will heal you...

“I can't believe they're playing this here!” you comment, genuinely annoyed, as if this hadn't already been the soundtrack to the city's horrors. it seems like Low Shoulder hasn't stopped playing since then, and it's getting on your nerves. “Yeah, they're not even that good,” Lara replies, and it sounds strange. it sounds too casual, as if the recent events didn't mean much, as if whatever happened in that van wasn't real. and that's as comforting as it is disconcerting, maybe it's better to just ignore it.

and that's how the week goes, too casual. it seems like people are just trying to get back on track, hoping things will return to normal after the sudden losses. And you do your best to go with the flow, trying to keep up with Lara, who seems fine and as stunningly beautiful as always. Maybe you just don't understand her way of dealing with these situations. she's always been the type to avoid talking about complex emotions, so it's not that surprising.

“So, you and Collin?” you ask, remembering seeing them talking during breaks between classes. a smile appears almost immediately on Lara's face in response to the name that comes out of your mouth. it's a somewhat strange expression, a slightly disjointed smile, difficult to read. “Yeah… I mean, we're talking. We're going out tonight. He's kind of nice, even though he's not really my type.” and you chuckle, the first sincere laugh in a few days.

honestly, they really are an unusual couple. Lara has always been one of the most popular girls, who attracts attention for her appearance, beauty, confidence, and mesmerizing personality. on the other hand, Collin is a slightly more reserved boy, with a peculiar style and a unique personality. but he has his niche, among the boys who paint their nails black and wear band shirts for all occasions. regardless of anything else, he seems like a nice guy.

“Let me know when you leave and when you get home, okay? With everything that's been going on… I worry, you know?” you confess, sincerely. although her impeccable appearance doesn't show any negativity, you need to show concern and are truly afraid for her. she is your best friend, after all.

“Okay, I know that when I went out with Jonas, things didn't end well and all that, but… No need to worry, relax.” and by 'didn't end well' she means that Jonas died mysteriously the same night they saw each other. It really seems like there's a wave of horrors happening, almost convincing you that there's some curse or pact affecting things around you.

but the police investigations should get to the bottom of it, it's important to remain hopeful that things will return to normal soon. and with this kind of incident happening so close to Lara, it's natural to be scared.

“And everyone has been in a bad mood lately. I need a break from this gloom!” she looks at herself in the mirror on her closet door, touching up her lip gloss and running her hand through the black strands of hair that fall over her shoulders. “Well, it's still very recent. Not everyone is as detached as you, Lara.”

you analyze her expression in the mirror, sharp eyes attentive to her own face, her perfect brown skin reflecting the light. the way the lip gloss applicator slowly glides over her full lips almost makes you lose yourself. but there's not much to read, she's indifferent, her concerns don't seem to go beyond the night that awaits her, it's superficial but not unexpected.

"What're you looking at?” she asks playfully noticing your lost eyes lingering on her face. looking you up and down, one of her fingers comes to your face, slowly tracing your chin. “Don't worry, I'll let you know when I leave.” you look at her fondly. your fear is genuine, it's such an old friendship that you don't know what you would do without her. some even say you're obsessed but to you, they simply aren't capable of understanding how you feel about her.

so, without much room for protest, you convince yourself. In the end, Lara isn't wrong, she deserves a little fun, and Collin isn't someone to worry about. and you return home with your head a little less full. allowing yourself to relax in the soft sheets of your bed, staring at the ceiling for too long.but maybe, just maybe, you should keep worrying a little, right?

it becomes difficult to sleep when your mind won't give you rest, your eyes remain open even after Lara's message confirming that everything was fine and sending you her location. but you remain there, connecting the dots, searching for meaning in all the discomfort your intuition has been causing you. the memories of that hallucination in the kitchen are still fresh, and there is something stirring restlessly inside you.

like flashbacks, your last vivid memories run through your mind. that van running from the fire with her on the inside, the bad music of that weird band and the unknown members. the way Jonas looked at Lara on the soccer field when they met, like love at first sight. and the disastrous end that followed an innocent encounter with that beautiful and unattainable girl.

moving your feet in the air, you check her location over and over, certain that something is about to happen. your teeth grind, your palms sweat even in the cold of the night. and looking out your window, almost like a mirage, you see her in the distance, across the street. a broad smile, with those same sharp teeth that torment your nightmares, disappearing just as quickly. it's just a blink of an eye, just enough to make you jump out of bed.

and you can no longer wait, the urge to run after her won't go away. you need to know what's going on, things are out of place and she may be in danger. despair runs through your body like a chill as you search for your parents' car keys, hoping they won't hear the sound of the engine when you start it in a hurry.

your trembling fingers search for her location on the map, your hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. you haven't even taken your driving test yet, but desperate measures are necessary in situations like this. you race through the quiet streets of the city, it's past midnight and there's not a soul in sight in the neighborhoods the gps suggests. your eyes search for her on every corner, cursing the poor lighting from the streetlights.

and when the notification sound indicates her arrival at the specified destination, the confusion does not dissipate. the location indicated is a large abandoned mansion, there seems to be no electric light, nothing but a faint glow on the upper floor. your blood pulses through your veins as if you know she is there, a strange connection. the car with skull stickers parked in front seems like confirmation, it could only belong to Collin.

when your feet touch the sidewalk, the certainty that there is no turning back overwhelms you. movements erratic due to haste, remembering to avoid noise only when your hands reach the front door handle in a flurry. the surroundings are unpleasantly silent, there are no clues to deduce anything.

the door opens, there was no concern about the lock. dust rises immediately, the smell of the stuffy place is agonizing, insects crawl across the walls and floor. there is some old furniture covered in plastic and dusty fabrics, but no sign of either of them. you stare at the wooden staircase, hoping the steps won't start creaking wildly when your feet press against the old wood.

in the distance a low laugh can be heard, unmistakable and familiar to your ears. you listen carefully as you try to avoid the wood from creaking, slowly approaching the end of the staircase. the male voice is also identifiable, a nervous tone accompanied by a few footsteps. it is hard to tell whether he is moving away or approaching from where you listen. finally, the staircase comes to an end at your feet.

following the dim light from candles with your eyes, you can make out two silhouettes at the end of a hallway. your shoulders rise at the unexpected sound of impact when Collin is thrown onto an old armchair. even from a distance, you can see the cloud of dust forming. the view from a distance is difficult, and approaching seems risky, but it is enough to see Lara's entire body and the legs of the boy sitting on the deteriorated upholstery.

Lara leans toward him seductively, her nimble hands seeming to reach for his belt. under normal circumstances, the scene would make you feel embarrassed, noticeably uncomfortable, and perhaps even a little jealous. but when your pulse pounds in your throat, feelings become difficult to distinguish. an intense shiver runs through your body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

but it gets hard to say for sure what you saw when your memories are nothing more than a blur. another reverie of your mind, too real. you never left your room, did you? opening and closing your eyes, all you see are the blankets covering your aching body resting on the bed, wearing the same pajamas you wore at the beginning of the night.

a nightmare, you believe. the cause being the exaggerated tension that arose in you, without realizing how shaken you really were by the latest events. your blurred vision searches for your cell phone once again, the messages are still there. there is a new one assuring you that Lara arrived home safely. what the hell is all this?

you pull the blanket off your body, sitting up on the mattress still confused. a little dizzy, you look around for something different in your own room, looking for any answer that could make sense. but all you see is your door slowly opening, revealing the same curves that haunts your dreams.

Lara enters the door slowly, a finger over her lips in a gesture of silence. a smile on her face as if everything were normal, her pajamas consisting of old shorts and one of your shirts. she closes the door, greeting you naturally. “What are you doing here at this hour?” it's dawn and you're still lost in your own mind.

“I came to see my friend, didn't you see my message?”

she approaches, places both hands on the bed, slowly climbing up until she reaches your side. you smell her perfume up close, sweet and intense as usual, a familiar scent. “Lara, I-I…” stammering, you reach for her hand, touching it as if searching for proof that it's real, seeking the warmth of her body.

looking into her eyes, you recognize something, you understand. suddenly, an inevitable realization hits you, an obvious clue that has been right in front of your eyes all this time. she stares back, waiting for you to finish your sentence. your mind races, searching for an answer to an absurd question. “It's you, isn't it?”

she tilts her head slightly to the side, a sly smile forming on her face. one of her hands touches your cheek affectionately, as if she knows what's coming next. “Go on, say it,” she encourages you, eagerly awaiting your words.

“You're killing people.” the words fly out of your mouth like an arrow, aimed more at yourself than at her. of course it's her. how could you not have realized?

she laughs as if you've told a joke, the distressing sound filling the emptiness of the room, contrasting with your previous daring whisper. “No! I'm killing boys,” she admits, casually, as if sharing a curiosity. “Boys are just placeholders, they come and they go,” she argues, getting closer at each word.

all you want is to understand, to reach out to her, whatever that means. “You're my best friend, I just want to help” you practically beg, there's a sense of protection coming from you that doesn't want anything to happen to her. insisting on taking care of her, even though you know she doesn't need it. but that's what you want, you want her to need you. “Just let me stay the night and everything will be okay,” she asks sincerely, turning her body completely towards you.

you want to ask more questions, you want to know what's going on and how she got to this point, what it all means, but she stops you so easily, she has you wrapped around her finger. Lara gets up on her knees and climbs onto your lap, watching your lost face, letting her do what she wants. “We can play boyfriend and girlfriend like we used to.” the suggestion leaves you speechless, you turn your face away in embarrassment, feeling the warmth of her thighs against yours, not knowing where to put your hands.

and she helps you with that too, holding your hands and guiding them for you, placing them on her hips then pulling you by the chin. she makes sure you are looking into your eyes as your breaths mingle, your mouth half open. “What do you think, hm?” you barely notice the way your own body moves closer to hers, there is no attempt to pull away, you know you've wanted this for a long time.

your pulse races again, but now for a different reason. it's how velvety her skin feels against yours, how inviting her lips look, her forehead resting against yours in a way that just makes sense. you are completely lost in her, dancing the dance she has pulled you into. your trembling fingers on her hip, touching beneath the fabric of her shirt. no response is necessary when your body speaks for you, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

Lara takes your lips in an intense kiss, it's rough and full of desire, instinctively your hands pull her closer. she grinds on your lap and you feel the heat burning inside you. her hands explore shamelessly, caressing your back and wandering through the valley of your breasts while her tongue slips into your mouth. it's almost obscene how your body reacts to hers, your lust practically palpable.

her mouth travels down your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and reveling in how easily your body surrenders to her. she pulls her mouth away from your skin for just a moment, only to lift your shirt, exposing your bare chest. “Do you want me?” Lara smiles, her eyes on yours once more. her hand on your chest pushes your back against the mattress, one leg on either side of you. her weight pinning you there, right where she wants you.

nodding your head eagerly, unable to form a coherent sentence, you watch as her hands descend agonizingly slowly to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up in one go and discarding it on the bedroom floor. “Fuck!” is all you can say, amazed by her beauty, on top of you almost like a wet dream invading your night.

laughing at your situation, Lara returns to kissing and biting your neck moving downwards, marking what is hers. you feel the softness of her lips brushing over your belly, below your navel, to where the fabric of your shorts prevents her from continuing. each touch feeds the flame that grows inside you, an increasingly uncontrollable heat making you squirm in the sheets.

you lift your hips, feeling her slide your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to her. “I've been thinking about this for a long time, babe" she admits, her warm breath against the inside of your thighs. you look down at her with your lower lip between your teeth, searching for her dark eyes you find her blown pupils. watching her position herself between your legs, you tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

her hands are positioned on your thighs, stretching your legs a little further to gain access to your pussy, glistening with arousal. she continues to tease you, kissing your thighs, blowing warm air against your core, just to feel your fingers intertwining in her hair, trying to pull her closer to where you need her most, already impatient.

with a smug smile, she plunges her tongue into you, moaning as she tastes you. your eyes close involuntarily as she sucks on your clit with hunger, wetness dripping down her chin. your fingers tightening the grip in her hair, your back arching slightly on the mattress.

her hand moves towards your thigh in an unexpected slap, making you jolt in pain. “I want you to look at me, I want to see your face,” the vibrations of her voice against your pussy causing waves of pleasure and you force yourself to look down, your cheeks flustered. your entrance clenching around nothing as her tongue returns to explore you.

Lara's own fingers move, rubbing between her legs, wet just to have her mouth on you. your moans grow louder each time she pushes her tongue inside you then goes back to flick at your clit mercilessly. the pleasure intoxicating you more and more, taking over your body and having you grind against her face while your hands pull her closer, desperate for more friction.

the tension building up in your lower belly as she tongue fucks you, moaning against your core. her hands grope your ass harshly, licking a broad stripe up your cunt. her face is a mess when she pulls away, you whine at the lack of friction, ready to beg for her to get back. "I need more of you" she states, getting up to strip out of her dampened shorts.

your mouth watering as you watch her body sway, getting closer to you once again. she hops back on top of you and you can feel the warmth of her dripping pussy close to yours, grinding your hips up trying to feel her desperately. her hands move down between her legs, rubbing circles to her clit. "Please, Lara!" you beg, urging to feel her grinding against you.

a harsh slap is delivered to your cunt when you try bucking your hips up. you cry out from the pain, feeling your core pulsing at the sensation "Be patient." she whispers in your ear, landing another slap just for the amusement of watching you jolt again.

when she finally gives in, stars bursts into the back of your mind as she closes the distance between your aching pussies, smearing her wetness against you. her lips crash onto yours while she grinds slowly onto you, hands gripping her shoulders for support. your swollen lips pressed against hers, she nibbles on your lower lip when you whine into her mouth.

she holds on your hips tightly to keep you in place, her clit rubbing against yours is overwhelming. you moan her name into her lips feeling one of her hands being dragged to the mess betweens your cunts, adding to the friction. she disconects the kiss, unable to focus, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, whining against your hot skin.

you feel yourself getting closer at each thrust of her hips, nails digging into her shoulders. your body twitching against hers, juices dripping down your thighs, staining your sheets. "Lara, i'm so close! Fuck!" you practically scream as her fingers moves to your clit, rubbing and speeding up her hip movements.

"I want you to come all over me, baby" heavy breathing, her own climax approaching. her words are the last push you needed to get going. your pussy clenches around nothing as the pleasure waves crashes over your body. your breasts pressing against hers as your back arches violently with bliss.

her body reacts similarly, trembling when pleasure hits her, pulling you impossibly closer. her sticky legs closing against your waist, you feel her muscles tensing up. a high pitched whimper blessing your ears.

with your breathing uneven, you feel your body relax, falling onto the mattress. she melts on top of you, her head on your chest, still rising and falling visibly as you regulate your breathing. Lara's arms tenderly wrap around your body, kissing your neck. she looks up at you, her expression honest and clear. “Please don't give up on me.”