could i request sub!gp!sakura w/ fem reader? hear me OUT i know she’d be the whiniest ever while just giving you the green light to use her however you’d want…
Someone sedate me!!!-&,&/‘ak (short imagine to kick off my comeback)
pleaser!kkura who is absolutely whipped for you the day that she met you… like you met purely coincidentally actually! and you where the only one who actually managed to match her freak perfectly, because you took the words “do what you want” seriously. barging into her room whenever she’s back from practice to go at it like rabbits, despite her legs aching from all the squats and training she was doing moments prior. pinning her down on the bed to kiss her cute little face before ripping off her boxers and using her to fuck yourself
Your hair was soaking wet, and a shirt was lazily tossed onto your torso. Considering you where in the middle of the shower, you looked far more disoriented then usual, but as soon as you heard the apartment door click, you dropped everything you were doing. “Kkura” You called out, slamming the door open as the brown haired woman slid the gym bag to the floor. “Baby!” She jumped, her voice soft as honey as she stood up to greet her, only to be met with your lips crashing into hers. Her eyes immediately shut as she pushed her lips into yours, pushing her tongue into your mouth, almost as if she didn’t need confirmation to what you were asking for.
“Mm baby.” She moaned, feeling delighted by your sudden burst of affection, her hands wrapped around your neck as your fingers slid under her shirt, feeling up her stomach before caressing slowly until you met the waistband of her boxers. Prying your hands underneath the cloth, you wrapped your hands around her member, feeling the softness jittery just for a second before her breathing started to hitch up. “Kkura I missed you so much” You’d breath heavily, hands rubbing against her hardened length slowly, your teeth bitting down on your lower lip as you teased her endlessly.
It wouldn’t take long before she’s kissing you all over and practically pushing you into the bedroom without hesitation. It’s not like you’d deny her of your mutual depravity, although, you found her rather eagerness endearing.
(A/N: had to cut this short because this was rotting in my drafts)
Can you write an imagine about yn and Lara’s first time together and yn is dominant??
just imagine making cherry-popper!Lara who thinks your a sub because you “look-like-one” when she meets you at a club🫣 just for her to find out your so much more than that and leave her seeing stars😵💫😵💫
cw: smut no plot, dom!reader, sub!lara, (head giving, dirty talk, short imagine, Lara lowkey a freak lawl, drunk sex)reader being clueless as per usual, fem!reader, use of she/her, tan reader once again, play girl!lara, lowkey cockblocked cus I’m too lazy to finish
Lara never really cared for people— don’t get her wrong, she’s slept around here and there, but it never lead to any deep connection. Honestly, she typically based it all on personal aesthetics, it was most the casual ‘oh she’s cute, I wonder how good she’d look hooking up’ or ‘he’s hot enough’— and to be frank, she found almost everyone extremely boring. Well…
That was until you.
It had all been a coincidence, you happened to be dragged out and brought to the local club, where all the students from your college liked to linger around. It was all so new to you! The bright red lights, the constant hookers roaming around, the thick smell of weed and other narcotics, it had all been something so stark to your usual environments. You’ve been to your fair share of clubs before you graduated but this was a whole different experience!
The people were no different of course, they all seemed so talented in their own ways, niche musicians, published writers, even magazines designers, no one seemed to conform into a norm here. Especially the girl staring you down from the other side of the club.
Her red hairs glistened under the club lights, her arm being interlocked with another girl’s who had also been staring at you. She was beyond stunning, all her features managed to fit her facial structure perfectly, her sharp cat-like eyes, her soft glowing tan skin, even the slight eyebrow slit she bore on her right eyebrow was captivating. It almost seemed like you couldn’t take your eyes off of her— and she couldn’t either, periodically looking up at you, before looking at the black haired girl next to her and whispering.
“That must be her girlfriend…” You mumbled under your breath before reluctantly prying your eyes off of her, fixating your gaze over towards the bar, calling yourself another drink as your friends mingled with the others around the club.
From Lara’s point of view, you were equally as stunning, everything about you from the locks in your hair, to the shoes you wore, made her practically salivate. Something about you, the way you carried yourself, made you look like some meek little bunny, than a person. Completely different to all the other girls who would skim past her— you seemed like a pretty little thing she could mess with, and she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity. And of course she used poor Sophia as her lackey to get what she wanted.
“Hey.” Sophia spoke, her voice stern, grabbing onto your shoulders to tug you back, forcing all the attention onto the Filipina. “I’ve never seen you around here.” She stated, looking you up and done, in some weird way checking you out as well.
“Ah I’m new to the city, I moved here from—“ You spoke, immediately cut off by a cough let out by Sophia. “Yeah okay, that’s nice, you into girls?” She hurried asked, looking into your eyes and back to Lara who was staring the both of you down.
“Oh uhm! I guess you could say that? I like my fair share of pretty girls, but nothing too crazy—“
“Perfect, how do you feel about my friend there?” She pried rudely, using her thumb to point behind her and at the couch where the red-head sat. Lara who looked unamused gave you a half-assed smile before waving haphazardly. “She’s hot I guess?”
“You wanna meet her?” Sophia asked bluntly once more, indicating that the Indian to move over to her. Almost like a calling card, Lara got up and moved herself over towards you. “I— I never said that?!” You defended, sensing the presence of two gorgeous women a bit too overwhelming.
“Hey, who’s this?” Lara asked, clearly trying to mask her playful attitude, but failing miserably as she leaned her cheek over to the side of Sophia’s cheek. “She’s really cute, don’t’ ya’ think Soph?” The red haired tried desperately to forge a sense of indifference, when her attitude clearly didn’t match up, as she was the one begging Sophia to get your attention first.
“Yeah yeah, whatever the hell your name was, you should get to know my friend Lara, she’s quite the charmer.” Sophia cheered, lifting her hands up to present Lara’s face like a trophy before pulling it back down. “Promise you won’t regret it.”
And that’s how the night continued, you sat thigh to thigh next to the desi girl as you talked mindlessly about random topics she happened to be well versed at. Despite her playboy demeanor, she was actually a lot more intellectual than you gave her credit for. I mean, no one could really blame you as you were practically shoved around to talk to her, but nevertheless, she was fun to talk to.
As the night treaded on, you felt the alcohol seep into your body, your eyes more drowsy, and your attitude more cocky as you continued to talk to Lara. Practically knowing everything about her after a span of 2 hours as she was talking your ear off. Of course being as observant Lara had always been, your shift in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, finding it all the more difficult for herself drunken stare to refrain from being “normal”.
“So, you look like a nice girl…” Lara spoke, dragging her words as she carefully considered what she wanted to say, her eyes drifting from your eyes towards your torso and back to your face. “You don’t seem like a someone who’d like to sleep around…” She hinted, her voice devious as her hand slithered into your inner thigh, making you jolt for a moment. “So may I ask, why exactly are you entertaining me so much tonight?” She laughed, quickly snapping her hand away from your skin.
“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, lifting up the shot of tequila toward your lips, taking a delicate swing all the while remaining eye contact with the woman. “You just intrigued me Lara, your intentions seem so clear, yet so superficial at the same time.” You bluntly responded, inspecting her reaction as her eyebrow lifted into curiosity before returning back to her usual resting expression.
“I’m not an idiot Lara, I have a concept of context clues, why else would you ever admit to bringing Sophia over to get my attention.” You laughed, placing the shot glass harshly onto the table your gaze still fixated on hers, watching her almost like a hawk. Grabbing a tissue and wiping the edges of your mouth, Lara had even harder of a time constraining herself from jumping on you, but managed to keep herself intact by a thread.
She laughed loudly at your comment, before reaching her hand back out to cup your cheeks, gliding a thumb across the corner of your mouth before prying it slightly open. “Damn, you found me out fast, doll.” Lara responded, leaving your face heating up, leaving you giddy and a giggling mess as her thumb rested on your lower lip.
The tension between the both of you was palpable, almost as if no one could ever pull you both from the little world you created for yourselves. Despite the obnoxious light and the loud club music, you focus was forced onto her. She pulled her hand away from your face, but it only made you want her even more, the numerous shots of alcohol you took weren’t working in your favor either, you could barely even hide the restraint in your eyes as Lara stared you down. “I did?” You mumbled, pulling your face dangerously close towards her.
“You did.” Lara let out an intoxicating laugh, all the self restraint you had beforehand almost slipped away as her faced leaned into yours. You lifted free hand up and cupped her face, pulling her closer, hungry from her lips, her touch, everything she could offer, you craved dearly. You definitely caught her off guard, but she enjoyed it, pushing her lips onto yours she found it easier to kiss your plush lips than kissing and of her previous lovers.
You grabbed onto the hem of her shirt collar to pull her closer to you, her hands tightening the grip on yours inner thigh as you do so. The way you pushed her lips open with your tongue. The way you’d pull away and bite her lips to breath, the way your attitude completely shifted from before made her go feral. She’s never seen anyone the likes of you, and god was she desperately clinging onto more, never wanting this moment to end as you pried yourself off of her. “Shit…”
“You’re a lot different than I imagined.” Lara lightheartedly chuckled as her lips were sore from yours, pushing a hand on her hair to ruffle it for a moment. “I wonder, can you keep this attitude in bed, or will you fumble like everyone else I’ve tried sleeping with.”
Pulling her into your flat, you where enamored by the Desi girl, to the point that despite the fact your apartment hadn’t been all that far from the club, a 10 minute walk give or take— the whole walk had been awfully dreadful. Her teasing felt like the trip lasted for hours, trying your absolute hardest to control the fire boiling inside. You couldn’t keep your composure anymore, you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want to taste her, to feel her hands on yours, to feel your bodies intertwine with one another.
Pushing her frame onto the oak door, you hungrily leapt your lips onto her lips, pushing your tongue into her mouth as she cupped your face. In a state of hunger she didn’t know how to react, she didn’t know whether or not to push back into the kiss or let you do all the work. She just let it happen.
“You’re beautiful.” A hurried compliment as you pulled away from her. Lara was left staring at you in disbelief, just for you to pull back your attention to her neck as you left marking after marking, inching closer to her collarbone as she whimpered. “Fuck.”
She watched as you added mark after mark, on all the bits of exposed skin she bore, your hands slithered reaching over to the hem of her crop top as you slowly pulled to over her head. Revealing a lot more than what your intoxicated state imagined. “Holy shit, you look— fuck—“ You whispered into her ears as you adored every inch of her body.
Lara mentally thanked her genetics for making her brown, because only the lord knows how red she would’ve been at the moment. Her face was flushed with the mixture of embarrassment and alcohol as she snaked her hand onto your shoulders. Her k9s biting her lower lips as you brought your hands to the slider of her jean zipper. She was definitely not used to this, she was so used to doing all the work that everything now came out as a surprise.
“Hah…” Lara breathed, taking her hand and palming your nape as she pulled you closer once more, ravenously kissing your lips, she was stuck to you like glue. Lara’s breathing hitched as you slid down under, taking your index and middle finger to her clothed cunt, rubbing your fingers firmly against the bud. Your eyes fixated on hers as she grappled onto your shoulders, her acrylics almost digging into your skin, leaving you a heaving mess, desperately wanting to feel her.
Rubbing slowly against her core, you examined ever bit of her movement, the way she shook, the way she mumbled incoherent words into your ear, and the way she slowly but surely got even more soaked. “Shit— hah— fuck…” The red haired slurred, trying her hardest to keep up her cool girl facade as you dragged your fingers all over her clit. It was almost humorous the way she acted, from what you could tell you thought she was more… kept together, but a woman could only guess.
“Y/n please…” She mumbled biting her lip as her eyes were glued to your hand which was nestled nicely between her thighs. You continued putting friction between her legs, not bothering to take off her undergarments, watching her crumble under you was more than enough. Although the way she refused to look up at you made it a little irritatin— no, it made it really fucking irritating. “Y/N—“
“Fuck can you shut up and look at me?” You bit, your head pounding from the alcohol, making her jolt, jerking her head up to meet your face. ‘Shit I didn’t know she’d be like this’ Lara huffed in the back of her mind before following your orders.
“There you go pretty.” You smiled, a shift in your demeanor, the should shift made her almost release, but you slid fast enough before she could reach her edge. “Ah…” She groaned glossing her eyes back to you and back down as she saw the missing contact from her clothed cunt, “why’d you stop.” She mumbled.
Laughing to yourself, you stare at the red haired girl intently, her confident, self centered persona, faltered slightly, as her hair disheveled and the makeup around her eye smudged. You stood there for a moment, just gawking at the sight of her, she was ethereal, no more than that, she was heavenly, it almost made you want to devour her whole. But before you could push her further both of you perked up at the sound.
Whipping your head to the side, you heard the apartment door lock jingle for a split second, before a huff went out on the other side. You look back at lara in some sick way you lived for this, seeing a pretty, confident girl crumble underneath you— and don’t get it twisted, you’d love to continue, but right now it looked like god had other plans. You practically shot out, pulling yourself away from her as your eyes darted to the door.
“Fuck, it’s my roommate,” You drunkenly— albeit embarrassingly admitted, not wanting seem like a total loser. Your eyes sheepishly darted away from her, trying to hide the fact you felt humiliated knowing the only reason you couldn’t score was because you didn’t live alone. Rubbing the your palm to your nape you tried to hide your flustered expression, but any pretty girl could see right through you.
“Haha, embarrassing— cute! But embarrassing.” She laughed creating distance between you again, her hands running through her hair as she avoided looking into your eyes. Before you both could break the awkward tension building, the door finally latched open, your roommate finally tumbling inside, drunk out of her mind.
Her blonde curly locks shuffled as she poised her head up to take a good look at both you and Lara, as she haphazardly dropped plastic bags filled with alcohol down on the floor. Her face scrunched looking at Lara before your Latina roommate began bursting out wailing, no regard to the guest that was in the shared apartment. “Y/n! That son of a bitch ghosted me again!” She cried.
You look stare at your roommate Daniela, and back at Lara who was looking more visibly uncomfortable by the second, before back at your curly haired roommate. The Indian hurriedly excused herself, leaving her number on the coffee table, before Daniela crawled over to you. This would be a long night, not the one you where hoping for nor the one you asked for NOR the one you wanted, but it was definitely going to be a long night.
Ruru back on the scene after disappearing after so many months. I want to publish all my finished smut content, but now that I’m proof reading, a lot of it is very shameless and lowkey degenerate smh😞
I was wondering if you guys still wanted me to continue my G!P Idol x Reader or smut idol fanfics in general. It’s just forcing me into a personal moral dilemma.
sypnosis; being an OF wasn't that hard , one pic here and there , yet sometimes it intrigued who was these people—especially your top payer
cw; smut (!) , sw!reader , pervy Lara , swearing, , usage of degrading names , kinky shit , G!P Lara,not proofread, men do not interact!!
"what the fuck" you exhale as you take a look at your dms , one thing about being an OF model I guess — men will request the most outrageous shit ever
"fuck it" you say picking out one of the request— this one wasn't too bad oh! and it's made by your top payer
"wear my favorite lingerie?— not bad" you say , she payed like what thousands every month practically paying for your monthly dues
going to your closet and picking out one, which one pink? maybe red?— god it said your favorite why are you stressing it out
deciding on an simple pink one with ribbons , sighing out of relief — now all you have to do is shower and get the set up ready
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after setting up the cameras and most importantly the lingerie, you get into position and take pictures
"wait should I text this to her? or is it a him?" you never really knew the gender since Lara went on your page under an anonymous name
after the"photoshoot" you ofcourse had to edit them think of a caption and so many things
afterwards you sent it to her , thanking her for her donations
"hello!— i noticed you were my top payer, here's a little thanks 😉" and sent , now we wait?
ding!
ding!
"oh my gosh— thank youu , honestly love your content!!" she immediately replied which surprised you
i mean the way she types , is she a girl??
"welcomee , if it doesn't bother you are you a female??" you ask , confused
"female , why?—I'm Lara by the way" she replied right away so she had a lot of time in her hands
oh and Lara? is that why her user was just L?
"nothing! — I was just wondering" you replied
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a few days passed by , and Lara did not miss a single hour of donating
"hey—i was wondering how much I can uhm pay you to meet me in person?" Lara suddenly chats you
at first you were taken a back but after a little thought you decided to agree
"can you please show me pictures of yourself first?" you replied, yes you knew she was a girl but you can never be too sure
L sent three files
your phone rings , opening the photos you were stunned she looked beautiful, her eyes were like a siren calling out to you
"wow you're gorgeous" you replied
soon you were both planning out the day and time you would meet , you both settled for her apartment
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the day comes and your standing outside her apartment, you were strangely sweating and your heart raced
"hey—how are you" Lara says as she opens the door , she looked mesmerizing her arms were toned, her face was sculpted by god himself
"uhmm" she trails off , god did you just snoozed off
"oh uhm sorry! " you replied, she lets you in and you both settled at the living room , her apartment looked expensive, I mean considering she spent thousands on you she can probably spend millions alone
"drink?" Lara asks , handing you a glass with some nice wine in it , she took a sip out of hers god she looked hot
"thanks.." taking a sip aswell , it tasted spectacular, like expensive, fine wine
a little bit of chatting and talking about your interest , it truly felt like a date but it's weird since you know she pays to see you
maybe it was crazy that you got drunk because of wine , but your tolerance was as low as 0
you were checking her out shamelessly at this point, her fingers , her face gosh , your eyes trailed down to her thighs , wait is that a bulge?—she noticed you especially where you were looking
"why princess? , want to try?" she ask her voice was husky and laced with seductiveness
you couldn't think straight , you aren't straight that's one thing
you hadn't noticed how close you both were till you felt her hands on your waist hoisting you to sit on her lap
your arms wrapped around her nape , core perfectly aligned with her bulge — you were gonna lose it
"my pretty girl — tell me what you want" she purrs
"please" you pathetically whine against her , her lips found yours , her hands deftly removing your clothing till you were left with your undergarments
"shit" she whispers , she loved it truly
"don't stare" did you just get embarrassed?, you did this for a living selling pictures of your body
to make you comfy she removes hers aswell leaving herself in some boxers and sports bra
"gosh you look better in real life" she says , was that a compliment?
"i just didn't expect you to be whore outside OF aswell" now you're soaked , how can someone make you feel this way when they degrade you
slowly she removes your lacy undergarments , her fingers finding your swollen clit begging for attention
"so wet , how nasty of you" she snickers
you whine , god your head felt fuzzy from her words and her fingers , have mercy on me Lara
"your cunt is so tight" she tsks , as her fingers probe your insides
by this point moans fill her house , you gently rock back and forth on her fingers seeking pleasure
until you felt her pull out her fingers at first you whined earning you a deep chuckle from the indian
you felt a much more bigger thing replace it — god was that her shit .it felt amazing the stretch that her tip kissed your cervix
"faster please" you moan , as she started bouncing you on her , you started blushing and sweating out of pure pleasure
her hands snaking around your breast taking one in her mouth , swirling her tounge around it
"gonna fill you up" she pants , hemr moans mix with yours as she keeps a brutal pace , the knot in your stomach quickly getting tighter
"please fill me up!!" you moan pathetically
"such a fuckin' whore for me" she breathes out before finally painting your insides
you silently scream—she prolonged your orgasm until you felt exhausted
pulling out of you , Lara took a look at your cunt dripping with her cum
"beautiful" she says before carrying you to her bed resting you there
"are you okay?" her kind demeanor now back
"yes thank you" you replied
"okay that's good— take a nap , I'll wake you up when dinners ready" she says smiling at you
Can you do a perv g!p Sakura x innocent fem 6th member?? I honestly can’t describe anymore lol so yea 😭
Idol!Miyawaki Sakura (g!p) x Idol!reader
Sakura has gotta be the most perverted mf you’ve ever lived with, she’s stealing your shit, thinking about you, all the while she’s rubbing one out. She also literally can’t keep her hands to herself, and needs to be checked out for like brain damage or something.
cw: smut, porn with plot (pervy!sakura, dubcon?, creampies, riding, mentions of hentai, dom!kkura, cumplay, thigh fucking, eating out), not proofread, naive!reader, reader is part of lesserafim but generally only lives with sakura
Sakura Miyawaki, being generally the same age as her, you thought you’d both have a lot in common, I mean at face value you both did. You loved music, started your career at a young age, was more secluded from the rest of the functioning world than others, loved manga and anime alike, everything was so compatible between the two of you! It was almost a match made in heaven when it was time to choose the dormitory situations, and you both chose each other of course.
Naturally having moved in together, the first few weeks weren’t all that bad as you found yourself hanging out with her a lot more. Either that be cooking together after a long practice, sitting on her lap while she played overwatch, and even helping her out with the laundry and such. You thought all was going well until suddenly after all those affectionate moments and bonding times, she abruptly stopped hanging around you. Being more reclusive day by day, and being glued on her phone, or glued on her computer, completely ignoring your existence in the dormitory.
This was also around the same time some of your nick-nacks went missing, for example it was something small like maybe a hair tie you left on the counter, or even towels you left outside to dry after a shower. It wasn’t all that concerning cause you could always get another towel or hair tie, but you found it especially odd that even some of your clothes and undergarments went missing.
Whenever you asked your sweet darling roommate about it, she’d brush it off, saying something along the lines of. “Oh look at you being forgetful again!” Or “Maybe Yunjin or Zuha took em’ you know how they are.” Only for the missing items to return back to its rightful spot days later, as if nothing had ever happened.
But don’t fret, she was still that lovable older sister figure whenever you where on set, or whenever you did shots with the other girls, making sure the coddle you the most in front of other people. She would’ve even chew other people out whenever they tried coming close to you, almost as if she was a guard dog protecting her precious bone. Which made your emotions conflict even more whenever you’d arrive back home and try to be friendly, just for her the shoo you away and retreat back to her room to play games or whatever.
You genuinely thought she hated you all of the sudden behind closed doors, although little did you know that presumption was oh so wrong. She didn’t want you to know that whenever those bedroom doors lock, Sakura would pull out the latest new item she’d stolen from you and take a whiff of your scent off of it.
If it was something that was easily moveable, she would wrap it around her thick length, while reading one of those filthy mangas she loved so much, thinking it was you fucking yourself on her dick, instead of this uncomfortable towel fabric. She had no common decency, having no concern that she was cumming all over your stuff, while reading hentai, while thinking about you. Sakura literally didn’t even care if you heard you or not, even when you are at home, working on your journal or something, she’s groaning out your name.
Even then you were so concerned that you did something wrong, that you started going out and getting groceries to cook for her every night. Sometimes being so exhausted from practice you’d cook her a nice hot meal she’d love so much, and pass out on your bed. Sakura noticed all your efforts but instead of telling you that she was never mad in the first place, she’d continue the charade and let you do girlfriend things to please her and make her happy again, just because it turned her on even further.
She wanted to see how far you could go to make her happy, that she started calculating every speech and movement she did to see if you’d pay attention to what she wanted you to do. Moreover, Sakura had learnt these tactics from one of her highly exploitative mangas, using typical methodical porn tactics to fuck with your innocent little brain.
Sakura would subtly hint that she wasn’t gonna be mad at you, unless you started wearing those skimpy maid dresses that she bought you. And being the innocent people pleaser you were, you’d change out of your normal house clothes into the ones she gave you, under the guise it was “normal japanese pajamas.” Not being as chronically online as her, you thought nothing of it, slowly starting to wear the costumes she got you…all the time.
She felt like she was living her most deprived fantasies through you, for her, you were practically just a walking sex doll she couldn’t touch, not just yet. After all of this, she was starting to warm up to you again, little did you know this was all part of the plan to get you fucked up on her.
Ever single moment you spent trying to please her, the harder she got by the moment, it was hard to keep her boner under wraps whenever you’d wear those cute little short skirts while you sat nicely on her lap. Or how she’d subtly grind, and dry hump your ass whenever you were bent down cooking in the kitchen. All of these factors where things you choose to ignore because this was all for your precious roommate.
Sakura, being the perverted oldest she was, would sneak into your room at night, and take raunchy photos whenever she could whenever you slept. All to scurry back to her bedroom and use it as fap material once more.
It all came to a boiling point when you were rubbing your ass against her innocently, during one of her classic shooter gaming sessions. Her microphone which was on while she talked with her other teammates, was all of the sudden off. She began to place the headphone down onto the desk slowly letting it rest it atop the table.
With a lack of communication she lifted your waist off her hips and back down onto the exact placement of her rager was “Fuck Y/N baby, I can’t hold it anymore, don’t you know how hard you make me?” Sakura would bite back, watching you grind over her cock slowly, urging you to feel her.
“Kkura—! What the hell are you doing? Let go of me, it feels weird.” You’d plead, not liking the sensation it was bringing you whenever your cunt would graze upon her fabric boxers. Which was the only thing she would wear whenever she’d asked you to sit on her lap.
It didn’t make the situation better when you realized her hardened cock covered in a light piece of fabric, was making direct contact with your underwear as you had been forced to put on such skimpy skirt. The friction causing you to dig your nails into her knees, causing a halt to any further movement, this obviously ticked Sakura off, as her hands slid their way to her waist, digging into your skin harshly.
“Shit, don’t stop moving you dumb fuckin’ whore, your the one who’s been making me feel this way all the time, don’t you think I need a little compensation?” Sakura groaned, pulling down her boxers to reveal her hardened cock, she didn’t take a single second of waste, before sliding it in between your thighs and right in front of you slick panties, which was damp with wetness from your cunt. Instead of fucking you brainless here and now she wanted to take her sweet time.
Slowly thrusting into your thighs like a dirty dog, she leaned you over her keyboard as she continued to pleasure herself. Using your plush thighs almost like a fuck toy, she was letting out the purest, loudest groans she could ever formulate. The way her length worked its way in and out of your thighs as she held you up, fucking into you, letting the precum build on top of the tip of her cock, made the dampness of your panties darken. “Kkura, wait this is wrong— we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Well you shoudnt have been teasin’ me this whole time bitch. Walking around all dolled up with those dresses I gave you— hah, fuck that’s good.” She groaned, unable to finish her words as she quickened her pace, working her way into your thighs, only imagining if it was your sweet pussy instead, but cumming on your thighs was good too. “Oh shit! Fuck!” She grunted out, rutting into your thighs.
Her cum splattered all over your stomach and thighs, fucking slowly into you as she finished, her wet, sticky, fluids plastered all over your freshly cleaned body made you sick to your stomach. You didn’t know your roommate, let alone your member was capable of doing something like this, despite repeatedly telling her not to. Before you had time to react and wipe all the shit off of you, she’s pulling your panties down hungrily.
“Sakura! Enough!” You pleaded with her, all the while she’s rolling her eyes at your demands, because how can a slut like you ask for anything. Sakura brings you up and pushed you down on the desk, having no concern that your tits are literally resting on the keyboard and your face is almost pushed up against the monitor screen. She’s been waiting for this moment her whole entire life, but she isn’t cruel, she wants to get you prepped up before she fucks you so good you can’t walk anymore.
Bringing her face down to your pussy, she begins to do soft kitten licks onto the folds, examining each and every crack as she spreads you wide open. Her tongue darting into wherever it can, trying to bring all the juices out from you as a sort of lubricant for what she was going to do next. Finally after eating you out for what seemed like hours, and letting you cum on her tongue a couple of times, she left one last kiss before pulling away. “Mhm baby, I think you’re all ready now.” Due to your own pleasure you failed to notice how she was jerking herself off every time she made contact with your pussy, cumming whenever you were, completely just enthralled with the view.
Bringing herself back up and lining her dick into your entrances, she lets out a low, instinctual growl, before slowly pushing herself in. The mix of your already overstimulated body, and her unexplainable girth, caused you to shake uncontrollably, your head peeking up when she fully bottomed herself out into you. “Ah! Fuck— mmpfh— Kkura!”
Your words were slurred, her name rolling off your tongue so easily, with every thrust a new hiccuped moan would intervene. The noises of skin slapping one another, and the gushes of your inside made Sakura want to bust in you then and there, though, she desperately wanted to hear more of you. Sakura rolled her eyes back from how nicely you were taking her at that moment, pounded into you until it was nothing but your voice calling out to her that filled the room.
“Shit, your so tight, fuckin’ whore” She grunted underneath her breath, each word following a harsh slam into your cervix. Her breathing became more rugged as she continued, the pounding less calculated, and the knot in your stomach threatened to unwind. Taking a fist full of your hair into her palms, Sakura pushed your head onto the monitor screen, giving her the ability to push deeper into your guts you didn’t know she could reach.
Your body, one that was once filled with so much pain and discomfort, was now truly fully consumed with pleasure and ecstasy. The squelching noises filled the room, her names rolled off your tongue so easily, “Saku, mhm…”
She had no choice but to use this as leverage, maybe even confirmation that you wanted this too, her boner twitching at the thought of doing this again, and again… and again. Sakura, pulled her hands up towards your face and inserted her fingers into your mouth, as you felt her climax come closer and closer.
Your hips grinded all over hers, liking the way her dick warmed up every single inch of you, until your felt your knees buckle at the sensation. “Mpphm!” You moan out, your sounds muffled by Sakura, as her fingers where still pushed into to base of your tongue, making you unable to formulate coherent sentences. Your juices coating her member, leaving a slight stream of wetness running down your leg as Sakura fucking you through your high.
“Good girl, cum— cum for me baby.” She groaned, continuing to fuck into your overstimulated cunt until she reached her sweet release. With a few more heavy slams, you felt Sakura’s ruthless rhythm falter, she took the primal instinctive to pull you up by your hair, watching you intently as she dumped the rest of her cum inside of you.
Pushing your lips together as she bottomed you out, still yanking at your hair, she let a glob of spit run into your mouth as she pulled away. Pushing your head down to the monitor once more as she got up, and off of you, the sensation of her living your gummy insides sent a shiver down your spine, but you where too fucked out of your mind to comment on that. “Fuckin’ slut, took this long to fuck you when you clearly wanted it as much as I do.”
She stood up and grabbed her boxers, pulling them back onto herself before taking in the sight in front of her. The roommate and bandmate she so desperately wanted to fuck for months, was sprawled onto her gaming desk like this was an artwork in itself. “Shit bitch you look good like this, get ready for tomorrow, I wanna do this again.” She chirped, leaning down to look at your dazed state before leaving a peck on your forehead, pulling away and scurrying out of the room like nothing happened.
the praise coming from you is diabolical, I literally love your fics, you and @/pupyuj have been my biggest unironic inspiration for smut fics… #imcreaming #alwaysmeetyourheros
do you also do sub!idol or just dom? If sooo I have some freaky requests to send 🤭🤭
YESS!! Someone finally asked me this😫😫
girl let me get this straight I’ll do pretty much everything… sub!idol dom!idol top, bottom girl idgaf! I’m freaky as fuck, hell I’ll even do dom x dom if you guys ask me too
what I’m trying to say is, don’t be shy asking me to do something I haven’t written before!!! Be free!!!
Hear me out… evil Lara from katseye who denies you everytime ur close👀👀
obsessed with ur manon fic btw
heheheheheh thank you!! I literally pulled a brain muscle writing that manon smut fic, I think it damaged my amygdala, but regardless!! thank you, and here you go. (I’m in love with evil Lara)
heyoo loved your Manon fic so much , can i request brat tamer Lara?? maybe cause she was jelous of how you acted with the other members 7th!member reader plspslsp , love you soo much tyy
Idol!Lara x Idol!Reader
hehehe… okay listen— after ignoring poor Lara for the whole day because you and the others were planning a surprise for her, she finally snaps and confronts you. Being her best friend you didn’t know she’d get this livid at your actions, but the world works in mysterious ways.
cw: smut (birthday sex, fwb, fingering, cunilingus, semi public, dom!lara), porn with some plot, establish relationship(best friends), not proofread
‘Are you a fucking idiot’ was a sentence that replayed in Lara’s head over and over again, even before practice started. For no apparent reason, but to piss her off, you’ve been such a prick ever since you’ve woken up. Firstly, you didn’t even have the courtesy to wish Lara a happy birthday when you got up, and decided to completely ignore her. Which was already a red flag, but being Lara, she just shrugged it off, maybe you’d just woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
You also left her completely in the dust that morning, deciding that it would’ve been so much easier if you just left to practice without her, therefore arriving earlier to practice than anyone else.s Once again, Lara, being unbothered like she usually was, shrugged it off under the guise that maybe this was all just a well formulated plan to surprise her for her birthday! Although she couldn’t deny she was getting pretty agitated seeing both you and Daniela getting a little too close for comfort.
Maybe it was the fact you’d laugh a little too hard at her jokes, or maybe it was the fact that you’d cut Lara off mid sentence to bring up something you and Daniela did months ago. It was actually getting really annoying, because poor Lara would just try to include herself into the conversation, and then off you went blabbering about something that was sooo funny to Daniela, but suddenly a secret when Lara wanted to know.
Resting a hand out next to your mouth to cover your lips moving, whispering something into Daniela’s ear, Lara felt a weird surge of agitation course through her veins. She wasn't necessarily mad, she just found no real reason why you would need to be so close to her, especially now, when today was supposedly supposed to be all about her.
In your defense, you thought this was a full proof plan, see, you weren’t exactly the best at hiding secrets, especially with Lara, as she loved prying out every little detail of information out of everyone. So considering that you and the other girls had planned a whole surprise birthday party beforehand just for her, you decided that maybe it was for the best to ignore her completely. Therefore, you wouldn’t be able to spill the beans on anything, when you weren’t in contact with her!
And to your luck, it actually did work! Although it didn’t help with the fact you where all over Daniela, touching her curls, fixing her makeup, offering to give her your jacket after practice, all of things which you normally did with Lara. This anger grew so much to the point even the other members could see it radiating off of her, Manon, who usually kept herself busy and out of any altercation with any of her members, felt like her duty as the oldest to comfort Lara. Only for her to be shoved away as Lara stormed off to good knows where to do god knows what.
Manon, with her impeccable social skills, picked up up Lara’s behavior, asking you to seek her out, because of course, it wouldn’t be a secret birthday, without the birthday girl. So of course you complied, exploring around the building to look for her.
You opened the door to the washroom only to be met with her staring you down from the mirror, not even turning her neck around to check you out. Despite her already natural RBF, something about her set off alarms in your head, at this moment in time she looked beyond aggrieved, she looked like at any moment she was going to pounce on you.
In a docile manner, you inched closer to her, unable to wrap around your head why she looked so upset. You managed to come close enough to pat her shoulders, before she violently whipped back around, pushing you away from her. “Fuck— Don’t touch me Y/N, are you a fucking idiot?” Lara barker, turning her body fully towards you, both of your gazes eye level to one another.
Rightfully confused, you tried to plead your case with her, not understanding the severity of the issue. “What are you talking what Lara? I’m here to comfort you since Manon—“
“See there you go again, always talking about other people, what happened to me huh? What happened to talking with me, y’know, your fucking best friend?!” She bit back, cutting you off completely as she pushed herself closer towards you, from the look of it, she looked like she was on the verge of crying, or maybe even beating the shit out of you.
You felt terrible, not knowing that ignoring her would make such an impact on her, wanting nothing more than to comfort her. “I didn’t mean too!— it’s just that… well y’know…” You tried your best explaining to you, your reasoning just falling flat as she came inches away from you. Besides the fact you were both around the same height, her glare almost always seemed to scare you straight.
“No. I don’t know.” She bit back, rubbing her fingering through her hair, her acrylics tangling itself with her crimson hair. “What’s with you and Daniela anyways? You’re suddenly all up in her ever since today— is this just a scheme to piss me off?”
“No! I would never!” Trying to plead your case once more, only to be met with Lara digging her nails into the collar of your jersey-esc shirt, tugging you closer towards her. Rightfully so, your breath hitches at her actions, finding her sudden change in habits highly alarming, understanding she was never really like this until today. “Ack! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by it! I’ll make up for it, Lara, please I promise!”
“You didn’t mean anything bad by it? You really think I’ll believe the shit you’re spewing from your mouth right now?— Y’know what, I don’t forgive you.”
“Prove that you’re sorry, and I’ll maybe consider believing you.”
So you did just that, you spent a good 10 minutes trying to convince her that you really were sorry, whilst she was backing you up into one of the bathroom stalls. Lara nodded at each and everyone of your poorly made excuses, that you most definitely created on the spot, watching as beads of sweat trickled down your face as you told more and more lies. Of course, being as perceptive she was, she didn’t believe a single one, only getting more and more tired of your lies.
She took it into her own hands to shut you up, pinning you against the door of the bathroom stall, digging her lips angrily onto yours. Pulling away slightly to bite your lower lip with a scowl, “Your a really terrible liar you know that right?”
And with that, she slithered her hands over your bare stomach that you did nothing to hide, while she jerked her hands closer and closer underneath your loosely fitted baggy jeans. Finally gaining leverage under the waistband of your pants, she slid her hands under atop your crotch. Rubbing her index and middle finger around your clothed clit, feeling no need to take off your undergarment since you already felt so soaked.
Jolting in surprise, you rested your hands atop her shoulders in a way, trying to pry her off of you, feeling the sensation growing in your lower regions unbearable. She was your best friend, best friends don’t do things like this, and it made it all the more embarrassing knowing you where doing this at the company’s building’s bathroom. “Hah, oh my god— Wait!”
Your pleading worked to no degree, as she continued rubbing around your bud, feeling your underwear dampen from your wetness. She watched every single detail you could give her, the way your breath hitched when she continued to rub, or your sniffled moaning due to the stimulation.
Moaning her name repeatedly, trying to get her to quicken up her pace, only fueled her further. Removing contact from your clit, you whimpered at the loss of contact, right before she moved her hands into your underwear, fucking her fingers into you, leaving you with another surge of pleasure. Your grip onto her shoulders, moreover the grip you had on her thick jacket, tightened, almost letting your acrylics pierce into the fabric from how tightly you were holding her. “Shit, your gonna stab me with those, can you calm down?”
She took that as a sign that you where in fact, enjoying this as much as she did, giving her more confirmation to finger your gummy walls until you where nothing but a mess in front of her. Feeling how relentless she was, pushing in and out, you felt your walls on the verge of collapsing. She took that into consideration before pushing her lips back onto yours, the hunger in her eyes was palpable.
Her tongue pushing through your lips, begging for entrance, all the while continuing to fuck you silly with her fingers. A combination of the two, made you ALMOST come undone, “Lara, ple… please— M’ so close” you pleaded. Which would’ve been enough to let her fuck you to completion, if it wasn’t the fact you were pissing her off the whole day.
So without a moments notice, she ripped her fingers out of you, and pulled away from your hungry tongue, begging to taste all of her. Quite literally leaving you high and dry and you begging her to keep going, “Hah— Huh? Why’d you stop… I was so close?” Your voice was as curious as a cat, trying to ignore the mischievous glint in her eyes when she pulled away. “Good girls don’t get to cum do they? Idiots like you only get this.”
And with that, she pecked you on the cheek softly, before pushing you away from the bathroom stall door. “So be a good girl tonight, and maybe you’ll get a surprise.” Lara waved herself off, leaving you standing at the corridor of the bathroom in disbelief, looking as disheveled as before. Wanting to confront her, but knowing you were in no position to do so.
In return you did as you were told trying to suck up to Lara as best as you could, while still being wrapped around Daniela, as she was the one who originally planned the party. Which of course, didn’t go well with Lara once more, because she was under the presumption you knew what was wrong, and going back to your old schemes made it all the more agitating. You left with Daniela early, to set up the whole party at the dormitory, leaving, Manon, Sophia, Megan and Yoonchae, alone with a very annoyed Lara. They knew about the whole suprise, but they also knew that it was not a good idea to mess with an angry Scorpio.
Lara was so ready to beat your ass when her and the 4 other girls arrived to the dormitory, but was in an extremely pleasant surprise when she was greeted with all the girls singing her happy birthday, while you help up a cake for her to munch on. So her assumption was right! This was all for a surprise, though she was still a bit angry from before, but nothing a good party couldn’t fix.
The party was everything she could ask for, lots of gifts, surrounded by people she loved, and people who loved her, it was all so extraordinary. Lara was having the time of her life; dancing with new folk she’s just met, and feeling the beat of the music scroll through her. Well— that was true in the first half until she glanced back at you, your arms still clung around Daniela as you talked to her about how well the party was going. Lara who thought that you got the message, felt like now was the best time to finally enact her lesson upon you, to knock some sense into you.
Stomping towards you and yanking you by your wrist as the party continued, the music blaring as Daniela was left in shock my Lara’s actions. Pushing through the crowd of people Manon and Megan had the pleasure of inviting, all to celebrate Lara’s coming of age, she ignoring the ‘Happy birthday”s and simple pleasantries. Finally dragging you into the shared dormitory space where you both roomed together.
She spent no time on getting you undressed, pushing you down onto the bed as her knee pushed your thighs to separate from one another. As her knee dug softly onto your bud, still clothed with your underwear, she felt your body create a wet spot from your actions.
“L—Lara, don’t tease me please” You speak breathlessly, as she’s pulling her knee away and bringing her face down to your crotch, slowing pulling down your underwear. Tangling your hands into her soft red hair, as the sounds of muffled talking and EDM blasting through the living room speakers, was still blaring as loud as ever.
Lara, who had to raise her voice a bit, didn’t seem impressed by you, nor your actions “Tease you? Baby you don’t even know the meaning of that yet.” She’d laugh, ripping down your underwear all the way down to your ankle. And of course, she was definitely going to show you what it means to truly be teased, even if that meant getting caught by the other members.
She rested her hands atop your thighs, stopping them from crushing her in, as her nails bore into your skin. Urging you to stop being so childish and let her eat you out, bringing her tongue to your slit and pushing down a glob of spit onto it.
Brushing her tongue over your bud and around your folds, she took now time into leaving sloppy kisses on it, even bringing her tongue between your folds to get the most reaction out of you. “Don’t stop—please— fuck! That’s so good.” You groan, grabbing onto her hair in a bunch as you plead her to go quicker.
And she complies, licking and making out with your cunt until your a moaning mess, having nothing else to say but her name. Your worlds more like blabbers, as she continued to use her tongue to fuck you, pulling herself away was a chore, seeing how drunk off of you she was. Only creating some distance to tell you how great your being“Good girl baby, just like that, tell the whole world who you belong too.”
“You! Lara, You!” You scream out, still gripping tightly onto her red hair, as her nose rests between your folds, sucking on your glands, your legs subconsciously hooking over her shoulder in immense pleasure. She knew you came closer towards the edge as your body responded so highly to her touch, and the way you were so soaked, all indicated to the fact you came closer to your high.
She took one glance at you with her piercing gaze, her mouth still wide eating around your folds and into anything that was making you worm in pleasure, before prying her lips off of you. “What—” Just before you high could ever come, you tried pushing her back down to no avail, she wasn’t going to continue. “You really thought I’d let you cum that easily? After all the shit you put me through this whole day? You must be really fucked in your brain to ever think that then.”
Without another single notice, she brings herself back up, and kisses your plum lips, digging her mouth that was previously all over your cunt, into your lips. Her tongue demanding for entrance, her dominant hand snake back down to your slit, rubbing the bud once more as her kiss stops you from moaning too loudly.
Still sensitive from before, it only took a few moments of rubbing and soft moaning into her mouth, until your on the verge of letting the walls of pleasure crash down. And being the mean girl Lara was, she immediately pulled her hand away, leaving you in tears as you needed to release soon. “Wh—Why! Please Lara, I’ve been such a good girl, please!” You plead once more, although from the mischievous look in her eyes, she was enjoying the show that was unwinding right in front of her, having no real reason to stop now.
“Awh, princess, you really did need this don’t you? Since you did say you’re just, such, a good girl, maybe I’ll let you cum, alright?” Pretending to have some sympathy for you, she bringing her fingers down into your entrance, fucking you slowly to prep herself. Her slow ins and outs of your cunt, sounded like heaven, considering how wet you were previously, no amount of music or speaking could make her ignore how delicious you sounded.
Her fingers pounded into you harshly, the speed picking up into unexplainable speed, watching you unwind every time it slid back into your warm cunt. “Fuck— you take me so well, couldn’t expect anything less from a needy bitch.” She growled, her fingers fucking into you faster, instead of watching how nicely you sucked her middle and ring finger into you, she brought her gaze back at you. Watching as you scrunch your face in pleasure, and how little drops of drool covered your lips, letting it glisten under the dim lights.
Your moaning became unbearably loud, threatening to expose the both of you to the rest of the party goers, she immediately pushed her lips back to yours. “Mmphf” Shutting you up momentarily as her fingers continued at a high stable speed. Your cords only able to faintly speak some coherent words, and that was “Cum— M’ cumming!”
This time she didn’t pull away, digging her tongue deeper into your mouth as she continued to fuck you dumb with her fingers. Letting you cum all over her as she still pushed in and out and brought you through your high. Your chest heaving up and down as her pace slowed down significantly, but she didn’t pull away.
Breaking away from your kiss, her fingers still resting inside of you, she laughed at the mess she created at this moment. “My, you really did make such a terrible mess here baby.” Lara giggle at you, you slowly nodded as you were coming down from your high, trying to pull away from her to put your clothes back on, only to be met with her fingers pumping into you once more.
“Where do you think you going huh?” Lara chuckled, leaving you to jolt at her touch to your overstimulated state. “We aren’t done until I get every single drop from you.”
And with that you knew you were in for a long, long night, with or without the party going on outside.
I physically could not get myself to write this fic, GAWD I freak myself out when I write katseye x reader smut for some reason😕
give us some idols and some tropes/kinks you like!!!! i’ll send a dozen jeje
hehe, I’m glad you asked anon 😫😫!!
honestly I’m just a deprived girl who’s down for anything, you give me a prompt I’d write it! I believe that if it’s a valid kink than there’s no need to kink shame cause… girl same! but of course, your girl has some personal picks, but honesty I don’t really have anything that I deem to outlandish.
So if you have a generally good prompt (and if it’s something that’s actually really interesting) I’d write about it like there was no tomorrow^^
oh my days brother, just think about how much of a fiend she is when it comes to surfer!reader she met while filming the music video for “debut” in Columbia. like she leaves abruptly during her part of the MV, just so she can be between your legs. just absolutely devoting her time to you— oh and don’t you worry that won’t be the last time!
cw: obvious smut (r!receiving, cunnilingus, semi!public sex, foul mouth reader, fingering), porn with some plot, fem!reader, reader is somewhat a tan queen, reader is a Spanish speaker, not proofread
There was just something about you to Manon, it wasn’t anything extraordinary, you just happen to catch her eyes constantly, maybe it was the Columbia air, or something about you just looked so good. Even when her other members tried to snap her attention off of the beach where you stood, zipping up your wetsuit ready for another casual surf on the beach, Manon was unable to pull her gaze away.
It had been about maybe, 6 even 7 reshoots of one specific part, give or take, where she constantly messed up her part of the choreography, because she was still hung up on you. At every moment she got, she trailed your body as you came out of the sea soaking wet, your hair damp, and your skin glistening, it made her miss every single beat. Truly, it wasn’t until her leader, Sophia, had quite literally knocked her to her senses, for her to actually get her part right. It was so bad to the point Sophia had to pry Manon away from the camera’s to scold her, telling her that if she didn’t get her act up, that someone would have to eventually cut her out of the MV.
“Come on’ Manon. We are all trying here, so whatever is going on with you and the beach you keep looking at— just get it together alright? You know what, just take 5’ alright, get your thoughts together, and then we’ll call you over okay?” Sophia spoke sullenly, it was clear to Manon that her poor leader was exhausted, and it made her conclude that there was only one way to solve this issue! If she were to be able to talk to that person who’s been catching her attention for hours at this point, maybe she’ll forget about the whole ordeal and focus.
Biting the bullet, and reassuring herself that she would miss all the shots she doesn’t take, she scurried her way over towards the beach. Searching around to see your figure whom was walking out of the communal showers after getting out of your wetsuit, and your regular dry clothes, it was apparent you were about to leave. Manon, who had no intention of letting such a bronze beauty go, pounced over to you, her face lighting up when she inched ever so closely.
“Ah wait— you! You there!” She called out, pointing her hands over to you as she ran closer, of course, since you really just came here to surf, you where taken aback by such a beautiful woman strutting her way over to your vicinity. “Ay— I mean… Tú ahí! Ven aquí!” The woman spoke in her very clearly broken Spanish.
Pointing at yourself, you looked around the area to see if she was referring to anyone else, but it was mostly likely directed at you as it seemed like she was running towards you. “Ah, me? You…you’re talking to me?” Manon nodded at your inquiry when she finally caught up to you, with your surfboard still gripped in one hand, and your other equipment in one hand, you tried your best to wave back at her.
She was out of breath, like she ran a marathon, Manon let out a long winded sigh, before fixing herself up. “Oh you— you speak English!”
“Well yes, but may I ask why you’re calling for me? Did I forget something on the beach, mi meil?”
Manon, who was now dancing circles in her head, regrading her composure after being completely whipped for you, not wanting anything more, (not to be crude or anything) but to be between your legs right now. She doesn’t waste anytime, knowing that sooner or later she’d have to back on set filming the music video that quite frankly, she didn’t care about right now.
“No it’s uh, it’s not that. You’re just so stunning I couldn’t get my eyes off you for awhile now and…”
Abruptly cutting her off on that comment with a light chuckle, finding it quite humorous that’s all she had to say, but quite in awe at her lethal face card, you too, unknowingly didn’t want her to leave your sights so soon. “Well thank you so much pretty girl, I could say the some about you! So, you, your single?”
“Yea!— I mean, yes I am, why may you ask?”
“You look, interested in me? Ah I mean— sorry that may be wrong, but people here are very straightforward, so I assumed you may had intend the same.” You admitted, not wanting to come off as snarky or insensitive, but truly meaning no harm to your words. Luckily for you, Manon was an expert at picking up social cues, and somewhat understood what you were putting down.
“No your completely right, your gorgeous, I wanted to just get your number so like, I could have some way of contacting you. You catch my drift?”
See that’s how it started, it was innocent, and you hadn’t minded spending your time with a beautiful woman for a few days in a row because she could only stay in Columbia for so long. Everything was slow, until it wasn’t, from what began as a friendship turned out to be nothing but a way to relieve her stress after another day of shooting.
Manon was so sweet in the beginning, offering to bring you over to the set while she was filming, showing you the inside and outs of the music industry. Even letting you be a backgrounder for a main shot which included her and her other 5 members, always making it apparent that she wanted to be near you every waking moment. Which was both endearing and suspicious as you’ve only met her for maybe 5 days at maximum.
It was all friendly really until you offered to stay with her alone at the backstage during her one off break, where things truly took a turn. She had finished a shoot and wanted to have another lighthearted conversation with you, without all her nosy members butting in, which had lead you to be in the makeup room that was all the way in the back of the building the company she worked for rented.
Manon, who knew her time was limited with you, had grew tired of waiting for you to make the next move again, and wanted to hurry this up so she could regain into her focus once more. As you spoke about your tales at sea, and dangerous waves you conquered by sheer luck, you dismissed the way her hands slithered around your inner thigh.
You tried to wave it off like it was just your hormones talking, but sadly you were unable to deny the heaving in your chest as she brought her face closer towards yours. It wasn’t long until you were sitting on one of the vanity desk, pinning up against a mirror and Manon, kissing her lips hungrily like it was the first meal you’ve had in days. Both of your hungers consumed each other, as suddenly you allowed entrance of her tongue into your mouth, dancing with hers as fisted a bundle of her shirt.
She needed to feel every inch of you so badly, she wasn’t even trying to pry off your jeans as this point, she just swiftly slid her fingers to unbutton and unzip as best she can before gliding her fingers into your undergarments. She rubbed your bud for a bid, creating a decent amount of slick from her fingers. “Hah, you’re a lot more easy than I imagined you’d be.” Manon giggled to herself before prepping you for her fingers, slowly inserting two, in a very agonizing pace, almost as if she was teasing you.
Gripping onto her shoulders in a mix of discomfort and anticipation, she could’ve swore you were digging so far deep into her skin to either leave cute or dents from where you held yourself. She found the way you winced your eyes in pain almost like a spectacle to her, finding it more amusing as she slowly, but surely made her way into fucking both her index and middle finger into you.
The sounds of your moaning and squelching of her fingers gliding in and out of you so easy was music to her ears, she wanted to hear more, she needed to feel more. She quickened her pace at unbelievable speeds, being a dancer and singer really did something to her stamina and speed as she didn’t slow down one bit. Fucking her fingers into your delicious tightness, she didn’t know where to focus, whether it be the way your hips buckled and grinded to the rhythm of her fingers, or how your body arched more and more when you came undone. (Maybe even when your body writhed whenever you’d suck her fingers up so quickly.)
It was all too much, it would be an understatement if you said it was just good, “Yeah good girl baby, you can come.” She would whisper foul words just like that as she’d let you unravel yourself all over her digits, fucking you through your high continuously as she wanted to see how tour faced looked again while she fingered you towards your high.
But knowing her, that wasn’t enough, she needed more, to taste how delectable you were. Manon, who had the stamina of course, of a dancer, didn’t even let you calm down from your high as she slid her fingers out of you with a sharp pop, reaching over to her fingers seeing the mess you made all over her.
Putting her fingers into your mouth to muffle your quiet mewls, she brought her face down at your bud, and gave it gentle kitten licks. Loving the taste of you as you just finished, making it all the easier to taste you, as your hips buckled by the sensation of pain from the previous high, you tried connecting your thighs together to stop her from licking. To no avail as she dug her nails into your plush thighs and spreader you open once more.
It took her no time to eat you out as your gripped onto the edge of the vanity to form some sort of stability between the both of you. Grabbing her knotless boho braids, trying to pry her off of you gently, but not enough to mess up her newly done hair, knowing you’d be told off by her from how long she spent getting it done. You pleaded with her to stop as you felt tingly and it hurt a lot, and that you were sore or whatever.
“Wait— hah— Manon! Stop, I can’t—“
She had no regard for your soft feelings, her mind was absolutely drunk on the taste of your pussy, she needed every drop you could give her, and wasn’t leaving until she got what she wanted. Her tongue exploring the deeper into you, feeling like you were about to burst as she had no indication of stopping. She even went as far as to reach her hands out and cover your mouth with her index and middle finger, and rub your bud once more, letting you come undone quicker.
To her surprise it actually worked, she watched as your face twisted from sheer discomfort to immense euphoria, feeling like you where on cloud 9. The way her tongue swirled all around as she rubbed her thumb across your lower region, it was once again, all too much. Causing you to arch your back and release another wave of pleasure, this time atop her tongue.
She couldn’t believe the sight that was in front of her right now, pulling away from your sweet cum dripping cunt, she didn’t want to leave so soon. She wanted so much more, but noticing how the time flew by so quickly, she probably had maybe 2 minutes before Sophia, or maybe even Megan would burst inside and interrupt her. Finally deciding to pack it up as she left you a mess on the desk, picturing seeing you in different places with the same expression, she sighed as she spoke.
“Shit girl, you taste fucking good, I’ll meet you at your place after shooting. I can’t get enough of that.”
You nodded breathlessly at her comment before trying your best to put everything back onto your body, your legs in a complete state of soreness, comparably worse to when you first started surfing. She was amazing at what she did, and god did you both enjoy every single moment you got together before she had to go back to Korea.
god manon twin, I’m sorry if you ever have the indecency to ever see this😪 this was my most shameless moment I hope you forgive me anyways lol… i love tan!reader 😫😫
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