#marz

The guilt was sticky, the coil twisting tighter every time your fingers slid deeper.

You’d been trying to calm the ache for days, the desperate, need that made your skin feel too tight whenever Lara laughed or Manon stretched lazily in the living room, in that thin cotton tank top .

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t do this.

But your bed sheets smelled like them.

Their perfume lingered in your room from last night’s movie marathon. The fucking image of Lara leaning over Manon to grab a chip, her hand brushing Manon’s thigh.

Face buried in the pillow, hips rocking against your own hand.

Two fingers pushed into your puffy, swollen cunt, the rhythm getting sloppy, and faster.

The wet sounds were loud. You bit the fabric to stay silent, but a choked whimper escaped as you imagined Lara’s mouth on your neck, Manon’s hands pinning your wrists.

Shit. Shit. This is so wrong.

You were close, your thighs trembled.

A knock.

Your body jerked like you’d been shocked. Fingers slipped out, slick and glistening. You scrambled up, heart racing.

“Hey, it’s me and Manon,” Lara’s voice sounded through the door.

Fuck. Fuck.

You gasped, yanking your panties up. They were soaked. “Why is your door locked?" Manon's voice was closer now, laced with suspicion.

“Um, just changing!” you lied, you frantically scanning the floor for your shorts. Where the fuck did they—

“Shit,” you whispered.

“I literally walk in your room while I’m just in a blanket,” Manon scoffed. “Why is it taking you so long to change?" Lara pressed.

Giving up on finding your shorts, you unlocked the door. The two stood there, Lara with her arms crossed, Manon with one eyebrow arched. Their eyes swept over your half dressed form.

“Took you that long to change but you couldn’t find pants?” Manon smirked, her gaze lingering on your bare thighs.

“Who cares? Just wanted to hang out with our favorite member,” Lara said, she bounced past you, landing on your bed with a soft thump.

Manon followed, crawling over Lara as they dissolved into giggles.

You turned away, closing the door. The sight of Manon on top of Lara, their bodies pressed, made your cunt throb.

You squeezed your thighs together. Lara and Manon shared a look.

“You sure you were just changing in here?” Lara asked, sitting up now.

You sat on the edge of the bed, keeping distance. “What else would I be doing?”

“We don’ know. That’s why we’re asking you,” Manon said. Her movement was sudden. She shifted behind you, her chest pressing against your back. You bit back a moan as her nipple piercings grazed your skin.

It was a sharp, involuntary cut of sound.

Lara heard. She stifled a laugh, but her dark eyes glittered.

The Tamil girl nodded to her friend.

Then Manon’s hands began to move. They traced your shoulders, down your arms, around your ribs. “You seem really tense,” she whispered directly into your ear.

You squeezed your thighs tighter, a pathetic whimper leaked out.

“Aww, look at that, Manon. She likes when you touch her,” Lara purred, moving closer. Her knee brushing yours. Manon giggled, a low sound.

“Yeah? You like it?” Manon kissed your cheek, a soft, testing press.

“Hey, she asked you a question,” Lara said. Her hand came up, gentle but firm, cupping your jaw. “So answer her. Do you like it when she touches you?”

The word was a hushed, broken thing. “Yes.”

“Lay back,” Lara commanded. Manon pulled you, guiding you until you were reclining against her chest, her arms encircling you.

Lara looked down at you like you were prey for her.

She leaned in, her lips parted. You thought she was coming to kiss you. Your breath caught. But she dodged you. Her mouth went to Manon’s.

Manon laughed, Their tongues battled briefly before Manon won. The kiss turned wet, and messy. Their tongues tangled.

Seeing Lara’s hand grip Manon’s hair, seeing Manon’s hips arch into Lara’s thigh, made you wetter. You were dripping.

They broke for air with a gasp. A string of saliva connected their mouths.

“Take off your shirt,” Manon said, her voice rough.

You obeyed. You pulled your shirt over your head, bare now except for your soaked panties.

Lara moaned at the sight of your breasts. “She’s eager, isn’t she?” Manon said, her thumb caressing your cheek. “You gonna let her suck on your pretty, pretty tits?”

You nodded, dumbly.

Lara didn’t wait, her mouth went to your nipple. She kissed, sucked, then bit down with a sharp, perfect pressure.

The pain and pleasure shot through you. You moaned out loud, the sound so needy.

“You sound so cute,” Manon murmured to you. She gently grabbed your face, turning you to her.

Then she kissed you. It was rough but tender at the same time. Her tongue slid into your mouth.

Lara’s hands wandered from your thigh to your clothed pussy.

She dragged her middle finger straight up the damp cotton, pressing hard against your swollen slit.

You moaned again, bucking your hips up into her touch.

“Fuck,” Lara breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Your pussy’s so wet. It’s getting wetter by the second. I can’t imagine how warm and tight it feels on my fingers.”

Manon tilted her head, watching Lara’s eager face. A thought seemed to pop into her head.

“How about we do this,” Manon said, pulling back from your kiss. “You sit right there, and you watch me and Lara? Cause isn’t that what you were doing in the first place?”

You shook your head, a weak denial. “I would never—”

"You don't have to lie, baby," Lara cut in. "We know how much of a pervert you actually are."

“I’m not—” you started.

You stopped yourself.

Manon was taking off her top, she tossed it aside, revealing her own breasts.

She grabbed Lara’s face and they kissed again, deeper than before.

Manon straddled Lara properly, grinding down against Lara’s thigh.

Lara let out a breathy, ragged moan.

You squeezed your legs together, but it was useless. You were burning up just watching.

Manon broke the kiss, panting.

She looked at you, her eyes dark. “You like watching, don’t you?” she asked, not needing an answer.

She turned back to Lara, her hands sliding down Lara’s torso. “You wanna hear her, Lara? You wanna hear how much she likes it?”

Lara grinned. “Yeah.”

Manon’s hand slipped under Lara’s shirt, finding her breast. Lara arched, a sharp gasp leaving her. “Manon,” she moaned, the name a plea.

That was it. The sound of Lara moaning Manon’s name, desperate and wanting, while you sat there, untouched, dripping, it shattered the last bit of your control.

A sob broke from your throat. “Please,” you choked out.

They both turned to you, their movements slowing.

“Please what?” Manon asked, her voice dangerously soft.

The confession spilled out. “Tell me. Tell me how filthy I am. While you… while you share me. Please. Please.”

Lara’s eyes widened, then darkened with pure lust. She looked at Manon, a slow smile spreading. “You heard her,"

Manon's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she slid off Lara, crawling toward you on the bed like a predator stalking its prey.

"Filthy," she murmured, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through your entire body.

"Touching yourself to thoughts of us. So desperate for our attention."

Lara moved behind you, her hands gripping your shoulders. "Such a little pervert," she whispered against your ear, her breath hot. "Getting off to your bandmates. How fucking pathetic."

Your whole body trembled, a mix of shame and arousal so intense it made you dizzy.

"Look at you," Manon said, her fingers tracing your collarbone. "So fucking responsive. I bet you're soaking through those panties right now, aren't you?"

You nodded, unable to form words.

Lara's hands slid down your arms, her nails scraping lightly against your skin. "She is," she confirmed. "I can see how wet she is from here. God, you reek of desperation."

Manon's hand moved lower, hovering just above your breast.

"Should we make her beg more?" she asked Lara, her eyes never leaving yours. "Make her tell us exactly what she wants us to do to her?"

Lara chuckled, the sound dark and promising. "Oh, we're definitely going to make her beg."

"Get on your back," Lara commanded.

You scrambled, lying back against the pillows.

Lara positioned herself beside you, her eyes dark with hunger as she looked down at your half naked form.

Manon moved to straddle your face, her thighs bracketing your head.

She looked down at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "You wanted this, didn't you?" she murmured, reaching down to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

You could only nod, your breath catching in your throat as she slowly peeled them down, revealing her glistening folds.

"Open up," Manon ordered, and you obeyed without hesitation.

As she lowered herself onto your waiting mouth, Lara's hand slid between your legs. "Fuck," she breathed as her fingers made contact with your soaked panties. "You're absolutely drenched."

You moaned against Manon's pussy as Lara pushed the fabric aside, her fingers sliding through your slick folds. "Such a dirty girl," Lara taunted, circling your clit with her thumb. "Getting this wet just from watching us."

Manon rolled her hips, grinding against your tongue.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that. Show me how much you wanted this."

Lara slid two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit that spot that made your whole body tremble.

You cried out, the sound muffled by Manon's pussy as she pressed down harder against your mouth.

"You're so fucking tight," Lara marveled, pumping her fingers in and out of you. "I can feel you clenching around me. You like this, don't you? Being used by both of us at once?"

Manon reached down, tangling her fingers in your hair. "Answer her," she demanded, pulling just enough to make you gasp.

"Yes," you managed to moan, the word barely coherent as Lara added a third finger, stretching you deliciously.

"Good girl," Manon praised, her hips bucking as your tongue found her clit. "Just like that. Make me come all over that pretty face."

Lara's thumb pressed harder against your clit as she continued to fuck you with her fingers. "Come for us first," she countered, her voice a low growl.

"I want to feel you squeezing my fingers when you fall apart."

The dual sensations were overwhelming.

Manon's taste on your tongue, her thighs trembling against your cheeks, Lara's fingers pumping relentlessly inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

"Please," you begged, the word muffled by Manon's pussy. "Please let me come."

Lara laughed, a dark, delicious sound. "Beg harder."

"Please," you sobbed against Manon's slick heat, the word broken and desperate. "Please, I need to come. I'll do anything, just please let me come."

Lara's fingers stilled inside you, and you whined at the loss of movement. "Anything?" she challenged, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine. "You'll be our little plaything? Our dirty secret to use whenever we want?"

Manon tightened her grip in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to meet your eyes. "You'll be our good little slut, ready to please us no matter what?"

"Yes," you gasped, tears of frustration and need leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Yes, anything. Please, just let me come."

A satisfied smirk spread across Lara's face as she resumed her movements, her fingers pumping into you with renewed vigor.

"Good answer," she praised, her thumb circling your clit with maddening precision.

Manon lowered herself back onto your mouth, her hips grinding in a rhythm that matched Lara's thrusts.

"Then make me come," she demanded. "Make me come while Lara makes you fall apart."

Lara's fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes, while her thumb worked your clit relentlessly.

You redoubled your efforts on Manon, your tongue flicking and circling her clit, your lips sucking and nipping at her sensitive folds.

Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling against your cheeks as she approached her own release.

"That's it," Manon praised, her voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that. Fuck, you're good at this."

Lara leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "All spread out and desperate, taking my fingers while you eat out our girl."

The praise, combined with the relentless stimulation, sent you spiraling toward the edge.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Come for us pretty girl," Lara said softly in your ear.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, intense and overwhelming.

You cried out against Manon's pussy as your walls clenched around Lara's fingers, your whole body shaking with the force of your release.

As you rode out the waves of pleasure, Manon's movements became more frantic.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking wildly. "Just like that. Don't stop."

You continued to work your tongue against her, determined to push her over the edge.

With a final cry, Manon came, her juices flooding your mouth as her body trembled with release.

She collapsed beside you, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Lara slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips and tasting your arousal with a satisfied smirk.

"Look at you," she murmured, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "All fucked out and covered in our girl's cum. You look perfect."

Manon leaned down and kissed you, tasting herself on your lips. "We have one more surprise for you," she whispered against your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Lara approaching, a pink, glittery strap on harnessed around her hips.

Manon pulled you against her warm chest, the cold metal of her nipple piercings making you shiver.

Without warning, Lara pressed the tip of the toy against your entrance, and you moaned loudly from the overstimulation.

"Barely even put the whole thing in you," Lara teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

Manon giggled, then Lara thrust forward, burying the toy deep inside you.

The stretch was intense, your walls accommodating the girth as she bottomed out.

"Fuck, so tight," Lara groaned, beginning to move in slow, deliberate strokes.

Manon's fingers found your nipples, rolling and pinching them as Lara pushed your legs against your chest, opening you up completely.

"Manon, keep talking," Lara panted, her hips picking up speed. "It makes her wetter."

Manon leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Aww, is that true?" she murmured. "You like my voice that much?"

You whimpered louder, your body responding instantly to her words, your cunt growing impossibly wetter around the toy.

"Look at that," Manon chuckled, her fingers still toying with your nipples. "She really does like it. The filthier I talk, the wetter she gets."

Lara laughed, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper. "Such a dirty girl," she grunted.

"Getting off on our voices while I fuck you with this pretty pink cock."

"You love this, don't you?" Manon continued, her voice a low purr against your ear.

"Being used by both of us, stretched open and helpless while we do whatever we want with your body."

Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking to meet Lara's thrusts as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.

"Please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

"Please what?" Manon teased, her teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Please fuck you harder? Please talk dirtier? Please make you come all over Lara's cock?"

"All of it," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "Please, all of it."

Lara's hips snapped forward, burying the glittery pink cock to the hilt with a force that stole your breath.

"Since you asked so nicely," she grunted, setting a rhythm that made your whole body shake with each thrust.

Manon's laugh was dark and beautiful against your ear. "Such an eager little thing. Look at you, taking all of Lara's cock while I play with these perfect nipples."

She pinched harder, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed. "You love this, don't you?"

Your only response was a broken moan as Lara angled her hips, the toy dragging against your sensitive walls with every withdrawal.

"Answer her," Lara demanded, her hand slapping lightly against your thigh. "Tell Manon how much you love this."

"I—I love it," you stammered, your voice ragged. "I love being used by you both."

"Good girl," Manon praised, her fingers releasing your nipples to trail down your stomach. "You're so fucking responsive. Every little touch makes you jump."

Lara's hands tightened on your legs, pushing them impossibly wider as she drove into you harder. "I can feel you getting wetter," she groaned. "You're soaking my fucking thighs."

Manon's fingers found your clit, circling it with maddening precision. "Look at that," she murmured.

"So swollen and desperate. You want to come again, don't you? You want to come all over Lara's cock while I play with this pretty little clit?"

You could only nod, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as pleasure coiled tight in your belly.

"Use your words," Lara commanded, her thrusts becoming erratic as she approached her own release. "Tell us what you want."

"Please," you begged, tears streaming down your face. "Please let me come. I need to come so bad."

Manon leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. "Then come for us," she whispered. "Come all over Lara's cock while I watch."

The combination of Lara's thrusts and Manon's skilled fingers was too much.

With a cry, you came, your walls clamping down around the toy.

Lara followed moments later, her hips stuttering as she buried the toy deep inside you, her own release shuddering through her body

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing.

Manon gently withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips and tasting your arousal with a satisfied smirk.

"Perfect," she murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly. "Absolutely perfect."

the interview had been going on for maybe twenty minutes, and somehow, none of you were managing to stay serious anymore. the host had just asked a question about “group dynamics” — which, honestly, was the worst possible topic to bring up when you, manon, and lara were sitting next to each other.

lara was on your left, her knee pressed lightly against yours. manon was on your right, her hand draped casually over the back of your chair like she’d claimed you since the start. sophia was sitting at the far end, clearly seconds away from giving up on pretending everything was normal.

“who’s the most talkative in the group?” the interviewer asked, smiling at the chaos starting to build.

before anyone else could answer, lara turned toward you, her voice lilting and soft. “definitely you,” she said, pointing at you with that teasing little grin. “you never stop talking to me during interviews.”

you laughed, leaning forward to defend yourself, but manon cut in, eyes glinting. “that’s because you never stop staring at her. of course she talks back.”

the room erupted — sophia groaned, megan dropped her cue cards in fake frustration, and daniela smacked manon’s arm with the back of her hand.

“see? this is exactly what i mean,” sophia muttered, trying not to laugh. “they start and then the rest of us can’t even focus.”

lara just shrugged, pretending innocence. “what? i’m just answering honestly.”

you turned your head toward her, whispering, “honestly, huh?” and she gave you that slow, lazy smile that made your stomach flip.

the interviewer, clearly amused, decided to lean into it. “so there’s… a lot of bonding between you three?”

manon chuckled lowly, leaning forward, her accent curling around her words. “we’re very… connected.” she shot you a look that made sophia put her head in her hands.

lara tilted her head, playing along. “yeah, sometimes maybe too connected. i can’t even text without these two replying in the same second.”

“it’s called teamwork,” you said with a smirk, resting your chin in your hand. “we’re efficient.”

the interviewer laughed. “efficient. i like that. okay, let’s see… who’s the most competitive?”

megan immediately pointed at you. “her. definitely her. she doesn’t even let us win at board games.”

“that’s not true,” you protested.

“it’s so true,” lara said, nudging you with her shoulder. “you take it personally when you lose.”

you raised a brow at her. “like you don’t?”

lara smiled, leaning closer, her voice dropping just enough for you to feel it. “i only care about winning when it’s you i’m competing with.”

you froze for a half-second — and of course, manon noticed immediately. she laughed, that soft, knowing sound that made your heart race.

“wow, the tension over here is insane,” daniela said, fanning herself dramatically.

sophia, without even looking up, said, “this is why we can’t have joint interviews.”

“no, this is why we should have them,” megan argued, laughing. “the fans love this kind of chaos.”

lara and manon exchanged a glance, then both looked at you — the kind of synchronized move that didn’t help your case at all.

you tried to act unbothered, smiling at the interviewer. “see? totally normal group dynamic.”

“totally,” manon said, resting her chin on her hand and giving you that look — soft but sharp around the edges, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

lara added, “we’re just really close.”

the interviewer grinned. “i can see that.”

the next question was supposed to be about upcoming projects, but no one could focus anymore. yoonchae, who had been quiet most of the time, finally spoke up in her sweet, exasperated tone. “can we talk about something else before they start flirting again?”

“again?” lara gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “we would never.”

“oh please,” sophia muttered. “you three were literally giving each other eyes when we were doing introductions.”

“no, that was just eye contact,” you said, trying to sound innocent — but manon’s hand brushed against your thigh under the table, and you instantly lost it, choking back a laugh.

lara saw it and bit her lip to keep from smiling too hard. the corners of her mouth twitched, and she whispered, “you’re so bad at hiding things.”

“so are you,” you shot back quietly.

the camera guy zoomed in just as lara winked at you, which made the entire crew burst into laughter.

“and that’s the clip that’s going viral,” megan said flatly, pointing at the camera. “you just know it.”

the interviewer shook their head, still smiling. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen a group this entertaining.”

lara leaned back, smirking. “we aim to please.”

“yeah,” manon murmured, eyes flicking to you again. “especially her.”

you turned your head toward her, half-laughing, half-flustered. “you’re impossible.”

“but you love it,” she said, and the way she said it made lara glance between you two with an amused grin.

“i think this interview’s over,” sophia announced, pretending to stand up.

“nooo,” you protested, tugging her sleeve dramatically. “don’t leave, we’re just getting started!”

“that’s what i’m afraid of,” she muttered, though she was smiling now.

the interviewer laughed one last time, thanking everyone and wrapping things up, but you barely heard it — because lara’s hand brushed yours again under the table, and manon’s fingers found the back of your chair, her thumb tracing slow circles.