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The stress of Lollapalooza practice had left your mind wired and your body aching. The managers had pushed late into the night, the members running through choreo over and over until everyone's movements blurred into exhaustion.

You yawned, wishing you could just plop back into bed and steal a few more hours of sleep. But your body ignored you, dragging you to the bathroom just when everything had settled down with everyone in their respective rooms.

Well, besides Megan. She was kicked out and thrown into your room, claiming that Lara wouldn't stop running through ideas for the performance. The girl spent nearly an hour mumbling about Lara being a perfectionist and a control freak before finally passing out, sprawling across your bed like she was entitled to it. You barely managed to find space, curled into the corner staring at the ceiling, praying that you'd fall asleep despite her snores.

Now, on your way back from the bathroom, you tugged your hood onto your head, trying to get yourself as comfortable as possible, half-lidded.

But something stopped you—a noise from Lara's room.

The muffled sound of music reached your ears, like it was meant for only you and the person inside that room to hear.

"M..I..A...Imma-Imma go-"

The lyrics repeated, taunting you—no—inviting you to open the door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slowed your steps. Megan wasn't lying, but it was far too late, and everyone should've been out cold.

But you slowly shuffled to the door, pressing your ear against it.

"...god—" a voice whispered, Manon, muffled by the thin wood. A breathy, soft laugh followed it. Your stomach tightened, knowing whatever was happening behind it couldn't be just practice.

The outro to MIA looped over, the bass low but noticeable, vibrating against the door underneath your palm. You swallowed, pressing closer, neck straining to catch more.

You heard the creaking of the bedsprings, slow and drawn out.

"Keep going...shit—deeper—"

This time, Lara's voice was heard. Your brows knit as you try to press closer. Heart pounding louder than the music. The voices became more pronounced—hushed whines, punctuated by the occasional squeaks of the mattress.

Curiosity clawed at you, stronger than any logic. Before you could stop yourself, your fingers curled around the knob and cracked the door open just a fraction.

And that silver of light was all you needed.

It sliced through the dim hallway thinly, just enough to catch the silhouetted movement in the light.

You shouldn't have looked. But your body betrayed you, breath shallow, and pulse rushing as you craned your neck to look through the door.

The sight left you dazed.

There, Manon's hips rolled against Lara's bare thigh. Her legs shivered, grinding down needily as her head tilted back.

Heavy pants and moans came from both of them as they rocked against each other.

Manon's hand was lost inside the girl's underwear, working gingerly while Lara lay with her elbows propping herself up, staring at Manon, eyes half lidded in pure pleasure. You could see her hand tighten around the other's wrist, guiding her fingers in and out.

Your hands tightened the longer you watched. The pit of your stomach simmered with something you tried to ignore. The way your mouth grew dry, shit...you knew you should've closed the door back and walked right back to your room, lying cramped next to the girl who claimed your bed.

But you didn't.

Your free hand drifted down your sweats, fingers brushing over your clothed dick before you slipped underneath your boxers. Your breath hitched at the feeling, and you quickly looked around, not wanting to be found in such a questionable position.

Your eyes went right back to the scene behind the door, the two girls completely enveloped in one another. Both rocking and lavishing in the feeling of friction.

You gripped the base of your semi-hard on and began pumping slowly, painfully. Guilt and shame left your soul with every stroke. Quiet whimpers fell from your mouth until you bit at the hem of your hoodie, hoping the two wouldn't see or hear your absolutely depraved and carnal act. You were far too lost, speeding up, attempting to sync with their movements as if you were there with them.

You've had small crushes on your fellow members since you walked into the building for Popstar Academy, but you never expected to be blessed to find them like this. God, you would give anything to be in between them. Manon behind your smothering your neck with love bites in shades of red and purple while her hands run all over you, and Lara taking you in, her back pressed against your front as she rutted on your cock.

Unfortunately for you, you were knocked straight from your overzealous three-way fantasy when your foot tapped at the door, slowly opening it with an obvious creeaaakkk.

Fuck.

"...wait-" Lara paused, holding onto Manon's arm, waiting to hear another noise.

Your eyes widened, whispering swears as you halted your movements. Your body went stiff, yanking your hand from your pants, holding them up against the door, but still looking inside.

"What?" Manon glanced around, eyes almost landing on the door, before Lara gripped her chin, snapping her face back to her, saving you. "I thought I heard something." She whispered, letting go of her.

Your eyes ran down Manon's body, even fully clothed, you could see every inch of her move with purpose. Every drag of her hips pulled her closer to the edge as her eyes squeezed shut.

Your gaze then made its way to Lara; the way her sharp nails dug into the mattress was sure to ruin the fabric. She wanted to clench her thighs around Manon's arm, but couldn't bring herself to.

But her eyes. That's what made you jump.

They stared right into your own.

You gasped sharply, watching her glance down at the shadowed tent in your pants. You instinctively covered yourself, face heating under her unforgiving stare, and you still didn't look away.

"Larz, fuck—I'm gonna-" Manon huffed out before being stopped, Lara's hands held her in place.

"Hold on, I want our little stalker to join..."

"Wha-?" Her eyes jolted to the door where you stood stupidly, palm resting against it. Manon swung off Lara's thigh, making her way to the doorway. You stared at the two girls, your hoodie falling out of your mouth as you not-so-subtly adjusted yourself with a gulp.

"I can just go back to my room, I-I didn't mean to make it weird..." You mumbled.

Lara scoffed, pushing her hair back, watching you fidget with your sweatpants' strings like you were so innocent and not just jerking off two minutes ago.

"Were you expecting us to just let you go? After you got yourself worked up just by being a pervert?" Manon teased, dropping her hand from the knob, looking at Lara with a smile.

Your mind blanked when she opened the door wider after pausing the music. "I guess not..." You awkwardly laughed, shuffling through the doorway, hearing it lock once you sat on the edge of the bed.

You felt hands run up your back and down to your hoodie-covered back, tugging your hood off, fully exposing your embarrassed face to them. Lara leaned over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the spot behind your ear. You let out a sharp inhale at the wet feeling. "Fuck..."

You watched the younger of the two waltz her way between your legs, signaling the older to do so as well. You sat staring at the two, fingers tapping the mattress. They looked up at you, one sitting across from the other. Manon's doe eyes told you to be calm, while Lara's only made you more nervous, like she would attack at any given moment.

You swore you could feel their body heat against yours. The feeling of Manon's hand reaching your waistband made your body take a pause. The slow drag of your pants and boxers drove you insane, especially with the coy look in their eyes, like they had no idea your heart was going sporadic.

Giving up on teasing, Manon tugged, freeing your length from the cotton cage of your sweats. Immediately, she licked a long, drawn-out stripe from the base to the head. You hissed, hand bunching the fabric, looking down as Lara moved like a serpent, licking the pre-cum that had oozed from the tip. Your face scrunched, holding in whatever moan teased the back of your throat as the two tried to make out around your dick, tongues swirling determinedly against you but focused on getting to the other.

Your stomach simmered; the attack on you was overwhelming as they went at different paces. Manon slowly and cautiously dragged over each inch of your underside, eyes flickering up at you every other second. While Lara's lips wrapped around your head, sucking you clean of any pre cum that leaked from your slit before smearing it over the top of your length with her lips. You felt as if your soul was clocking out for the night, your grip clenching the comforter.

It felt as if your whole nervous system set off fireworks when Lara took you whole, cheeks hollowing when she tried to slide you deeper into her warm throat.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper, immediately slamming a fist against your lips. Manon glanced up at you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she smiled. Her tanned hands ran up inside your hoodie, rubbing at your body before she climbed up to sit right beside you. Her soft lips pressed against yours while her tongue caught every sound that fell from you.

Lara pulled off, taking a deep inhale in an attempt to regather herself. Her hands wrapped around your cock, stroking unhurriedly. Your hips involuntarily jerked in her grasp at a stuttered pace, knee bouncing nervously.

You wish you could see her once she took you halfway, tongue messily swirling around your shaft. But you were too focused on the way Manon began attacking your neck, nipping and sucking on that sensitive spot just above your collarbone. Her cool hands ran underneath your hoodie again. They pressed against your chest, groping at your breast gently while her knuckles brushed your hardened nipple. You groaned into her mouth as your hand made its way to her arm, gripping tightly. Her index and thumb pinched at one of your buds, rolling it between them. You whined, already feeling overstimulated.

Lara finally pulled away, using your thighs to help her stand. Her fingers drifted to the back of both of your necks, pushing the two of you closer together and deepening the kiss like you were two dolls. Her eyes were filled with lust as she watched you go back and forth, completely lost before sliding onto your thigh, leaning to meet your mouths.

It was sloppy, something straight from a porno flick. Each of you switching between another, tongues moving mindlessly. Your eyes shut out of pure ecstasy, the feeling of breaths grazing your cheeks felt ethereal. It was like you could taste who was who. Your hand massaged Lara's soft thigh, earning small whines from her. You weren't sure who, but you felt a nip at your bottom lip, tugging gently.

Lara was the first to break the kiss, hopping off your lap, and walking around the room, bouncing with every step. You watched as she dug through the drawers, fingers shifting clothes around.

You tried to avoid eye contact with either of them and just looked around at the various decorations around the room.

The bed dipped when Lara lay next to you, dangling the wrapper in front of your face until you snatched it with a slight heat flowing to your face. Manon laughed, watching you roll on the latex carefully.

Almost as soon as you put the condom onto your shaft, the younger tugged you on top of her, pulling you into yet another kiss. This time, it felt less lustful, tongues molding against each other as Manon's fingers gripped onto your locks. She jerked your head away to meet hers with a satisfied smile. She let go, nails scraping from your neck down to your forearm. Her acrylics leave faint crescent marks against your skin when she brings your hand into her shorts, past her sodden undergarments, and straight to her slick, coated folds.

You tilted your head slightly like telepathically asking Really? She nodded desperately, Yes, don't make me w...

Before you could process the next word, Lara's legs encircled your waist. They tightened like a boa constrictor around your torso, snatching you closer. She slid her panties to the side, pussy glistening in the dim lighting. A free hand made its way to her swollen clit, your thumb drawing wide, slow circles against her. The index and middle fingers of the hand deep in Manon's shorts pressed into her, earning a small soft gasp.

Your fingers thrusted into Manon's soaked cunt, feeling her tighten on your joints. You continued at the slow pace until she shifted positions, kicking her shorts off and lying down right next to Lara. Her knees pressed against your arms, locking your hand close to her.

Focusing back on the girl who was practically leg-hugging you, you fisted the base of your cock before gingerly sliding into her, letting Lara adjust with every movement. You were instantly overcome with the feeling of her slick, warm entrance.

Without thinking, you retracted your hands from Lara's pelvis and bunched the bottom of your hoodie into your mouth. Partly from curiosity, wanting to see yourself disappear into the girl, but also from knowing you were close to waking up everyone in the dorm.

"Sh-shit, so fucking thick..." Lara rasped, hands grabbing at your hoodie in a poor attempt to keep her on earth.

After you let Lara get comfortable to your size, you slowly inched out before thrusting in again. The sight was better than behind the door. Had you stayed there, you wouldn't be able to see the way the eldest would stare deep into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed like she would cry at just the feeling of your digits curling and scissoring inside of her. Or the way Lara's tits bounced through the thin bra, its straps falling carelessly with each thrust.

Manon couldn't help but get more turned on by the scene of you fucking into the other girl. She licked her lips before leaning closer and pulling Lara into a kiss. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the two, watching their tongues mesh against each other. The curly-haired girl's hand gripped at Lara's chin, digging her nails gently into her skin. You felt your gut tighten when they pulled apart, a string of saliva still connecting their lips.

Lara hoarsely babbled a string of curses as you carefully picked the pace up, praying the dorm walls wouldn't pick up the noises of skin slapping roughly. Her eyes rolling back once you slowed down, converting to long, deep strokes. Your blunt tip nudging at her G-spot, eventually returning to the quick pace you had before.

The oldest was the first to break, her shaking knees pressed together, trapping your wrist. Her face smushed against Lara's shoulder as she twitched when your fingers mindlessly curled inside her. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth hoping it could muffle all the cries that threatened to fall from her. She still rocked against your hips, chasing the feeling of that high.

You weren't far away from Manon. Your thrusts grew messy, trying to hold back as much as possible. But the tense feeling in your gut drove you up the wall as you huffed into your hoodie.

"...so close...harder-" were the only words you could hear from the younger as she rambled incoherently, the pleasure shuddering through her body like a static shock, fogging her brain. You listened, of course. Shakily slamming back into her.

Her eyes slammed shut as her body tensed, nails digging into the fabric, piercing through and scratching at your side. She was terribly close. "...fuck, fuck, fuck..." Lara's voice cracked while she finally came, her body tensing up like she was bracing for something. And you followed right behind her with an audible grunt, releasing into the condom that gripped onto your skin.

You pulled out of both, flopping onto your stomach between the two. "Hm..." You looked up, eyes blinking between them until a surge of realization flooded your veins. You spun onto your back, lying upright against the headboard, and stripped yourself of the used latex.

You clumsily waddled off the bed, looked back at the girls, and spoke, "I'll run a bath and bring back water, okay?" You smiled sheepishly, embarrassment settling back in. Manon nodded lazily while Lara let out a dazed hum in agreement.

After tugging your sweats back onto your body awkwardly with one hand, you made your way to the bathroom first, disposing of the condom underneath paper towels and random tissues before washing your hands.

You took a detour to the kitchen, swinging the fridge door open, grabbing a couple bottles of water, before kicking the door back with your foot.

The walk back was too quiet. Absolutely no sounds left the room you just exited, not even the soft murmurs of talking. But still, you made your way to the bathroom again.

The tiles were cold under your socks, the overhead light humming faintly. You leaned over the tub, turning the knob until warm water began to rush out, the steam fogging the mirror almost immediately. The bottles awkwardly shuffling in your arms. The sound of running water filled the halls, soothing in its normalcy after the chaos of the past hour.

You carried the bottles back carefully, pushing Lara's door open with your shoulder.

But the sight stopped you in your tracks.

Both of them were out.

Manon was curled on her side, her hair spilling over her cheek, one arm draped loosely across the sheets. Lara lay on her back, lips parted, an almost smug calm softening her sharp features. Their chests rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the exhaustion from rehearsals, and everything after...finally dragging them under.

The water in your hands suddenly felt heavier. You set the bottles quietly on the desk, not daring to break the spell of their rest.

For a moment, you just stood there, hoodie hanging loosely from your frame, staring at them. The faint light from the hallway cut across their faces, making them look almost unreal, like you'd wandered into some dream you weren't supposed to see. You really couldn't believe that whatever just happened was real.

You had just fucked two of your bandmates? Surely didn't feel real.

megan never went to parties unless she was absolutely convinced— except manon and lara were overly convincing and she fell victim every single time. 

her arms folded over her chest as she checked the time, “you ready?” she called, waiting for you to finish getting dressed. 

megan would’ve rather stayed at home, maybe watch something and then fall asleep on your lap after but she’d also stupidly swore to show up and now two very tipsy girls were waiting for her. 

you walked down the stairs, the red mini dress hugging every curve as if it was a second skin, it was barely there— the hem was dangerously high and if you lowered in the slightest you’d expose a lot more than just the skin on your legs. 

the neckline hung low, exposing cleavage. the whole dress was made out of fabric so sheer that a simple light could hint at the lacy piece of clothing you wore underneath. 

megan’s breath hitched, “you sure you want to wear that? there’ll be a lot of people and i don’t want you to feel..” 

you cut the girl off with a small peck, “i want to make a good first impression”

oh, right, her friends. 

“you wore that to meet my friends?”

your smile was evident, “jealous?”

megan looked away, keys sliding off the table. 

“you’re mine, don’t forget it.”

you grabbed the coat off the rack, “wasn’t planning on it.”

-

her hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh possessively, eyes on the road but mind entirely focused on everything else. 

of course megan loved to show you off, but in front of her friends.. she wasn’t so sure

the drive was just comfortable silence until she parked, gaze darkening, “just, stay by me. alright?”

“whatever you want” you opened the car door and made your way up the concrete porch steps, door wide open. 

everything hit you all at once, the music pulsing through the walls, bodies grinding up against others to songs that were too slow to be sensual, red cups more visible than the floors. 

you felt megan before you saw her, hand on your ass as she led you to the corner her friends were occupying.

a small smirk crossed your lips, you loved how she was so territorial when she wanted to be. 

manon’s tall frame was leaning back against the wall, drink in hand as she laughed at something lara said— though she was too tipsy to even understand the joke it seemed. 

lara was glowing next to her, a satisfied smile on her lips as she spotted the two of you coming her way, “oh? and who’s this?”

manon licked her lips, “god megan, didn’t know you had it in you to pull someone so… well, i mean, look at her” she purred, eyes raking over your body. 

megan rolled her eyes at their flirty comments, nothing out of the ordinary. 

“y/n. my girlfriend. hands off, manon.” she quickly glanced at lara, “you too,”

except she knew how they were, and she was bracing for their bullshit. 

lara placed a hand onto her hips, manicured fingers looking inviting. “girlfriend? you're upgrading fast, hm?” 

manon held back her smirk— though she was doing a terrible job

“want a drink? or.. something stronger?” 

her eyes wouldn't leave from your dress, or lack of a dress. 

“i wouldn’t mind having one.” 

lara was already mixing something up in the kitchen— vodka, some sprite, maybe something else— you didn’t know. 

but it burned when you downed it all, warming your stomach. 

manon leaned in close— too close— close enough to alarm megan and keep her eyes directly on you and the sly hand near your legs. 

manon’s fingers moved up your thigh teasingly, her touch lingered like a promise, breath tickling your ear as she kept her lips close. 

“your dress is stunning. if megan wasn’t here i would’ve loved to take it off,” 

megan stiffened as she watched, this was what manon did, it was harmless— she didn’t mean it, not really— but it drove megan mad and that’s what manon got a kick out of, driving the poor girl crazy. just because. 

megan’s hand slipped over your waist, squeezing tight. 

“like i said, back off. she's not interested and i know you're trying to get on my nerves, it won’t work this time.” 

except it was working and she was doing a poor job at hiding such simmering jealousy, her face was all red and she was so close to snapping. 

you weren’t sure why it thrilled you. 

making her jealous was wrong, you knew, but you couldn’t help but want to see more of it

“your friends are just playing nice,” you said, voice taunting in the way megan despised because you only used that tone when you were up to no good— and everything about this situation was 'no good'. 

lara joined in, “nice? yea, manon can give you nice.. but if you want something a little more.. exilerating.. i can do wonders,” 

her eyes locked on yours, that challenging look doing nothing but igniting something inside. 

megan was seething, “lara seriously? you have plenty of other girls to flirt with.” she pulled you closer, her lips claiming yours in a not-so-subtle way, making sure they got the hint. 

another round of drinks. 

you weren’t sure what bad decisions were. 

and impulse didn’t exist, you were drunk out of your mind and so was megan. 

you were buzzing, heat pooling between your thighs from all the tension. 

megan’s fingers dug into your skin, “they're doing this on purpose.” she whispered, not knowing you were doing everything on purpose too. 

megan saw it in your smile, “but you like it, don’t you? like seeing me pissed off,” 

“possibly.” you slurred, head laying on her shoulder

“oh you're so in for it tonight,” and she kissed you right there, demanding and hungry— tongue deep to remind everyone who you belonged to 

the two girls raised their brows, “do you guys need a room?” 

megan pulled away— clear smirk displaying on her face. 

as the drinks continued, the flirting ramped up, teasing touches and whispered secrets to never be revealed. 

lara tossed her cup aside, “dance with me? show megan how to move those hips.. she seems a little tense.” 

and with little on your mind from far too many drinks, you nodded eagerly. 

megan on the other hand was seething— she wasn’t sober either but she wasn’t going to let it happen. 

“and we’re leaving.” megan said, cup slamming down on the counter. 

she wrapped her fingers around your wrist, dragging you along out with her— party being left behind as she rushed to the car outdoors. 

a black car waited on the side, windows tinted and lights on. 

megan had ordered the car beforehand— she wasn’t that reckless. 

you couldn’t help yourself, seeing megan so upset. 

so jealous. 

it did something to you. 

“god, i didn’t know they could get you so worked up.” you teased, lips curled upwards. 

“i’m not worked up—” 

“no?” you cut her off, watching her jaw flex

“no,” she replied. short, clipped, she was totally worked up. 

she led you toward the car, both of you tumbling into the backseat. 

“they were eye fucking you all night and you liked it. you're mine to play with, not theirs.” she whispered, keeping her tone stern. 

her hand hiked up your dress, slipping underneath. 

the car pulled out and began to move, bottom lip tucking under your teeth from megan’s words. 

your eyes hit the rear view mirror a couple of times— just to check, just in case. 

her fingers found their way to your thong, completely soaked through. 

“already?” she asked, two fingers rubbing you over the lace. 

“from who?” 

“you,” you uttered out, legs spreading slightly as she circled your clit. 

you knew she was going slow on purpose, making sure you really felt it. 

“good. you better keep quiet now, you don’t want to distract the driver.” she whispered, lips pressing against your ear delicately. 

a shiver ran down your spine, her touch warm against your skin. 

her fingers finally slipped inside— which was anything but delicate, fingers dipping and prodding like she had no choice. 

you stifled a moan, hands holding on to the leather seats, “megan..” you said, voice breathy and barely there. 

her free hand grabbed your jaw, finger sliding down your lips, “shh baby, or i’ll need to stop.” 

she then leaned in closer, her grin visible even in the dimmest of lights 

“you're mine. say it.” her teeth nipped your earlobe, only teasing you further. 

“i’m yours,” you whined against her finger, hips bucking against her other hand to create more friction, eyes fluttering shut. 

the car ran over a speed bump, jolting her hand to hit even harder inside, a soft whimper escaping from your lips. 

“you're a slut, getting off in the back of someone's car. all needy, all mine,” she murmured, loving the way you were reacting to her touch. 

“manon and lara can dream, but you'll always be mine. no one touches you but me.” 

a third finger slipped inside, stretching you out, her palm hitting your clit with every soft rock of the car. 

you were losing it— soft pants, foggy mind, no words. 

the dress was bunched up around your waist, megan’s other hand working to pull down the top. 

she got it low enough to expose your tits, her fingers pinching your nipple

hard enough to make you arch   

“quiet,” she warned, despite her own breathing being unbalanced— short ragged breaths with arousal in the air between you both. 

the driver straightened up, eyes flicking to the mirror quickly “everything alright back there?” 

“fine,” megan answered, shifting enough so that you weren’t exposed. “it’s just been a really long night.” 

her mouth found it’s way back to your ear, “finish for me, go on. show me that you’re only mine.” 

that pushed you over the edge, teeth digging into your bottom lip to shut yourself up, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you pulsed around her fingers  

after a moment she pulled her hand free, bringing it to your lips. 

“clean up your mess, all of it.” she whispered, letting your tongue swirl against her fingers until they were clean, eyes locking on hers   

she pulled her hand away when she was satisfied, helping you adjust your dress— except she wasn’t done. 

you’d gone and played too much for her liking. 

her hand unbuttoned her own jeans, “make me cum before we’re home,”

you hesitated for a second, heart racing at the risk of getting caught.

you slowly moved your fingers down her body until delving into her pants, holding back a smile when you felt her panties, which were just as soaked. 

your fingers slipped inside, pushing almost immediately 

megan hissed under her breath, hips rolling against your fingers, “fuck, yes,” 

you rubbed small circles over her clit with your thumb, “you like that? all your possessive talk got you this wet?” 

“always,” she groaned, her head tilting back against the headrest. 

“fuck me harder, i want to make a mess all over your hand.” 

her breaths were scattered, almost coming in sharp gasps as she tried to be quiet and subtle, “don’t stop.. please.. oh my god, y/n— yes. there, right there.” 

you made sure to hit her spot, feeling her tense and using her other hand to clamp over her own mouth to keep quiet— which she was doing an awful job at. 

her body shook as she came, eyes squeezing shut as she held onto your wrist to keep your hand there for a moment longer. 

you both collapsed against the seats— spent and still wet as the car pulled up to your house. 

megan dragged you out without another word, “inside, now. and i’m not holding back.” 

the door was barely shut before you were shoved against it, dress now ripped off and disregarded completely. 

you gasped as she dropped to her knees, “i’m going to stay here until you scream my name. i’ll remind you that no one else will ever get this, until it’s stuck in your mind.”

her tongue dove inside, lapping at you eagerly and without care— lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked with hungry pulls. 

you tangled your fingers through her hair, pushing her head forward. “megan! yes.. more.” 

she hummed against you, vibrations shooting through you as her two fingers slid in alongside her tongue. 

pumping without rest. 

you cried out, legs buckling as you came undone on her tongue— her eyes watching your every move. 

she quickly stood up, stripping her clothes entirely and leading you to the couch, pushing you back against it. 

megan lowered herself down, straddling your face. “eat me out, show me how badly you need me.” 

and you did. 

you licked eagerly— tongue fucking her until she was riding your face hard, “just like that baby.. just— fuck yes!” she moved against you, your hands securing around her thighs as she continued. 

it didn’t take her long to finish, legs trembling as she shuddered around your mouth. 

“no more flirting,” 

“you ready for me, baby?” lara comes behind you, soft hands settling at the side of your hips. “i know it’s been a while, but i don’t think she’s forgotten about me.” she speaks, moving the strap on to your slick entrance.

“all leaking for me..” lara starts, pushing the head of the strap in your entrance, “inviting me in so nicely.”

lara eased each inch of the strap into you, letting you feel how well she was stretching you out. you whimpered at her words and the stretch, the familiarity of the fullness and lara’s nasty words rolling sweetly off her tongue already began to overwhelm your body.

once the strap was fully nestled inside you, lara held herself there. “that’s right, you feel me, baby? so deep. just how my girl likes it.” lara’s hand moved swiftly to your back, giving it a firm push, deepening your arch as she pulled out, just to buck her hips back into you.

“f-fuck!” you cried out, hands shuffling to grip your already sweaty sheets. “good, s-so good.” you moaned, eyes rolling back to your head.

“yeah?” lara smirked, softly panting. “keep telling me how good this dick is, baby. let mommy know how good she’s fucking you.” lara’s hips snapped against yours, pace already at an imaginable speed.

you had your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. your arms trembled in weakness, trying their hardest to keep you from falling face first into the pillow.

you started throwing your ass back, desperately meeting lara’s thrusts. the sound of sweaty skin slapping together, lara’s light grunts and whimpers when the strap bumped against her hard clit, and your pleading moans filled the room.

“tell me. tell, mommy how deep she is.. let me know, baby.” lara’s words held a desperate tone. craving the praise on how good she’s making you feel.

“so deep, mommy. s-so deep in me.” you words came out shaky. your pussy started uncontrollably clenching around the strap. lara noticed this. she propped her leg up, getting sense of a new angle that would make sure she’s stuffed deep in you.

“is that the spot, baby?” lara spoke, repeatedly fucking the spongy spot that made you cry out. “let me know. talk to me.” lara bent down, her hard nipples pressed against your back as her hand wrapped around your neck. “let me hear you.”

“yes, mommy. don’t stop, please!! i’m soo c-close.” you leaned back into lara’s warmth, as she hammered your pussy. lara’s lips found your neck, sucking harshly and messily at the skin, intending to leave a dark mark.

“missed you so much. mommy missed you, baby.” lara whined, rolling her hips. lara felt her composure slipping, feeling her own orgasm brewing in her stomach.

“i’m so close, mommy. i’m g-gonna cum.” your eyes slammed shut, legs began to shake, body preparing for your orgasm to wash over you.

“yeah, m-me too, baby. i’m almost there, hold out for mommy.” lara’s thrust began sloppy and uncontrolled, eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming pleasure.

“you ready, baby? gonna cum with me, and then i’m going to fuck this pussy all over again.” lara’s filth echoed in the room. you nodded desperately, teetering on the brink of your orgasm approaching, pants becoming quick and short.