#marzphia

“we decided to surprise the fans.” lara smiled awkwardly, trying to relax.

manon couldn’t utter a word.

sophia replaced her confused expression with a smile. “good rehearsal! i’m sure they’ll love it. don’t forget the van picking us up will be outside the hotel at 10:00!” she said this, taking two steps back and closing the door as quickly as possible.

—

she locked her bedroom door and slid her hand straight over her sweatpants. unsurprisingly, her cock hurt and was visibly straining against the fabric. sophia debated for a few seconds whether to take care of it right away or just take a long shower until it was time to go downstairs. unfortunately, a sharp throb from between her legs made the choice for her, this wasn’t the time for a shower, but for the most intense, wrong, and delicious jerk-off session of her life.

well, maybe not so wrong. after all, she and manon had already hooked up multiple times since the start of that year. and it wasn’t like she hadn’t let lara suck her dick at their private party to launch their second ep. the next day, they’d both silently agreed to never mention it again, since neither of them had been in their right mind that night. (not just them, sophia was pretty sure she saw daniela dancing and getting way too close to megan in a not-so-hidden corner.)

moving toward the bed, sophia freed her cock from her pants and wrapped her hand around it, memories flashing through her mind hat she’d seen just minutes ago, and moments she’d shared with each of them before.

the perfect arch of manon’s spine, the curve of her hips under lara’s firm brown hands, curly strands stuck to her sweaty neck, the flush rising from chest to face on her skin.

“fuck” the word slipped out in a rough whisper, a sigh of surrender.

the ache in her cock was a persistent and pulsing presence, a brutal physical demand that drowned out every thought except the impure ones that haunted her mind right now. without thinking, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down in one rough, desperate movement. and no, sophia didn’t like wearing boxers to sleep.

she wasn’t gentle with herself. her hand closed around the length with possessive urgency, her thumb circling the wet tip, a replica of the move she imagined lara using on manon. the first moan came out in a muffled sound, still in resistance.

she closed her eyes, trying to push the images away, but it only made them sharper, more vivid. now she could hear it: manon’s ragged breaths broken by a sharp gasp, the wet, obscene sound of skin on skin, lara’s low, dirty whisper that made sophia’s stomach twist with desire.

her hand slid down to the base and back up in a relentless, rhythmic cadence. she remembered the feel of manon’s fingers, strong and long, moving exactly like this. and lara’s full, skilled lips taking her in with a hunger that bordered on violence, the way she’d made sophia forget everything but her name.

honestly, sophia never imagined she’d end up like this with her bandmates. she never thought her 22nd birthday gift would be fucking manon. never, in her wildest dreams, did she think that a soju drunk lara would pull her into a corner without a word and go down on her until she choked. she didn’t even know lara was into that specific thing, and she and the girls had several casual conversations about kinks before. but here she was, in her hotel room, getting off after catching those two girls who’d turned her mind upside down, rehearsing god-knows-what for their performance later.

now, replaying the earlier scene with wicked precision, she pictured herself taking manon from behind while lara went down on her. or even better, manon could ride cock while lara ground against her face, stealing her breath. she wouldn’t mind dying that way at all. thinking about it, sophia moaned louder, squeezing her member even tighter.

she needed more.

damn it, she didn’t want to do this, but it would have to do.

sophia knelt on the bed and folded her pillow in half. her face flushed even hotter, but she needed something that felt like fucking manon’s pussy or lara’s mouth. so, throwing her last shred of dignity away, she stuck her cock between the folds of the pillow and started fucking it.

“holy shit… so good” sophia groaned, fucking the poor pillow without mercy.

eyes shut, mind open, she remembered the second time she and manon had sex. manon made sophia fuck her standing up, while pressing her against the wall.

her hands gripped the pillow, remembering exactly how she did it.

she didn’t have much experience, and the only time before manon, it had been too fast. but it felt so good seeing manon completely surrender to her but still maintain her dominant position.

her cock ached more intensely now. she was close. then her mind jumped to the night lara blew her. both of them sweaty from dancing, lara pushing her into a hidden corner, pulling down her pants and boxers in one single move.

“fuck…” sophia lost control. her hips moved on their own, frantic and fast. she needed to come.

she shifted, lying flat over the pillow, with her face buried in the mattress, fucking into that tight fold of fabric as hard and fast as she could.

the heat of friction against the rough cotton fabric was a poor imitation, but it was enough for now. the pillow was already damp with her precum, and every shift of her hips made a quiet, desperate sound that echoed in the silent room.

“ah, fuck… fuck fuck fuck…” the groans escaped through gritted teeth, her face buried in the mattress.

her mind flashed back to the sound manon used to make. that short, ragged gasp near her ear. she remembered the feel of lara’s hands, firm on her hips, controlling the rhythm.

her abdominal muscles clenched violently. a shudder raced up her legs, climbed her spine, and exploded in her head in a blinding strong wave. her mind went blank. a long, ragged moan was swallowed by the mattress as her body arched, rigid and her fingers dug into the pillowcase with enough force to almost rip it. each pulse was a mix of relief and frustration, because she would rather be cumming in manon and lara.

for a long moment, she lay still, panting, as reality slowly seeped back into her senses. the smell of the room. the sticky, damp feeling against her skin. the rough texture of the fabric beneath her sweaty body.

gradually, the trembling subsided and her breathing evened out. she rolled over, freeing the pillow, now crumpled, stained, and dripping with her semen. she took a look and was surprised to see how much she had released. she always came a lot, something manon had pointed out once when they had a quickie between rehearsals and ended up coming back late because it took so long to clean up. sophia draped an arm over her eyes and let out a deep and weary sigh.

“shit” she muttered.

that was nothing compared to what she really wanted. but it seems like lara and manon were probably getting serious, and sophia was just a bit of fun for them. not that she minded being used. her dirty mind and, well, her other head really wished she could’ve had a taste of both at the same time. her hookups with manon had stopped after gnarly’s release, and a month later she’d had that thing with lara. and now, with the two of them probably head over heels for each other, of course they wouldn’t be calling her anymore.

she finally pushed herself up from the bed, avoiding looking at the mess she had made. after a shower that lasted at least an hour and a half, sophia tidied up the room as best she could and removed the bedding, leaving everything in a corner along with a generous tip for whoever was going to clean up there.

—

god bless the cunty girls

(sophia’s phone)

straightron 2000: omg sophia actually just k* herslf for real

kiddo chip: what.

emo cherrie: its like almost 10 and shes not here kicking our asses

straightron 2000: i mean...

hottie unicorn: thus is lowqey our fauylt

hottie unicorn: me and msnon were planning sumn for mia outro

palangga: and she caught us

palangga: shes prob so traumatized rn

kiddo chip: oh… she caught you doing that lesbian thing u told me abt?

straightron 2000: BRUH WTFF

emo cherrie: geez 💀

emo cherrie: u literally killed our leader

kiddo chip: we’re so fucked for these interviews istg

palangga: YOONCHAE???????

palangga: STOP CURSING

hottie unicorn: aw shes already cursing like us :( so proud

emo cherrie: we did good larz

kiddo chip: welp it was nice while it lasted ig

star princess: damn

straightron 2000: THANK GOD

palangga: PHIA

star princess: yall bring your dramatic asses to the van rn

star princess: and yes im traumatized as hell

star princess: lowkey considered kms so baddd

—

she laughed as she left the room with her bags, heading to wait for the girls in the van.

sophia didn’t lie. she really was traumatized and had thoughts about killing herself while grinding her greedy cock into that pillow.

since that damn lollapalooza in chicago, sophia hadn’t had a single day of peace. why did she have to care so much about her bandmates? why did she walk into manon's room without knocking first? oh, right, because she thought manon was asleep and just wanted to surprise her. she was going to do the same for everyone (obviously manon's surprise would be different) except for yoonchae, who was as disciplined as she was when it came to waking up early.

but what a surprise sophia got when she opened manon’s bedroom door to find her in a suggestive position with lara.

_

when she came across that scene, sophia didn’t quite understand what was happening right in front of her. manon and lara were in the same situation, both blushing because they had been caught in that position. all this while m.i.a. played on one of their phones.

“we decided to surprise the fans” lara smiled awkwardly, trying to relax.

manon couldn’t utter a word.

sophia replaced her confused expression with a smile. “good rehearsal! i’m sure they’ll love it. don't forget the van picking us up will be outside the hotel at 10:00!” she said this, taking two steps back and closing the door as quickly as possible.

_

sophia shuddered as she sat on the sofa at home, remembering that day. they had just finished the beautiful chaos tour, and at every show, without exception, she had stood there like an idiot, watching the moment everyone had been waiting for. at this point, it was her favorite moment, too. there was no reason to deny it.

she stretched out and lay down on the sofa, enjoying one of the rare moments of silence she had there. the other girls had gone out with family and friends, and she had obviously been invited, but she declined on the grounds that she wasn't feeling well enough to go out, which wasn’t entirely a lie, but the truth was that she was just exhausted from all the interaction in recent months and wanted to enjoy her own company.

she was, by definition, in a state of perfect laziness. she was wearing loose, soft gray sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt with a wicked print that she had received from a fan during the tour, which was surprisingly comfortable. after ordering food and watching at least two silly movies, boredom took over sophia. she refused to even think about her phone because she was serious about reducing her screen time, and she needed to help yoonchae with this situation. that girl spent too much time on it.

finally, sophia decided to close her eyes in an attempt to meditate and relax her mind and body after this long period of concerts. she sat on the large sofa with her legs crossed and hands resting on her knees.

inhale.

exhale.

inhale.

exhale.

and she tried. by god and any other divine being that exists, she swears she tried.

but unfortunately, her thoughts weren’t on her side at that moment, because she couldn't stop thinking about lara and manon. a slight tremor ran through her cock, a slow and lazy awakening against her thigh. sophia rolled her eyes to the ceiling, a half-smile of defeat on her lips. she pondered for a moment. they had all gone out, and since she knew they would get drunk, they wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon.

yeah, it’s going to be right there.

“fuck it” she muttered to herself, her hand already running over her flat stomach, under the loose elastic of her shorts.

she wrapped her fingers around it and set it free. sophia was in no hurry. there was no rush. the outside world could wait. lara and manon were miles away.

sophia sank deeper into the sofa, spreading her legs and resting the elbow of her other hand on the arm of the couch. for a long moment, the touch was just that: caressing and feeling the volume slowly grow in her hand. she closed her eyes and remembered months before. the warmth of lara's mouth. the tightness of manon's body. the muffled, real sound of their moans.

a long, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. her fingers began to move in a slow, deep pumping motion from the base to the already wet head. she rubbed her thumb in a circular motion along the slit, making her abdominal muscles contract.

“manon...” the whisper was barely audible.

she continued moving her hand up and down her cock, gradually increasing the speed, while filling her imagination with images of manon and lara. some of the images came from memories, and some she created herself. she wondered what lara's pussy was like since she had only had the opportunity to fuck her mouth. was it as tight and greedy as manon’s?

sophia gasped at the thought. instinctively, she squeezed her cock tightly with her working hand and began to move her hips upward, thinking about lara.

“damn...” the curse escaped her lips like a plead. she needed these women so badly.

she felt pleasure begin to build and the familiar tension form at the base of her spine. but not today. today, she had time. with an immense effort of will, she slowed down dramatically, nearly stopping, and just caressed the side of her member with her fingertips. the wave of pleasure receded, leaving behind tingling and sweet frustration.

she let out a small, muffled laugh. it had been a long time since she had played like this. without delay, she started moving again, a little faster this time, imagining manon on her knees in front of her on the light carpet in that same room. when the pressure grew stronger again, she stopped completely. she removed her hand from inside her shorts, took a deep breath, and kept her eyes closed while her body trembled slightly.

the minutes dragged on in a hypnotic cycle of ecstasy and restraint. her previously restrained moans began to fill the silence of the apartment. she lost herself in the ritual, in the feeling of delaying her own satisfaction and playing with her limits.

“lara... damn it, manon, yeah. that’s it, right there...” she moaned, her voice louder and hoarse with prolonged pleasure. her legs were spread wide, her shorts pushed down far enough to expose her erect, throbbing cock completely, dripping with lubrication.

this time, her hand sped up and her hips moved. her moans were impossible to contain. but it didn’t matter, did it? no one was there but her and the horniness she felt every time she heard the names lara and manon.

her cock throbbed with pain and pleasure; she wouldn’t be able to stop again. her breathing became heavier, and her hip movements became more erratic. tears began to fall from her eyes.

“i’m coming... manon, lara, fuck, i’m-!” she screamed, her voice dominating the room.

it was the perfect moment. at the height of her own pleasure, as explosive contractions began to run through her body, her semen spurted in thick, hot arcs onto her own belly and the shirt she hadn't taken off. sophia didn't stop pumping her cock, she continued even after she had drained all the cum he had accumulated. a shock ran through her whole body. she was extremely sensitive and couldn’t stop. it felt so good. so fucking good.

“fuck... ugh” she almost cried from how delightful it was to feel her cock, still hard and overstimulated. she wanted so badly for it to be inside manon and lara’s pussy, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

however, a few steps away from the sofa, between the armchair and the bookcase, were lara and manon. they had both arrived home a few minutes earlier, just in time to hear sophia moan their names before she ejaculated all over herself.

manon was the first to speak. her voice, always so controlled, came out sounding a little hoarse and mocking.