g p!manon. cheater!manon. oblivious!manon. ex!manon. pussy eating. p in v. regretful!manon. lustful!y/n. hung!manon. slight angst. not proofread.
six months. it’s been six months since you’ve had any type of intimacy. and its that’s time of the month, ovulation. you feel like a werewolf during a full moon.
you and manon have been split for these past six months. you just got tired of her being so unfaithful to you. it was something new every week with her, and you finally just had enough of it.
but these past few weeks have been brutal. the rose isn’t doing it for you no more. you wanted something else, something real.
but unlike manon, you weren’t the type to just go out and fuck anyone you made eye contact with.
you didn’t want to catch another meaningless body. you sat in thought for a few, were you really about to break no contact just to have sex. manon doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you but you were feigning for some play.
you felt yourself start to get flustered thinking of how manon used to fuck you. then you got mad, thinking of all the other girls she may have fucked as good as you.. maybe even better.
you said fuck it and went to your blocked caller list to send her a message. ‘let me do this now before i change my mind’. you said to yourself as you started typing your message.
“hey it’s y/n. can i come over.”
when manon received your message her heart dropped. she stared at the message for a while, very confused is this was real or if she was dreaming or seeing things. when she clicked the message her eyes lit up. she missed you. she missed what you had. she didn’t realize what she had with you until it wasn’t there no more. she quickly realized that the girls she pursued just wanted her for one thing. and after a while, she missed just being loved without the sex.
her finger nails clacked across her phone, eager to respond.
“hey, yeah of course y/n.”
you were putting on clothes as you heard the text from manon. you already knew how easy she was so you didn’t even have to see if she said yes or no. you were already out the door.
you had basketball shorts on, no underwear. pussy freshly shaved, you were on a mission. here for one thing and ONE thing only.
when you pulled up to her place, you were hit with so many new emotions. you knew you probably shouldn’t have been here but, your judgment was so clouded by how bad you just wanted to be fucked.
you knocked on the door once, manon was already waiting to open the door. “y/n… baby you look beautiful.” manon’s eyes were soft, full of regret, she genuinely forgot how beautiful you were.
you have her a half smile and walked inside. “damn, i don’t get a hug or anything?” she closes her door and walked up before you. “you know how long it’s been since ive been able to just smell you.. look at you..”
“well who’s fault is that.” you snapped. but you quickly realized why you came over here. not to remind manon of the unfaithful piece of shit that she is, because she should already know that.
you stepped up to manon and started rubbing on her arms. “all is well now though.. im not mad anymore.” you looked up at manon, hunger filling in your eyes.
“you’re not?” manon confused by your sudden actions, not knowing how she should feel. you shook your head, “no.. i actually missed….you.” your eyes diverted down to her dick, but she didn’t catch that however. she was just so excited to hear those words come out of her mouth.
manon’s fingers were deep inside of you. knuckles deep. her tongue flicking against your clit as your fingers tangle in her hair. fuck you forgot how good manon is at eating pussy. she definitely was an eater.
manon hummed against your pussy, her fingers quickening in pace as she sucks roughly onto your clit. you scream out as you feel your high approaching. “come on baby, let it on out..” manon encouraged, looking deep into your eyes, “god your so pretty.”
you grippped the sheets beside you as you squirted all over her fingers. “there you go ..” manon whispered as she helped you ride your high out.
you dragged your foot down manon’s already hard cock. “you want it baby?” she smirked in question. you slowly nodded, lip in between your lip as manon slowly pulled her dick out. tip already leaking. “fuck, looks like it wants you too baby.”
manon positioned herself and slid right into you. “like i never left..” her hands attached to your hips as she started thrusting inside of you. immediately moaning out, “god this pussy feels so good.” her mouth hung.
you close your eyes at the familiar feeling. manon felt so good inside of you. this is exactly what you’ve been needing. “fuck~ oh yes manon.” your head was leaned back onto the pillows, tears flowing out the corners of your eyes. pure euphoria.
“you missed this dick huh baby.” her thrusts slowed. they were long and slow, you could feel everything. your mouth gaped opened at this incredible feeling. “yes. so so so much.” and you really did. you missed the dick. but manon? not so much.
“fuck baby I missed you so much. I think about you everyday day.” her thrusts sped back up, her fingers pressing into your waist. she flipped you into doggy, hand slithering around your neck. bringing you up to her. “this pussy is still so fucking good. just how i remember.” she bit the inside of your neck.
“i missed this so much baby you don’t understand y/n. i missed you.” manon admitted. but all of that went in one ear and out the other. you weren’t going to let her reel you in again. not this time. but honestly, the dick is amazing and you genuinely don’t think anyone could make you feel as good as this and you kind of hated that.
“fuck manon, imcummingimcummingfuckfuckfuck” you whined as you let your load out all over manon’s dick. manon thrusted into you a few more times before letting her load out right on top of your plump ass. she gave your ass a nice slap before plopping down beside you.
you looked at her, she was already looking at you. “I really missed you y/n.” you raised your eyebrows and sighed as you hopped out of manon’s bed. you quickly found your clothes and started putting them on.
“what’s the rush? it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before.” she laughed, still completely oblivious. you grabbed your keys and phone and twisted the doorknob. “wait.. where are you going?” she sat up, with an confused expression.
“home…”
“home?why? why aren’t you staying?” manon was now standing up. you shrugged and took a look at manon. “i was horny. and you fuck good.” manon looked offended by your words. “hey. you couldn’t get enough of fucking other butches while we were together. so why not use you like a cum rag like everyone else, yeah?” you blinked.
manon’s eyes started to well tears. you felt bad for a second but then you remembered how bad she made you feel all these years. “thanks for the dick. good as always. good bye manon.”
you closed the door, leaving a crying and naked manon standing at the door. not believing what just went down. a part of her knew she deserved it but another part of her her secretly hated feeling like she was just dick to you.
and maybe that’s all she ever will be now.
REQUEST OPENNN! lol sorry this is late i took a nap and watched love island.
sumarry. After leaving Switzerland to pursue a bigger opportunity, Manon joins the Gold Stars volleyball club, convinced she's starting from scratch. But from the very first day, she catches everyone's attention.
Especially yours.
As team captain and the face of the club, you've spent years earning your place — and you're not about to let some rookie come in and take it from you.
What starts as a simple discomfort soon turns into a constant competition. Tense practices, stolen points, and matches where neither of you is willing to let the other shine brighter.
The more you try to outdo each other, the harder it becomes to ignore one another.
But by the end of the season, maybe losing your spot ends up being the least of your concerns.
pairings: maddy perez x female reader [implied black!reader]
warnings: substance use; sexual themes
summary: blunts got you feeling something new for your best friend
you were lying on your stomach on her white rug, legs kicked up behind you, chin propped in your hands.
maddy was lying across her bed on her back, holding the blunt between her fingers up to the light above her.
"this is such good shit," she said after what felt like a long beat of silence, her voice lazy. "fez got it from some guy who grows it in his garage. apparently he plays music to the plants."
you snorted. "that's not real."
"it is so real, you bitch." she brought the blunt between her lips and inhaled. she held it, her cheeks hollowing, before she blew it out. "the plants like music. that's like science."
"that's not science." you said laughing.
"it is. just let it go." she passed the blunt down to you, her fingers brushing yours as you took it. "you're just mad you didn't think of it first. you could be growing your damn houseplants right now, building an army."
"I don't have houseplants."
"that's cause you kill everything you touch," she said, her voice soft and teasing. she rolled onto her side, cradling her head in her hand, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. "like a cunty tornado."
you chuckled, taking another hit. "that's the weed talkin'."
"what do you mean? that's all me. the weeds just making me brave enough to say it." she smiled. "mm y'know what I think?"
"you're gonna tell me regardless." you sighed.
"I think," she continued, ignoring you, "that we've been friends for what..?like two years?"
"hm, a lil longer but yea."
"two years," she pointed, like you were wrong or something. "right, we've done everything together. parties, drugs, crying in bathrooms,showering together, that week where we only ate a bunch of random junk food—"
"that was your idea."
"—yet," she said, raising up on her bed, "how come we've never kissed?"
you exhaled, laughing in the middle of taking another hit. "what?"
"think about it." she sat cross-legged now, her tank top strap slipping off her shoulder. she didn't fix it. "real friends kiss. you've made out with rue AND lexi. how do I know we're really friends if we've never even pecked?"
you stared at her. the weed was making her look extremely attractive in this light. "that's not a thing."
"it is so a thing." she leaned forward. "we could've been kissing all this time. you can't fake a good kiss. it's proof."
"proof of what?"
"proof that you actually like me." you laughed, coughing as smoke filled your lungs.
"maddy, I drove 40 minutes to bring you soup when you had that stomach thing last month. I let you borrow my favorite jacket, which your ass never gave back. and I sat through three miserable hours of you explaining why some eyeshadow palette was worth 80 dollars. I obviously like you."
"but you've never kissed me," she said. there was something in her voice. something you couldn't explain. she tilted her head making her hair spill over her shoulders. "maybe you're just pretending. maybe this whole thing is a long con. maybe you're just waiting to steal my identity, my whole face and person."
"I'm black."
"i'm curious." she held out her hand, palm up, waiting for you. "one kiss. just to verify. how do I know you're not a hologram?"
you took another drag, considering her offer. "you're serious," you said.
"I'm always serious about kissing." she bit her lip. "c'mon. just a peck. we'll laugh about it."
you looked at the blunt in your hand, then back at her. this shit had to be playing tricks on you. but she was watching you with those eyes, how could you say no.
"fine," you said. "this is stupid."
you pushed up from her rug, crawling onto her bed next to her. maddy sat up straighter, on her knees, waiting. you pushed yourself in front of her, blunt held steady between your fingers, and leaned in. she smelled like vanilla and weed. her lips were slightly parted, waiting for you.
you closed the distance, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. it only lasted about a second. you settled back, bringing the blunt back to your lips like nothing happened.
"there. proof of friendship." maddy giggled. it started small but then grew to a full blown laugh that made her fall back onto her pillows.
"that," she said, "was the most pathetic kiss I have ever received in my life."
"excuse me?"
"you're such a bitch. what? do you not like me anymore?" she sat up again, crawling toward you on her knees, her shorts riding up her thighs.
you started to laugh too. "you said a peck!"
"I said a peck. not whatever that was." she was close again. she reached out, her hands finding your waist. "if you're gonna kiss me, actually kiss me. otherwise, what the hell is the point?"
"maddy..."
"don't 'maddy' me." her thumbs were rubbing small circles on your sides. "I'm just asking for a real kiss. one that counts. is that so scary?"
it absolutely was. but the weed has softened your edges, and her hands were so warm.
"fine," you whispered.
"fine," she repeated, already leaning in. this time you let her press her mouth to yours, and you kissed her back. really kissed her. she made a small sound, encouraging, and you deepened it, your hands finding her waist to pull her closer.
it was better than you imagined. she kissed like she did everything. she was confident and sure. her tongue brushed yours, insistent. you finally broke apart.
she laughed again, but it was different. "see?" she said, her forehead pressed against yours. "that was a kiss. that was proof"
"proof?" you asked, your voice rough.
"proof you like me." she pulled back to meet your eyes, a smile on her face.
"told ya"
"you ain't tell me shit." you rolled your eyes, smiling softly.
"I implied it." she kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. "I implied a lot of things." she kissed your cheek. "like how you should probably do that again."
your hands were on her waist. you let them slide up and she arched into you. "you're so soft," you murmured.
"I moisturize," she whispered against your cheek, feeling her smile. "you should feel the rest of me." she guided your hands to her hips, then around to the small of her back, pressing closer.
"need to know if you're a good kisser everywhere, or just my mouth." she hummed.
you laughed. "maddy, we're high."
"so?" she pulled back. "do you wanna stop?"
you should but where's the fun in that?
"no." you said.
"good," she breathed, pressing her lips against yours once again. her hands were in your hair, tilting your head to the angle she wanted, and you let her. she pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you, sitting on your lap.
she sat back on your hips, letting you pull her shirt over her head. she wore nothing underneath. nothing except a cross necklace you gave her. one she never took off.
"you're staring," she said, sounding pleased.
"you're beautiful."
"I know." she leaned down, kissing you again. "but thank you."
you gave her everything she wanted, sucking and biting while her hands fisted in your hair. she pushed you back, leaning towards your ear. "I want you to learn me."
"learn you?"
"mmm." she whispered. "want to show you everything. and you're gonna memorize me. so when we do more, and we will, you'll know exactly how to touch me."
she leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth. then moved to your jaw, pressing a soft kiss there. "i like it here when I'm nervous. grounds me."
she then pulled your head up, sitting up and moving you down to press your lips against her stomach, near her hip-bone. "drives me insane."
you groaned. "you're evil."
"thorough. show me what you've learned." she settled against you.
you spent hours kissing her, learning her body. you learned she loved having her neck sucked but hated having her ears touched. learned she loved having her hair pulled, when you kissed her deeply.
you groped her. her breasts, her ass, pulling her closer. she guided you. showed you where to press harder.
"like this?" you asked, your hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing it in your hands.
"yes," she gasped. she kissed you, cupping your face between her hands, her nails scratching your face as she ground her pussy in your lap.
at some point in the night, you finally stopped. she pulled a blanket over you both, burying her face in your neck. "this is nice. safe." she whispered sleepy.
"yeah." you whispered, placing a kiss to her forehead.
"we're so doing this again," she said. wasn't even a question.
you were sitting in your room with your best friend megan. a rolling tray in your legs, sativa by jhene aiko blasting on your echo dot. you crumbled the buds into the pink rose wrap.
you brought the blunt up to your mouth and began to roll it. megan eyed how you used your tongue, and how effortlessly you pearled it.
“alright let’s spark this bitch.” you smiled at megan, putting the blunt in her mouth. you held the lighter up to the end of the blunt, megan pulled and the room started to fill with smoke.
“I can’t believe pride month is almost over and I haven’t done anything gay.” you frowned as you put the blunt to your lips.
megan’s eyes were low and red, glossy. “yeah.. so unfortunate...” she trailed off, taking the blunt from between your lips.
she took a long puff from the blunt. “i mean, we could do something gay.” she said honestly as she blew the smoke into your face.
you laughed and pushed her shoulder. “the cannabis is definitely talking.” you shook your head trying to get the blunt from her fingers.
megan pulled her hand back away from yours. “im talking.” her tone was serious, real serious. you raised your eyebrow and cocked your head at her sudden boldness.
she outed the blunt on the tray, and pushed you on your back. “you don’t know how long ive been waiting to do this.” she whispered as she looped her finger with your basket ball shorts, pulling them to your knees.
she pushed your legs over your head and starts rubbing your clit with her thumb. she dragged it down, her thumb now pushing into your wet, hot, cunt.
you gasped at the sudden penetration, causing a grim smirk to appear across megan’s face. “oh you like that hm?” her index and middle finger now replacing your thumb, sliding in and out of you slowly.
you could feel yourself stretching and adjusting around her fingers, “omg megan.” you breathlessly said as her mouth lowered onto your pussy. her fingers dug deep inside of you as her tongue made love with your clit. your hands now behind her head, pushing her face deeper into your pussy “right there megan,fuck~”
the room once filled with music, now full of the songs of your wet pussy and your moans. megan eyes shot up at you, enjoying how good you look. “you’re so pretty.” she got out, face still deep into your pussy.
megan closed her eyes, humming, drunk of how good you taste. her head lifted, your clit popping out of her mouth..
“happy pride month.” she said briefly before she lowered her head again.
A/N- hey guys! im new to katsblur! you guys can call me by my user or , ani! im excited to meet new people and mutuals! i am taking requests soo please feel free to drop someeeeee! comments are very appreciated :) i hope you enjoyed! HAPPY PRIDEEEE!
pairings: manon bannerman x celebrity!female!reader
summary: manon keeps making it obvious that the two of you are together, even though she's not supposed to.
↝ feelin' like dylan in the dunphy house after him and haley broke up every time i see her pictures
the live started usually, with all six members (plus you) crammed onto some random couch, waving at a camera with smiles on their faces.
manon was wedged between sophia and yoonchae, purposely separated from you, for good reason too, with a smile already on her face. "first question," sophia read out, attempting to maintain order.
"they're asking if we have any celebrity crushes." manon's eyes immediately lit up, her voice dropping slightly.
"i don't know about crushes, but i do have someone i admire a lot." various names had begun to appear, some even being the names of her friends. "not a guy," manon clarified.
"she's got this incredible voice, and she's the most talented person i've ever met." manon made eye contact with you, jokingly drawing a heart with her fingers, blowing a kiss your way before mouthing 'you'. you turned away, laughing immediately.
sophia shot her a warning look, but manon just shrugged, completely unbothered. "what? i can't appreciate talent when i see it? i think the talent likes it when i talk about her."
when lara asked about your new album, manon's hand, which had been resting in her lap, slid into frame, 'accidentally', showing off a silver ring on her pinky finger that had perfectly matched the one you were currently wearing.
"we're all listening to y/n's new album preview," lara said. "it's fucking amazing."
"yea, uhh, the songs are very special to me." you chuckled, shaking your head as you glanced towards manon.
awkward by nature you were.
manon's smirk widened. "special how? like inna 'stayed up all night writing' special or 'inspired by certain acts' special?" you couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to avoid her flirty gaze.
"you're terrible, meret," you said, shaking your head.
"only for you," she replied.
the fans thought she was joking, given how she had put on the same flirty front before with lara. only if they knew how dead serious she was.
your phone buzzed. it was manon, she had just posted a new story. you opened it to find a mirror selfie with her in only a bra and shorts. her abs on display, distracting of course, but what showed behind her was you. asleep in the bed behind her wearing the exact hoodie you had on now, your face barely visible but your hair and familiar ring unmistakable.
you groaned, running a hand through your hair. and as if on cue, comments started to flood in again. you groaned, running a hand through your hair.
y/n_is_mother: is y/n wearing her hoodie????
manonstan: ITS THE SAME FROM HER STORY
kats_fever: fuck she just ran her hand through her hair😫IS THAT A HICKEY ON HEr NECK???
manon gasped, pointing to herself mouthing 'it was me," while the others looked away. you touched your neck, forgetting about the mark.
your eyes skimmed the comments, most of them talking about the same thing.
"i don't have a hickey." you deflected. "i know i don't have one." you laughed. "y'know how i know?" you said brushing them off. "cause i have nobody," you joked. "no admirers. no people waiting in line," you sighed jokingly. "i'm alone." you stated finally, staring off dramatically.
it worked for about ten minutes. some believing your joking state.
"i'll wait in line for you." manon joke, voice low and sensual, looking at you while she batted her eyelashes.
"that's a long line. you'd have to compete with all of her fans." lara joked. sophia rested her palm on her forehead. daniela hid her face behind a pillow, while you laughed.
"y'know," you said, leaning over the girls and closer to manon, "for a group that's supposed to be media trained, some of you are terrible at it."
manon's eyes widened in offense. "who, me? imma natural."
"natural disater," you shot back, grinning. "pretty sure, 'don't leak unreleased music and then hint at giving your friend a hickey on live' was on day one of the training." the others groaned but manon just laughed.
"well, i find it restrictive," she said, winking. "besides, where's the fun in that."
"maybe, keeping a job and a friend?" you shook your head, still smiling.
"mm, but you love it," she replied, her voice softening.
"oh my god." daniela said laughing in the back.
sophia grabbed the the phone. "okay, that's enough media failures for one day," she said. "we'll see you all soon!"
SWIMˎˊ˗ "so hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim"
Lifeguard! Megan x fuckboy g!p reader
Warnings: groping, praise kink, breast sucking, fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, porn with plot, etc
Author's note: mhmjmgjgm I love Megan meiyok skiendiel. This took longer than what I expected since I tried to not end it abruptly but I hope y'all enjoy it
Everyone in town knows you.
Everyone and their fathers that may have slammed the door on you or either their mothers who may have opened the door for you.
Especially the girls who have opened their legs for you.
Unfortunately for Megan, she just had to hear her friend's experience with you.
"Oh my fucking god, she's so big, Megan" Adela exclaimed, eyes wide, her hands showing Megan how big you are.
"You're exaggerating, Y/n can't be that big" Megan rolls her eyes, the strap of her lifeguard uniform slapping her pale skin, hugging her body tight. "And she can't be that good"
"Y/n fucked half the town, including some mothers, if Y/n doesn't know how to use her cock then those women won't be jumping on her" Adela chimed, putting on her lanyard with the whistle. "I wouldn't have jumped her!"
"Yeah, yeah" Megan sighed, walking towards the post near the shore begrudgingly.
"You're just mad I got some dick and you didn't" Adela grumbled, rolling her eyes as she leans on the post.
"Adela!" Megan squealed, shushing the latter, looking around to see if anyone heard and just her luck, there came you.
You with your stupid sports bra on, oversized basketball shirt, wearing that cock smile, as you wink at a girl.
"Oh my god, here she comes!" Adela squeaked, her hand coming up to fix her hair, slapping Megan's foot, she asks, "Do I look good? My hair isn't that bad right?"
Before Megan could answer, you've already reached them with that stupid smirk. "Hi ladies"
"Hey" Adela said shyly, twirling her hair with her fingers, smiling bashfully at you. "I had a good time last night"
"Me too" you replied, your gaze then landing to Megan above you, sitting on the post. "Hi, pretty"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Y/n" Megan scoffs, looking away from you, instead paying attention to the people at the beach. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're in duty"
"Megan!" Adela shouts at her in a whisper, slapping her feet again, and then smiles at you, "don't listen to her, we're free"
"She's free, I'm not" Megan cuts Adela off before shouting at some kids who were causing ruckus.
"You're cute" your eyes never leaving Megan, studying her like she's some kind of unknown.
"For someone who fucked half the town, I expected you to come up with some new compliments by then" Megan says sarcastically, wincing when Adela slapped her yet again.
"Sorry, what's your name?" you chuckled, changing the topic fast, your eyes wandering to her body, the bodysuit hugging the curves just right.
"You don't know your own classmate?" Megan deadpans, hastily climbing down the post to face you. "I need to go, unlike you, I actually have some stuff to do instead of fucking around. Adela c'mon"
Adela looks at you with a contemplated gaze before she begrudgingly follows Megan to another post.
"Fuck— I need to know her name"
—
When a door closes, another opens.
The universe definitely loves you because your first period for the day is with her.
"Hi, I believe we've met but you still haven't told me your name" you beamed at Megan, smiling charmingly as you swiftly sat at the seat next to her.
Megan grimaces, looking at you up and down, before looking away from you as she grumbles.
"Okay" you sighed, your jaw clenching before taking a deep breath to recollect yourself.
Just then, another person passed by her and said, "Hey Megan."
How lucky can you be?
You tried to hide your smile, you definitely did— but the girl beside you who scooted away from you definitely felt it.
"Well it's nice to meet you Megan"
—
"Need a ride?" You asked Megan who was walking on the sidewalk, while you drive your car slowly on the road, not minding the car honking behind you.
"No!" Megan shouts, annoyed and embarrassed as she tries going faster but you still follow.
"Are you sure, pretty?" You smirked, the car still honking behind you. "I just don't want you to be late for your work, Megan"
Megan groans, trying to cover her face from the embarrassment that the car behind you is still honking making it known to everyone that the Y/n L/n is waiting for her to get in her car.
"Fine" Megan grumbles, getting in your car and slamming it close forcefully.
"Be gentle" you gasped, the honking finally stopping once you drive away in a reasonable pace.
"Sure" Megan rolls her eyes, holding her bag tightly.
Megan takes a look around your car, it was neat— not something she'd expect from you— especially from you.
Then her gaze landed on you, you were surprisingly quiet, your eyes still on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheeling and her gaze starts wandering all over you.
The way your hair falls perfectly into place, your adams apple, prominent, and your biceps almost tearing the sleeves of your cotton t-shirt, veins all over your arms tracing to your hands, finally her eyes land on your pants just before she could stop herself.
She licked her lips, heat pooling in her stomach as she looked at the noticeable tent on your pants. Her gaze going darker and darker and—
"We're here, pretty" she looks away quickly before you could turn and look at her.
"Yeah thanks, bye" Megan quickly tries to open the door hoping to get out quickly instead she hears another click and she's locked inside the car with you.
"Y/n?" Megan slowly turns to look at you, her cheeks flushed pink, "open the door?"
"Is that a proper way to say thank you?" You teased, leaning closer to her figure while she tries to move away.
"Okay— thank you Y/n, can you open the door?" Megan chuckles nervously, heart pounding in her chest.
Your gaze turns darker, looking at her intently, head cocking to the side.
"Please?" Megan squeaked, and finally you laughed, your eyes looking brighter as your hand reaching out to the side to unlock the door.
"Good girl" is what Megan heard before coming out and running away to the locker room.
Her hand lands on her chest, her chest heaving, heat pooling throughout her body.
"Fuck"
—
Megan expected her day to go smooth sailing, nothing every really happens at the beach besides kids running around and some teenage boys she knows from college doing God knows what.
What she didn't expect was a crowd hovering above you while your friend tried to do cpr on you.
Megan quickly got to her feet, kneeling beside you, basically pushing your friend out of her way.
"It's been 5 minutes, I don't think cpr will help" your friend said quickly, their voice filled with panic.
Megan leaned down, her fingers finding their way just right where your ear meets your jaw, her fingers trailing to your chin to position your head up, allowing you to breathe, her face nearing yours— until it wasn't.
Her palm meets your cheek striking it red, your eyes immediately flying open while your hand shoots up to cradle the stinging skin.
"What the fuck?"
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
A collective gasp ripples through the crowd.
Megan doesn't even blink.
Instead she stares down at you for a moment, her expression unreadable before she lets out a short breath and shakes her head.
"Yeah," she mutters. "That's what I thought."
You freeze.
"...What?"
"You heard me."
Your friend looks between the two of you, completely lost. "Wait, what?"
Megan rises to her feet, brushing the sand from her legs before turning toward the crowd gathered around the scene.
"Alright, show's over."
The crowd slowly disperses, disappointed murmurs following them as they return to whatever they were doing before the supposed emergency.
Only once the last few stragglers leave does Megan turn her attention back to you.
There's no concern on her face.
No relief.
Just annoyance.
"Stop fucking around, Y/N."
You immediately sit up straighter.
"I wasn't—"
"This is my job," Megan cuts in, gesturing toward the lifeguard tower. "And I'd be glad if you didn't cause a ruckus just to get my attention, y'know."
Your friend slowly turns to look at you.
Silence.
A horrible silence.
"...Y/N."
"No."
"You faked drowning?"
"I did not fake drowning."
Megan scoffs, fingers threading through her hair, "You were underwater for, like, fifteen seconds."
"I could've drowned in fifteen seconds."
"You came up twice to check if I was looking." Your mouth falls open, your mind failing to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Your friend gasps.
Megan points at you.
"The second time you literally fixed your hair."
"I was disoriented."
"You were posing."
"I was not posing."
"You pushed your hair back."
"It was in my face!"
"And then you looked directly at my tower."
Your friend looks moments away from dragging you back into the ocean themselves. "Oh my God."
"You don't understand—"
"No, I understand perfectly," Megan says. "You thought it'd be a good idea to fake an emergency."
"It wasn't an emergency."
"Exactly."
The shock and embarrassment on your face were then replaced by a smug smile, you leaned back, supporting your weight by planting your hands on the sand while you grinned at Megan.
"So you knew?"
"Immediately."
"Then why did you run over here?"
Megan opened her mouth.
Paused.
Then rolled her eyes but you caught the way she nervously shuffled, her arms crossing as if she's trying to cover herself.
"Because if I didn't run over here and it somehow turned out you were actually dying, I'd never hear the end of it."
Your friend nodded.
"Fair."
You pouted.
"So you slapped me because you knew I was faking?"
"Partly."
"Partly?"
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Megan's mouth.
"Mostly because I wanted to."
Just a tiny bit— the smallest bit, Megan thought your pout was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen.
—
Saturday.
Megan finally spends the day on the beach as a visitor rather than a worker. She finally wore the swimsuit she bought that she'd been saving, wore her hair up in a bun and even brought her favorite cap.
She hoped this day would be relaxing, instead it was irritating, because you were there— yet again.
Fortunately, you were already leaving— unfortunately, you were already leaving— with another girl stuck by your side like you weren't just trying to hit her up these past few days.
Anger bubbled up inside her, why would she be angry though?
"I'm just gonna go to the restroom, okay?" Megan quickly says to her friends before leaving abruptly to follow your trail.
She sees you approach your friends to ask for your bag, the girl still sickeningly clingy by your side, talking your ears off while you just nod, offering her a tight-lipped smile.
Finally, the girl leaves you alone with a wink and last brush of your arm and Megan cheers internally while trying to hide a laugh when she sees you gag when the girl turns her back.
She follows you until you finally reach the bathroom stalls, she quickly takes a hold of your hand, turning you around to face her. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze lands on your build and on your sickeningly charming face.
"Hi, pretty"
'Fuck you' was all she could think of.
"Who was that?" She tries to say nonchalantly, trying to seem like she doesn't care— which she really doesn't, she looks away, crossing her arms, and cleared her throat.
"Who are you talking about?" cocking your head to the side in confusion, hair draping on your face perfectly, your gaze wandering on her figure, the golden fabric of her two-piece glinting beneath the sunlight. "I like your swimsuit."
Megan blushes but quickly went into her senses, her gaze turning dark as she stabs her finger on your chest, "what's your problem?"
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about" you take a step back, your hands up in the air.
"Fuck you, Y/n! You act like you want me and then a pretty girl just throws herself in front of you, suddenly you don't want me anymore" Megan shouts, pushing you away, backing you up till your back meets the wall near the end of bathroom stalls as your bag pitifully falls on the ground. "Fine, I'm easy— okay? So what? who wouldn't be when you give all your attention to me?"
Your eyes soften when you see her eyes well up with tears, her lips trembling both in anger and sadness, "Megan—" you coo, removing her cap to see her more clearly.
"Stop that" Megan chokes out, looking away, her arms crossing again in an attempt to shield her vulnerability. "This is so stupid— I shouldn't have—"
Before she could finish her sentence, you cut her off with a shush, your finger coming up to her lips as you pull her closer by the waist, your gaze tender, cupping her jaw. "Tell me"
Her breath hitches. She swallows hard, her breathing turning heavy as your hold on her tightens. "Let go of me, Y/n"
"No" you said sternly, your voice cold, pulling her even closer to you, her arms awkwardly draping to her sides. "Not until you tell me what you want"
And the whole world stills.
Megan looks at you really looks at you, her eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips and in one swift motion her arms drape around your shoulders, tiptoeing to smash her lips to yours.
The kiss tasted like salt and want as her nails dig onto your nape, lips smacking intensely against each other.
Your mouth opens slightly and she took this chance to slide in her tongue, immediately roaming the cavity of your mouth and you reciprocate.
She pulls you to the stall near you, her hands wandering on your figure and before the both of you could fully enter the stall you pull away.
Megan looks at you— almost mad, "Y/n?"
You hurriedly went to fetch your bag and her cap that's miserable on the floor as if its waiting for someone else to take it before you enter the stall again, locking the door behind you, then hanging your bag on the hook.
You wrap your arms around Megan, smiling sheepishly, "sorry pretty, can't leave my things unattended, right?" you answered before kissing her again.
Megan laughs in the kiss, her hands cupping your jaw as the kiss turns sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing with want while you pull each other impossibly closer.
Your hands wander to her ass, groaning into her mouth as you squeeze the soft flesh, your cock swelling in your shorts even more when you hear her moans.
You break the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both, you look at her tenderly, admiring her flushed state, her lips swollen, hazy eyes, her chest heaving up and down. You trace her lips with your thumb, "so— so pretty, my love"
And you dove right into her neck, peppering kisses anywhere you could, whispering sweet little nothings as you nip and suck at her skin,
Megan trembles in your hold, her hands tugging at your hair while her hips grind in desperation, her eyes closed, gasping for air, "baby— fuck"
"Yeah?" you hum, your lips trailing to the tattoo right behind her ear, placing your thigh between her legs, guiding her hips as you grope the soft flesh of her ass. "What do you want, pretty?"
You pulled away, looking directly at her pretty brown eyes pleading.
"Touch me— please, Y/n" Megan gasps when she feels you grind her harder on your thigh, "Please baby— need you"
You grabbed her thighs, carrying her then pinning her onto the wall, your lips finding hers in a fervent kiss.
Your hand travels to her heat, cupping her clothed cunt and she moans in your mouth, you pull away from the kiss, you peck her lips before looking down, your thumb tracing circles on her clothed clit as she moans softly.
"Don't tease" Megan whines, her forehead dropping on yours, nose brushing against each other, her breath hot. "I need you baby"
You obey, pushing her panties to the side your rub your fingers against her slit, "so wet— all for me, pretty?"
Megan hums, quickly nodding her head as her eyes closes at the feeling of your fingers entering inside her pussy. "Fuck" she mewls, her breath shaky.
You leaned down, kiss the moles on her neck reverently as you push your fingers inside and out of her slowly. "That's it— you're taking me so well, Megan"
"Y/n" she moans, her head thrown aback, her hips stuttering as she rides your fingers. "Baby please!"
You suck on her skin harder, pulling away to lick the red spot you've caused as you drilled your fingers inside her cunt faster, curling at that spot that makes her see stars.
Megan gasps, her eyes rolled back as her stomach tightens, her walls clamping on your fingers and her toes curls in pleasure, and just before she could cum, you pulled your fingers out. "No— Y/n— I was so close"
You coo, kissing her softly, pulling away just a little bit to pull your shorts down revealing your hardened cock, your shorts falling on the floor. "I'm sorry my love— I'll make it up to you"
You kissed her deeply as you guide your cock between her folds, sliding it, your tip getting caught in her entrance every time, her essence covering your appendage.
"Please— I need you so bad— put it in, baby" she cries, her body shaking in desperate for release. "I need you please"
"So good for me" you exhaled, eyes rolling as you slowly enter her heat. "So tight, baby— feels like you were made for me, hmm?"
"Fuck!" Megan shouts, her mouth opens wide as you bottom out inside her, she bites her lips to suppress her moans as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer.
You stay inside her for a bit— not moving, letting her feel the way your cock stretches her, how it throbs inside of her. You leaned down, your hand quickly pushing her bra up before returning on her thighs to support her weight.
You admired her supple breast, mouth parting as you gaze at her stiff pink buds. You dove down, sucking her nipple harshly as you draw your hips out slowly before plunging your cock inside her again drawing out a long, breathy moan out of her.
"Oh my god— you're so fucking big, baby" Megan draws out a laugh, laughing in ecstasy, she purposefully clamps down on your cock, smiling as she does so.
"You feel so perfect" she breathes out, pushing your head deeper to her chest, her gaze tender as she caresses your hair. She places her lips on your hairline, kissing the sweat off your forehead as she grinds on your cock.
"You're perfect" you pant, your pace going faster, your lips smashing against hers to a heated make out before leaning down to pay attention to her other breast. "My perfect girl"
"Yours" she moaned out, the sound of your skin smacking against each other ringing out in the bathroom stall. "I'm yours"
You pull away from her breasts, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent as you fuck your cock into her cunt in deliberately, making sure you hit her g-spot.
"You're taking me so well, pretty" you pull away from her neck, you look at her directly, fixing your hold on her with one hand to tenderly cup her jaw, giving her your full attention. "My only one"
Megan whimpers, her forehead on yours as she looks deeply to your eyes, her release nearing, her nails digging onto your skin, "really?"
"I love you, baby" you whisper, kissing her softly, your pace going slow but your thrust harsher, your balls tightening, your cock throbbing inside her as she clamps down on your cock. "Only you"
"I'm gonna cum—" Megan croaks out, feverishly jumping down on your cock as she sucks your tongue, panting "Fuck— I love you too"
"So much— FUCK!" she gasps as her eyes roll to the back of her head, head thrown aback, her body going limp as she cums on your cock, her chest heaving up and down, walls clamping down on your cock like a vice as she keeps on cumming. "So good, baby— so fucking good"
"Let it all out, pretty— my good girl" you groaned, slowly pushing your cock in and out of her pussy slowly to ride out her high, her essence dripping out of her heat onto your cock, dripping down to your thighs.
"Baby" she mewls, feeling your cock throb inside her, her gaze hazy as she looks at you.
"You treat me so fucking good—" she kisses the corner of your lips before peppering kisses all over your face, her hips slightly grinding down on your cock in a slow motion, clamping down your cock. "Yours"
"Mine" you groaned, basking in her attention as you bounce her up and down on your cock, your release nearing, "My golden girl— feels like you were made for me"
You thrust your inside her harshly as you drop her down onto your and she gasps, drool seeping on her lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breath shaking as she feels her stomach tighten again, her pussy dripping of her essence.
"Yes— yes— yes" Megan mewls over and over again, pulling you impossibly closer, her nails digging on your shoulder her thighs trembling, her senses on overdrive as she feels you deliciously drive your cock inside her over and over again, hitting and stretching her out all in the right spots. "Oh my fucking god, baby— your cock feels so fucking good"
"I'm gonna cum— I'm gonna cum on your fucking cock again" Megan gasps, her eyes closed shut as you thrust inside her deep, "cum with me— cum in me"
You pant, your vision blurring before blacking out as you plunge your cock deep inside her, burying your load deep. "My girl— so good for me"
Megan's mouth open to a silent moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she cums on your cock for the second time.
You blink, thrusting your cock inside of her in slow, small movements, your breath hitching as you draw out your cock, your cum dripping out of her cunt in rivulets, splashing on the tile below.
You slowly lower Megan, your arms wrapping around her waist as you pepper her face with kisses, your fingers tracing circles on her back to bring down her high. "That's it pretty— you with me, Megan?'
You kiss her brow, then her nose, chuckling when you see her smile.
"You're not going to ignore me after this, right?" She looks up at you, her fingers threading to your hair, leaning her body on you.
"I won't— I'm yours Megan" you bent down, kissing her with every ounce of passion and devotion. "I'm yours, baby"
You pull away, your hands gentle as you fix her bra, your hands reaching out to your bag, grabbing the tissue on the side pocket.
Megan hums as you clean her up, kissing you occasionally, "You're serious about me, right?"
You finish cleaning her up, placing her panties back, you look at her— really look at her.
Her eyes pleads and her lips tremble, her hold on you tightens, "I am— I really am, Megan"
You take a hold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. "I want you"
"Okay" Megan breathes out, kissing you deeply before she begrudgingly pulls away. "I need to go, my friends are probably looking for me"
"Okay" you kiss her lips one last time, "Love you"
Megan hesitantly unlocks the door of the stall; she peeks at you from the crack of the door she hesitates to close.
"I'll text you later, pretty" you chuckle and it finally eases her nerves, she opens the door a bit to reach out for your hand to pull you in for another kiss.
"Okay" she pulls away, smiling shyly. "I love you Y/n"
You brush your nose against hers, your hand reaching to the cap on the hook, gently placing it on her head, "I love you too— make sure you have an excuse for the hickeys on your neck for your friends by the way"
"Y/n!" Megan shouts, yet her lips curl as she hears you laugh, "God—"
"You need to go pretty— trust when I text you later, I'll still be yours" you boop her nose, smiling as she scrunches it adorably, her whisker dimples showing.
"You better be" Megan looks at you sternly, finally closing the door.
As she walks her way back to her friends she fixes her hair, tying it up to a neat bun like it was before, cursing under her breath when she remembers you've marked her.
"What happened to you?" Lara shrieks, her hands fumbling around her. "Girl— you got devoured!"
"Megan put a shirt on!" Adela scrambles, throwing her a shirt while Emily just cackles.
sumarry. After debuting, hype came to the conclusion that Katseye needed a seventh member. So, when you joined, the girls who were used to being six weren’t exactly thrilled about the idea. As a result, they each started doing things individually to try to make you want to leave the group. But their methods… are quite peculiar.
Dishes would appear in the kitchen like magic. Not the ones they used to eat from, but others: pots you didn't remember seeing, pans with dried food residue that seemed to have been there since the day before, Tupperware with two-day-old sauce stuck to the bottom. Everything would appear on the days it was your turn to clean. The first day you thought it was a coincidence, but then it became an obvious routine. You didn't say anything, didn't complain, but Yoonchae noticed on her own and every day she stayed with you until late, helping you, drying the dishes or just talking to you to make it more bearable.
The shower was another battle.
They had left you last for shower time, taking 15 minutes longer than usual, so by the time you got in, the water came out ice cold. When you came out with the towel wrapped around your body and droplets of cold water dripping down the back of your neck, Megan was leaning against the hallway wall with a smile that wasn't warm.
"Was it cold?" she asked, her voice so innocent it hurt. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her long legs stretched out, her head tilted like she was waiting for an answer she already knew.
"A little," you replied, and kept walking. You didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing you shiver more than you already had.
That night, Yoonchae found out what happened and offered you her spot the next day. When you told her it wasn't necessary, she shook her head with a determination you didn't expect from someone so young, with that mix of stubbornness and tenderness she seemed to save just for you.
That was the week: the other five making a sport of making your life miserable, and Yoonchae, the youngest, the one with the least obligation to help you, undoing every trap with impeccable patience.
But unfortunately for you, Yoonchae had to leave for a few days to go to Korea. A family visit, she said, and while she was happy to see her parents, she couldn't help feeling anxious about leaving you alone.
The dance studio felt denser than usual. Either it was the new choreography, or it was the shirt you'd chosen that morning — one of those that rides up every time you raise your arms, exposing a strip of skin — or it was the way the girls were looking at you in the mirror. Because yes, you had noticed. From the first day, from the conference room, you had felt their eyes following you when they thought you weren't looking. And today in particular, you felt like they were undressing you with their eyes.
You weren't stupid. You knew how this worked. You knew that people could hate you and want you at the same time, and if you made that desire stronger than the hatred, you had a way in. And with each day you spent there, you realized it was going to be much easier than you thought.
"Again," said the choreographer, a man with quick movements and a short temper, after the third failed run. He wiped his sweaty forehead and nodded toward Dani with his chin. "Dani, stay a little longer with her. Make sure she gets the rhythm."
The others dispersed as if they'd been waiting for that order — totally sweaty, tired, with their breathing accelerated. Within five minutes they were all heading out the door.
And you were left alone in the studio with Dani. Knowing it was the perfect opportunity to start your plan.
The mirror covering the front wall reflected your image and hers behind you: you in the shorts you'd chosen so short that morning, the shirt that had ridden up during the last rehearsals and that you hadn't bothered to pull down.
"Ready?" she said, her voice distant, measured. She stood in front of the mirror, marked the starting position with surgical precision, and waited.
The first run was tense. In the transition from the third to the fourth movement, where the weight had to shift from one leg to the other with a hip turn that came as naturally to them as breathing, you would lean a couple of centimeters more, doing it differently.
"That's not how it goes," Dani said, her voice carrying an edge she hadn't shown before. Her arms crossed again, her fingers pressing into her own forearms.
The second run was worse. You tried to copy her exactly, to silence your instinct, to move the way she wanted. You clenched your teeth, held back the urge to lengthen your movements, forced yourself to cut your gestures where she cut hers. But in the fifth movement, where the right arm had to cut through the air diagonally and stop abruptly, you prolonged it, gave it an emphasis that wasn't in the original choreography.
Dani clenched her jaw. A muscle in her cheek twitched, a tic you hadn't seen before.
"You're doing the same thing," she said, and her voice had dropped an octave, become rougher.
"It's not on purpose."
"I don't care if it's on purpose. The choreography is like this. It's not for everyone to do whatever they want."
The third run was the one that broke something.
Where Dani stopped the movement abruptly, you let your hip complete the arc. Where she kept her torso firm, you let your shoulders follow through. It was minimal. Barely perceptible. But Dani felt it like an attack.
"What are you doing?" she said, and her voice was no longer professional. It was personal. She had turned toward you, her arms dropped to her sides, her hands open, her fingers slightly curved like she was about to grab something.
"Dancing," you replied, holding her gaze.
"That's not dancing. That's doing whatever you want, expecting the others to follow you."
"I don't expect anyone to follow me."
"Then why can't you just do it the way you're told?"
"Because maybe the one doing it wrong is you."
The silence that followed was the kind that changes the temperature of a room. She looked at you, and in her eyes there was something that wasn't just anger. It was contained fire. And you, who had been waiting for this since she stayed behind in the studio, did nothing.
You let her come closer. You let her close the distance in three long strides, her legs moving with that power she had when she danced, when she was the best at what she did. You let her reach you. You let her push you against the wall.
Her body was pressed against yours, so close you could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension in her muscles, the way her chest rose and fell with breathing that was no longer controlled. Her face was inches from yours, her lips parted, her eyes dark, her pupils dilated until they almost swallowed her irises.
"Who do you think you are?" she said, her voice a cutting whisper, a razor blade grazing skin. "You think you're special because they chose you because of that damn pretty face?"
"You're not superior," Dani said, and her hands moved from your shoulders to your arms, her fingers wrapping around them, squeezing, digging into your flesh. "You're not better than us."
"So don't you ever talk to me like that again," Dani said, her voice dropping lower, becoming more dangerous, more intimate. "Understand?"
You nodded. Once. Slowly, but without paying much attention, really.
And then you kissed her. Her hands released your arms and found your waist, her fingers hooking into the waistband of the shorts you'd chosen so short on purpose that morning. Her tongue entered your mouth without asking permission. Her body pressed you against the mirror, and the cold glass contrasted with the heat of her hands, with the fire of her mouth, with the wetness already starting to form between your legs.
"You think you're so smart," she said against your mouth, her teeth biting your lower lip with just enough force to make you feel she was the one in charge. Her hand squeezed your hip, her fingers pressing the bone, her palm flat against your skin. "You walk in here with that innocent face, with those shorts that barely cover you. You think I didn't notice?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, and a smile escaped before you could control it. You knew you'd done it on purpose, because you wanted her to know.
"Of course you know."
Her hand moved down to the waistband of your shorts, letting the fabric slide down your thighs, past your knees, until it fell to the floor. Your underwear followed, a sharp tug leaving it tangled with your shorts on the ground. The studio air hit your bare skin and you shivered.
Her fingers found your center before you could prepare yourself. They brushed your entrance, felt the wetness, the warmth, and when she brought them to her mouth, sucking them slowly, her eyes never left yours.
"Liar," she said, the word a whisper that ran through your entire body. "You say you don't know what I'm talking about but your pussy is soaked."
You didn't answer. You bit your lip, leaned your head against the mirror, and let her do what she wanted. But Dani didn't want you to stay still. She wanted to see you break.
Her hand returned between your legs, her fingers parting your lips with an intimacy that made you hold your breath. Her middle finger grazed your clit, barely a touch, just long enough for your hips to move forward seeking more. And then she stopped.
"Look," she said, her voice rough, strained. Her finger was still there, still, barely pressing, making you feel every beat of your own pulse against her fingertip. "Look how I make you."
"Dani," you said, the word coming out more broken than you wanted, more needy.
"What?" she asked, her finger tracing a slow circle around your clit, a circle that took an eternity to complete, leaving you breathless, your fingers gripping the mirror. "What do you want?"
"Harder."
"Like this?" she said, and pushed two fingers in at once.
It wasn't slow. It wasn't gentle. It was a dry, deep entry that made you arch your back and cry out against her shoulder. Her fingers moved inside you with a relentless rhythm, each thrust accompanied by the brush of her palm against your clit, each withdrawal leaving you empty for just a second before filling you again. The sound was obscene, wet, mixing with your moans and her ragged breathing.
"So this is what you wanted," she said against your neck, her mouth biting the skin, sucking, marking. "To provoke me. To make me lose control. To get fucked against the mirror like the slut you are. Say it."
"I'm a slut," you said, the words coming out between moans, without shame, because shame had disappeared the moment her fingers entered you.
"A slut who danced badly on purpose so I'd stay."
"Yes," you admitted, and the confession freed you more than you expected. "Yes."
Her thumb found your clit and began moving in circles while her fingers kept pumping in and out. The combination was too much, exactly what you needed, more than you could handle.
Her rhythm accelerated again, her fingers moving inside you with an intensity that blurred your vision, her thumb pressing against your clit with the exact force to bring you to the edge without letting you fall.
"You're going to come," Dani said, and it wasn't a question. "You're going to come now. And then you're going to apologize for every time you did the choreography wrong."
"Oh god, Daniela please," you said, the word drowning in a moan.
"Three times," she said, and there was something almost amused in her voice. "You messed up three times. So you're going to come three times. One for each mistake. And I'm going to count."
Her free hand moved up to your throat, her fingers circling your neck without squeezing, just resting there, just so you could feel they were there. Her thumb pressed just below your jaw, feeling your accelerated pulse, feeling how your heart beat to the rhythm of her fingers inside you.
"Come on, come for me," she said.
Her thumb on your clit sped up, her fingers inside you curved, finding that spot, that place that made your legs tremble and your vision blur. The orgasm grabbed you before you could prepare, a wave that started in your belly and spread through your whole body, shaking you against the mirror, tearing a cry from you that bounced off the empty studio walls.
Dani didn't stop. Her fingers kept moving, her thumb kept rubbing, prolonging the orgasm until it started to hurt, until tears burned your eyes, until your body no longer knew if it wanted more or wanted it to stop.
"Look at the mess you're making," she said with a wide, wicked smile.
The second orgasm came before the first one finished, overlapping, more intense. Your back arched against the mirror, your head hit the glass, and a stream of hot liquid came out of you, soaking her fingers, her wrist, the floor. You screamed her name, or something like it, while she kept moving, kept pushing you higher, kept denying you rest.
Your body no longer belonged to you. Every muscle was tense, every nerve on fire, and when the third orgasm came, you felt it from the center of your pelvis to the tips of your fingers, a discharge that made your knees buckle, that made you lose your footing, that made you release another stream, and another, and another, soaking the studio floor.
Dani held you up. She grabbed you by the waist before you could fall, kept you standing against the mirror while your body convulsed, while the spasms kept shaking you, while the liquid kept dripping down your thighs and forming a puddle on the wooden floor. Her hand on your neck supported your head, her forehead was pressed against yours, and you were breathing the same hot air, the thick air of the empty studio.
When the spasms calmed, when your breathing stopped being a constant pant and became something closer to normal, Dani pulled her fingers out of you. Slowly. Making you feel every inch, every knuckle, every part of her withdrawing from inside you.
She stayed like that for a moment, looking at you. Your lips were swollen from biting them, your cheeks wet with tears, your shirt hiked up to just below your chest, your shorts on the floor next to your underwear, the mess between your thighs soaking everything. And she was there, her pants still on, her clothes almost untouched, her fingers glistening with your liquid.
"Now," she said, her voice rough but firm. "Apologize."
You swallowed. Your legs were trembling, your hands still gripping the edge of the mirror behind you, your whole body vibrating from the three orgasms she had pulled out of you.
"Sorry," you said, your voice a thread, barely a whisper.
"For what?"
"For the choreography."
Dani smiled. It was a small, dangerous smile that didn't reach her eyes but settled on her lips like a mark.
"I like it when you apologize. If you want to stay here, you'll have to learn to be here," she said, her voice full of anger, a small hint that if you didn't like it, you could leave, though she herself knew that after this, she didn't want you to go.
"Clean," she said, bringing her fingers to your mouth.
Your lips parted before her fingers reached you, and you took them, sucked them, tasted your own flavor mixed with the sweat from her hand, with the heat of her skin, with everything that had happened in the last few minutes. Your tongue slid between her fingers, cleaning them, and she watched you do it with narrowed eyes, her breathing still agitated, her chest rising and falling under her shirt.
"Good girl," she said, and the word "good" sounded almost like an insult, or like a prize, or like both at the same time.
She pulled her fingers from your mouth. Let you go. Took a step back, and you stayed leaning against the mirror, your legs trembling, your shirt hiked up, your shorts on the floor, the mess between your thighs soaking everything around you.
"Clean up that mess," she said, nodding toward the floor with her chin. "The studio is being used early tomorrow."
She turned around. Walked toward the door with firm, steady steps that revealed nothing.
And you, against the mirror, with your legs trembling, with your shorts in your hand, with your shirt hiked up, with your whole body still vibrating, smiled.
Because you knew perfectly well that you already had one.
it’s you and your girlfriend’s anniversary! in a foolish attempt to be funny, you decide to act like you have no idea it’s your anniversary. the question is, how will she react to your ‘funny joke’?
♡ ───── ot6 x fem reader, fluff, angst with comfort, some angst with no comfort, suggestive content, anniversary gifts, how do i make this about obsession?, brat taming (in a way), mentions of a vibrator, yoonchae a brat.
𝓙eung 𝒀oonchae. ✿
yoonchae texts you around 12:03am. she asks if you know what day it is. upon your prank playing, she’s being very pouty— but when you tease her just a bit, she reveals that she has a surprise for you.
𝓜egan 𝓢kiendiel. ✿
megan texts you around 12:02am. she approaches you with lots of expression. upon your prank playing, she’s very upset— but when you provoke her with her favorite snack, she’s almost immediately jumping with joy.
𝒟aniela 𝓐vanzini. ✶
daniela texts you around 12:10am. she approaches you with calmness, but underlying excitement. upon your prank playing, she’s immediately angry with you. though you try to insist that it was a joke, she ends up doing something that shocks you.
𝓜anon 𝓑annerman. ✿
manon texts you at eactly 12:00am. she approaches you with a hilarious, narrator-like dialogue. upon your prank playing, she’s slightly annoyed— but when you tell her about your gift, she seems excited— that is until you give her all the details of your gift.
𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza. ✶
you text sophia around 7:08am. you approach her with with an attitude that leads her to believe you’re excited about your anniversary. upon your prank playing, she puts on a dominant attitude— declaring that you’ll regret ever teasing her.
𝓛ara 𝐑ajagopalan. ✶
lara texts you around 12:09am. she approaches you by immediately saying she’s coming over. upon your prank playing, her joking attitude slowly fades into a more serious one as she promises punishment.
an— request by anon here. this was fun to make! :)
Hi! I don't have anything specific to request, but could you write some non gp Manon? 🙏🙏
D R Y H U M P I N G M A N O N .
making out. dry humping. orgasms. gf!fem.
you and manon were left in nothing but your undergarments. the night started causally, just in bed, taking in each other’s company, and catching up after a long day.
and conversations and attentiveness led to another. and here you are, you and manon almost naked and each others faces off. you two were steady going at it, multiple make out sessions and intimate touching.
but as the time went on, you knew manon was becoming hungry for me. her kisses became hungrier and so did the touching. manon pressed your bodies together, her hands feeling on your body as your lips were still pressed together. at the part of your lips, manon’s tongue slipped inside, meeting yours in a fight of dominance.
manon took matters into her own hands, leaning you the both of you back on the bed. she was now on top, but the kiss didn’t break.
manon parted her legs, her clothed pussy hovering over yours. her panties were damp, her pussy already leaking in arousal. manon’s pussy met yours, slowly grinding her hips against yours as the kissing continued.
you moaned into the kiss, moving your hips in sync with manon’s, causing your clothed clits to rub against each other. manon was clearly getting off to this, her breaths before louder, and the movement of her hips becoming faster.
the kisses were more sloppy, uncoordinated as manon’s focus was more on rubbing her pussy against yours.
the kiss finally broke, the need of air and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure getting the best of both of you. manon’s grinding didn’t stop, she panted against your lips as she chased her orgasm, her eyes going unfocused as she found the perfect angle to release the knot brewing in her stomach.
“fffuckk.” manon whined, as her orgasm exploded inside of her panties. manon didn’t stop, the feeling being way too good just to stop yet. you weren’t too far behind, your cum slowly oozing from the side of your panties.
manon’s lips met yours again, rubbing out her high as doing so, the movement of her hips now coming to a stop. “that was amazing.” manon panted through her kisses, a lazy grin forming against your lips.
g!p lara. hcs. fckboy!lara. groupie!fem. tour bus sex.
rckstar!lara who’s doing it big rn on tour. doing shows with her band every night with a crowd full of hungry fans and fan girls. lara was feeling pretty damn good rn and her ego was on a high.
rckstar!lara who’s kind of a fuck boy. she looks for hotties in the crowd each night, looking for a girl to take back to the bus for one of the luckiest nights of her life. because who wouldn’t want to hook up with lara the rckstar raj.
rckstar!lara who noticed you in the crowd at one particular show. your eyes never left lara, watching her the entire time, your pussy getting wet at her performance. lara knew she had to get you tonight. she continued eyeing you the rest of the show and when the show concluded, lara made sure you were hers tn.
rckstar!lara who fucked you from the back, as she had you bent over in the tour bus bathroom, pumping her slender dick inside of you. she smacked your ass, her legs propped up on the toilet seat, to fuck into at a better angle. “this pussy is so tight. you been saving it for me, princess?” lara teased, her hands holding your waist tightly.
𓏵◟♡ ᩧ CONTENTS perv!lara x fem reader smut manipulation perversion fingering forced orgasm mocking praises tutor!lara dubcon? groping neck kisses
nina whisper: I will be making the other members too !!!
taggies: @wonllitz, @friendlyfagg
don’t like, don’t read.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who begged the teacher that you needed tutoring even if your grades were fine.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who purposely make you believe that your answers were wrong, just so she could stay longer with you
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who push you limits every slowly, you didn't even notice, a hand on your thigh, her eyes glancing down at your exposed cleavage, oh how hungry she was for you.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who stuff her fingers in your sensitive pussy, teasing on your walls, edging you whenever you answer incorrectly.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who kiss your neck putting hickies on you without even realizing, she wanted everyone to know you were hers.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who casually put her hands right near your chest as she reminded you the time for her tutoring, just innocent touch, no?
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who forced you to squirt on her after you wanted to leave tutoring early
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who praises you with slight degrading tone as you finally got one answer right
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara who always get excited about meeting up with you, letting her disgusting desires get the better of her.
♪ ۪𓈒 ຼ ̥ perv!lara that always give you flirty stares wanting more than just tutor/student relationships.
⤷ WARNINGS semi public sex . step sis . degradation . power dynamics . age gap
The car moved along the road. Up front, your father and Daniela's mother were talking quietly about the vacation destination.
Then you felt Dani's hand on your thigh.
"Dani," you whispered.
"Shh. You don't want them to hear, do you?"
"No—"
"Then shut up."
Her fingers moved up to your crotch. Her middle finger found your clit through the fabric, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning.
"So wet," Dani whispered. "So wet and I've barely started."
"That's not true—"
"Liar."
Her hand slipped inside your shorts, and her middle finger touched your bare skin directly.
"Look," Dani said, and brought her finger to her mouth. She sucked slowly, without taking her eyes off yours. "So tasty."
"Dani, please—"
"Please, what? Please stop?"
"No—"
"Please keep going?"
You nodded. You couldn't speak.
Her fingers went back to your crotch. Her middle finger entered you, and you couldn't help but moan.
"Everything okay back there?" her mom asked from the front seat.
Dani didn't move. Her fingers stayed inside you.
"Say yes," Dani whispered in your ear. "Say everything's fine."
"Y-yes," you managed to say, and your voice came out higher than you wanted. "Everything's fine."
Your mom went back to her conversation. The car kept moving. Dani started moving her fingers again.
"You should be ashamed. We're a family now and you let your sister fuck you, huh."
"Sh-shut up—"
She put in the second finger. Your inner walls stretched, and the moan escaped again. Louder this time. You couldn't hold it back.
"Y/n?" your dad asked now. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," you managed to say, and your voice trembled.
"You sound weird."
"It's the trip. I get carsick."
"Do you want us to stop?"
"No—" you said quickly, too quickly. "No, please don't stop, I mean, don't stop, we're going to be late and— and—"
"Okay, honey."
Dani laughed silently. Her fingers moved faster now, and her thumb pressed against your clit with each thrust. Her other hand covered your mouth.
"Shut up," she whispered. "Shut up or they'll hear you. And then what will they think of their little girl? That she's a whore? That she lets her stepsister touch her in the car?"
"Mmph—" was all you could say.
"So pathetic."
"Mmph—"
"What? You don't like it?"
You shook your head. But your hips were pushing against her hand, and she knew it.
Warnings: cunnilingus, cum eating, blood sucking (yes period blood)
Authors note: the answer to do vampires drink period blood is based on you— you either say yes or no, vampires are fantasy creatures so the answer doesn't really matter that much cuh
"Megan?" You called out, your voice weak and your hands shaking, a certain metallic, copper-like smell in the air as you enter the comfort of your girlfriend's room.
"Hey" Megan sits up from her bed weakly, her hands clutching her stomach.
"Are you okay, Mei?" You gasped, immediately rushing to her side and taking her in your arms, you put her legs on yours sideways, wrapping an arm around her face and the other cradling her jaw, momentarily ignoring the enticing scent.
"Yeah, my period just started and I'm having the worst cramps ever" Megan groans, nuzzling her head further on your shoulder.
"Oh" you pause, your pupil changing its hue to deep red.
"Y/n?" Megan looks up, confused, her eyes widening when she sees your eyes red and your body practically vibrates.
Before she could get another word out, you kiss her hard, pulling her on to your lap, pulling her impossibly closer.
"Y/n" Megan gasps, pushing you away but to no avail it seems like you've only gotten stronger. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head feeling your kisses trailing down to her neck, your fangs slightly nipping at her pale skin. "Fuck— baby"
"You smell so good, pretty" placing kisses anywhere your lips could be, biting her lightly near the clavicle. "Think I could get a taste?"
"What?!" Megan shrieks, actively trying to pull away from your grasp but her moans say otherwise, heat pooling in her stomach. "Y/n, what is happening with you?"
Your kisses stopped, looking directly at her eyes with hunger, "I haven't eaten yet, baby. Don't be so mean to me" you pout, your grip on her waist tightening. "Just a little taste, I promise"
"Baby, it's dirty—" Megan cups your face and before she could finish her argument you kiss her again.
"I'd rather eat your dirty blood than another person's" kissing her full of passion and devotion, your tongue greedily lapping up her taste, your fang sometimes clashing with her teeth.
Megan pulls away, gasping for air, spit connecting both of your lips before breaking off eventually. She looks at your red eyes and notices the way your breathing seems heavier, your body shaking as you try to suppress it.
"Okay" Megan breathes out, before you could cheer she shushes you with her finger, "just this once, yes?"
"Yes of course, my love. I'll make you feel so much better, hmm?" You hum, pecking her lips, then her forehead, near her eye, her nose, then her lips again. "Thank you, baby"
You carefully put her down on her bed, your hand cradling the back of her head as she lays down, your body ticking with excitement, drool escaping your lips, quickly swiping it away using your thumb.
You immediately kneel between her legs, your hands shaking as you pull her undergarments down carefully.
"So eager" Megan laughs, hands cradling your face between her legs. "Enjoy your meal, baby"
You dove down, tongue lapping at her entrance tasting the metallic tang of her blood with a hint of sweetness.
Megan's eyes roll to the back of her head as your tongue plunges deep inside her, her hips jutting forward, pushing you deeper to her cunt.
Your tongue gathers her essence and the blood left inside her cavity until another gush of blood exits and enters straight to your mouth.
You greedily lap everything she gives you, your hands gripping her thighs tight, leaving handprints.
"Y/n— fuck, baby, feel so good" Megan whimpers, her hands crumpling the bed sheet, legs shaking, the knot in her stomach growing harder to resist.
You moan at her taste, the vibrations sending another form of stimulation that becomes the reason for Megan's overwhelming orgasm.
Her breath caught in her lungs, her mouth opening to a silent moan, her back arching as she pushes your head away from her pussy, her essence gushing out of her cunt as her legs shake, her brain melts and her vision blacks out while you stuck your tongue out to catch her cum.
"Fuck" Megan breathes out, blinking a few times, her vision blurry before turning clear again when she sees you kissing her pussy so reverently.
"Just one more?" You smiled, fangs out, your chin dripping of her essence and your shirt drenched from her release.
