𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ texts with gf!yoonchae who is in your rival group .ᐟ.ᐟ .⋆♱ prelude!yn, fem!reader, geeked!yoonchae, cw umm one gay joke idk (?) SHORTTT!!!!! pt 2 if ppl like
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Lara woke up that morning feeling warmer than usual, which wasn't surprising considering the comfortable and pleasant heat of summer in the Maldives. The vacation was more than a whim, it was a necessity. After months of traveling on tour, a new city every night, the peace of a small private beach with nothing but lots of coconut water, sunbathing, and her girlfriend in a bikini by her side was all Lara needed. She opened her eyes and the brightness from the open window hit her, making her blink, trying to get used to the light.
Her mood was very good, and it only improved when she looked to the side and saw her girlfriend, covered only by a thin sheet, from your breasts down. Your face had a neutral and calm expression, a few strands of hair over yourforehead, which Lara removed carefully, almost caressingly.
Smiling even more, Lara realized that to make that morning even better, it could only start with good morning sex.
With that thought, she quickly moved her body—also half-naked—closer you, until yourfaces were so close that Lara could feel your calm breath on her cheek.
Lara moved her hand, which was on the bed, up to your waist, under the sheet, all the while watching your facial expressions, eagerly waiting to wake you up. She let her fingers wander from your waist to your back and back to the front, to your breasts.
They were subtle touches, tracing imaginary lines across your sensitive breasts; every inch seemed to send shivers down your spine at the slightest touch, as if your very body wanted her, as if it were begging—even in your sleep—as if it knew you belonged to her. Lara saw you sigh while still in a deep sleep, a soft, sly little sound escaping your lips that made it hard to keep going so slowly.
Lara bit her lip and continued her work, but this time, she decided to shift her focus. Without further ado, she quickly slid her hand down, beneath the thin sheets, a firm squeeze on your bare thigh, pulling it higher, leaving you more open, more accessible. Enough to already feel her own intimacy growing wet.
Your girlfriend decided she couldn’t wait any longer, so she quickly turned her body, positioning herself on top of your unconscious little body, kissing the love bites she herself had left the night before on the exposed neck, feeling you move beneath her.
“Wake up, love,” she murmured against your skin, feeling increasingly impatient. Her sleepy voice was hoarse and deep; she knew you loved it, so she thought this would be the best way to wake you up.
And, indeed, she was right—it took only a few seconds for your doe eyes to open slowly, closing them again and breaking into a smile when you saw Lara above you.
“Good morning, love…” you murmured, feeling her hand caressing your body, moving from the middle of your thighs to your waist, a slow caress, but with a firm touch, her nails almost leaving marks on your skin.
Lara smiled, and the next second your mouths were pressed together — a hot, hungry, desperate kiss, perhaps — her tongue in your mouth, her teeth biting your lips. Lara was so intense in everything she did that she might seem aggressive, but you loved her that way: the little bites on your mouth, the hands that left marks on your skin, the desire that seemed never to be contained. You wrapped your arms around the Lara's neck above you, grabbing her hair with your hands, while she made sure to leave the imprint of her fingers on your thigh, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling you moan into her mouth.
After what felt like an eternity, you broke the kiss and let out a heavy sigh, opening your eyes wide this time—no longer sleepy as before—and watching your girlfriend flash a mischievous smile, her breath coming in gasps, as she squeezed your thighs tighter between her fingers, now using both hands. With that squeeze, she pushed her body away from yours slightly to spread your legs, just enough for her to slip between them.
“Lara, it’s still 9:00 a.m.,” you said, but it wasn’t as if you were complaining.
“So what? There’s no set time for fucking, especially not for us, right?”
You had something to say, or should have, anyway, but you fell silent when you felt your girlfriend’s long fingers on your pussy, teasing you with soft but experienced touches that had you moaning within seconds. With a smirk, Lara lowered her body until her face was level with your breasts, the marks from the night before beginning to fade, but the faint outline of your bikini marks standing out against your sun-kissed skin made her mouth water.
“Mmm… baby…” — you moaned, feeling yourself get wetter with every touch, every tease from her fingers gliding over your pussy, squeezing around nothing; you wanted her inside you so badly that you were close to begging, begging her to fuck you, begging for anything, just as Lara had made you beg the night before, before she fucked you so hard with her strap that you could still feel that delicious ache in your body.
But even though you were still a little sore from the night before, you could forget the pain the moment you felt your girlfriend’s warm body on top of you, her voice in your ear…
“I love your voice in the morning, you know?” Lara asked rhetorically, with feigned innocence, as she gently kissed your earlobe. “It's so good, baby, to hear those sweet moans while I tease you like this.”
Lara could tell you were already wet enough, pressing two fingers against the entrance that was contracting, practically begging for attention. Her lips formed a smile as she watched you close your eyes in pleasure and bite your lower lip, nodding in agreement with whatever Lara was saying. You would agree to anything she wanted from you.
“Look at you… so hot, so beautiful, baby.” The words came out muffled against your neck, between gasps, hoarse and low as she felt you squirm; she curved her fingertips deep inside you, hitting again and again that little spot that made your eyes roll back every time.
She had you in the palm of her hand, with its manicured nails, moaning and writhing on the crumpled sheets; your hot body was already starting to sweat, your skin was burning, and your hands clutched your girlfriend’s waist as if you could take out the immense pleasure she was giving you. You saw her pull her lips away from your skin for a moment, just to look at you with those eyes—almost feline eyes, dilated with desire—that seemed to see right through you, almost read your thoughts, but no, she could only read your body; she read your reactions like a book she’d read many, many times, but it was still her favorite. She didn’t look away, her lips swollen from your kisses, parted and moaning just for her—the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard.
She fucked you deeper, she wanted more, she wanted to see your back arch and feel your nails digging into her skin, and so it was done. She quickened her movements with practice; her palm found your clitoris to press and stimulate it. Her lips curved into another smile—a bit smug this time—a mix of pride and ego swelling in her chest. She knew that only she could have her woman like this even before breakfast, completely surrendered, begging for more with her eyes… which, suddenly, wasn’t enough anymore.
“You want more, hm? You want another finger in this prettty pussy? Or you want my mouth? Tell me, tell me.” Her voice was almost an addiction, so provocative it could make you even wetter with nothing but a few dirty words; the free hand gripping your waist slid down a little, slapped your thigh hard, reddening your skin and sending a shiver down your hot body, along with a sly moan that escaped your reddened lips.
“I want it, I want your mouth, baby. Come on…” The last words came out of your mouth more quietly, almost shyly, but so, so desperate; you needed it so badly that you forced yourself to say it. Lara loved seeing you like this, your cheeks burning with shame and lust, letting yourself be carried away by the desire pulsing between your legs, and she knew, with absolute certainty, that you wouldn’t take long to come the second her mouth was on you.
But your girlfriend was far from done with her own fun, which was playing with your body. She pulled her sticky fingers out of you, feigning a pout of pity at the needy, frustrated sound you made, brought them to her mouth, and even though you were upset, you parted your lips to feel her fingers deep in your throat. Lara had trained you so well for her; it was enchanting.
“Turn around for me? And I’ll give you what you want, pretty,” Lara asked, but to you? It was more than a command.
And you didn’t care about that, since the very next second you turned, face down, sticking your ass out at her as if calling her, you felt a slap on your skin and her tongue on you.
So hot, it explored your pussy hungrily; her palms were already starting to burn after a few more slaps on your ass. You just wanted to hear your surprised, needy little sounds every time her hand hit your reddening skin, every time she made the right move with her tongue under your sensitive clit.
Through the window, the faint scent of the sea reached you, but the sound of the waves was forgotten; your moans were louder, your sweaty body already writhing, on the verge of coming in her mouth. Lara wouldn’t give you a second’s rest, not even a minute without her mouth on you. you knew your girlfriend would give you everything you asked for, that she’d let you come in her mouth, and you were already starting to feel that familiar, pleasurable pressure building inside you; your legs were already beginning to tremble a little when Lara pulled away, her mouth glistening with your honey, her breath ragged, her dilated eyes fixed on you.
“Fuck, Lara… baby…” you complained, a little upset; you were so, so close—it was mean, it was almost cruel… so Lara. “Why did you stop? I was… I was almost…”
“I know…” she interrupted you, her eyes sparkling. “I know, princess, I was so mean to you, hm?” She leaned over your body, her torso against your bare back; you could feel her body against yours—it seemed made for this, made for you.
Lara kissed the back of your neck a few times; you closed your eyes, trying not to move your hips to create any kind of friction against your pussy, so desperate to come that you could barely control and command your own body. Lara gave a little laugh, almost wicked, a tone of fake pity as she whispered in your ear.
“You’re so hot, so desperate for me, aren’t you?” You couldn’t see her with your face buried in the soft pillows, but could almost hear the smile on her face. “Tell me how much you need me, tell me you’re my little slut, and beg me to make you come. Go on… Then I’ll give you whatever you want.”
It was against your girlfriend’s nature to go too easy on you.
warnings ౨ৎ voyeurism, nudes, strap usage, use of mommy & good girl, rough sex, strap referred to as ‘cock’, tit sucking, fingering(l receiving), masturbation, nasty sex, licking, brat taming(?)
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camgirl!lara who sends you nudes when she can’t fuck you, knowing you’ll get off to her body.
camgirl!lara who gives you a private, longer session after her livestream ends.
the red button clicked off, lara turning the camera over as she climbed on top of you. her strap was girthy and long, teasing your entrance slowly. your hands gripped the sheets, your legs pushed up to your chest as you caught lara’s gaze. it was dark and wanting, her hands steadying herself as she pushed all the way into you. your mouth opened in a silent moan, your pussy clenching around the girl’s strap instantly. she smiled at your reaction, rocking her hips at a merciless pace. “you like that, baby? you like mommy’s cock deep inside you?” lara’s voice was husky, her eyes darkening as you struggled to form words. she kissed you instead, her hips speeding up dangerously.
camgirl!lara who lets you fondle and suck her tits after a hard day at work, sliding her shirt and bra off as she lays herself down on the couch.
camgirl!lara who has many subscribers that are dedicated to her. sometimes you log onto her solo livestreams, disguised as another one of her followers. but she knows when you’re there, and gives a rather exciting show.
camgirl!lara who came to your apartment one day and found you riding your pillow, the fabric drenched in your slick as you whined and moaned her name helplessly.
“l-lara please….feels so good” a breathy moan left your lips, your hips moving frantically as your body came closes to climaxing. lara herself let her hand travel past her panties waistband, two fingers slipping into her pussy. she held herself up on the wall, her own slick dripping onto her hand. your sound fueled her fingers to speed up, her climax nearing faster than she thought. lara watched as you threw your head back, your hands steadying yourself on the bed as you came rather hard. you shuddered violently, your breath slowing as your release covered the pillow. lara, who was still shamelessly behind the door, had also come. her juices coated her hand, the girl rushing to the bathroom to clean herself up.
camgirl!lara who loves teasing you with ‘good girl’. it’s entertaining to her, watching you squirm and blush at only receiving a small amount of praise from her but getting so worked up from it.
camgirl!lara who has a photo album of you fingering yourself that she keeps hidden, using it when she’s needy and can’t see you.
camgirl!lara who is a complete brat. she somehow always gets what she wants, including her way with you. though, there have been instances where you fucked the ‘bratiness’ out of her.
camgirl!lara who, after you cum, will proudly lick up your juices, her eyes finding yours as she does so. it’s hot in your mind, making you whine a bit.
camgirl!lara who loves being rough with herself. when she’s live the girl goes crazy(in a good way), her noises high-pitched and breathy as her fingers pump in and out of her puffy center.
camgirl!lara who, though she may do a lot for her subscribers, will always give you the best ‘shows’.
camgirl!lara who loves you dearly, with or without the sex.
camgirl!lara who wants to really get to know you, and do things with you she wouldn’t do with anybody else.
camgirl!lara who will always be your #1; and you’re hers.
camgirl!lara who can’t event think of where she would be without you.
— #synopsis :: Your just a cable girl, the one who stays backstage making sure celebrities mic’s are always working. But with your secret relationship with a star, lara, you were trapped in the security room.
— #A/n :: Loving these requests, ( send more ) from this request. 1.1k words long. Masterlist
The backstage greenroom of the Nashville Roadhouse was thick with the smell of stale beer, cheap perfume, and sweat – a symphony of Friday night desperation.
Lara Raj, shimmering in a fringed silver top that caught the dim light like scattered stars, leaned against the cracked leather sofa, her dark eyes locked onto you.
You, known backstage simply as "Cable girl," a lean back girl with surprisingly rough calloused hands and perpetually flushed cheeks, was desperately trying to coil a stubborn mic cable.
Trying, and failing, because Lara’s gaze was a physical weight, and the memory of her mouth from just an hour ago – warm, demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey – was still imprinted on your lips.
"Y/n, honey," Lara purred, her voice a slow, smoky drawl that curled around you like velvet rope.
She uncrossed her long legs, the movement deliberate, and stretched, letting the hem of her tiny skirt ride scandalously high on her thigh.
"You look like you're wrestlin' an angry snake over there. Need some help?" She pushed off the sofa, hips swaying with innate rhythm as she closed the distance.
You froze, the cable slipping from your suddenly sweaty fingers. Every nerve ending screamed. Keep it low-key.
For God's sake, keep it lowkey. The a band members was just outside the flimsy door; any second, Daniela or one of the others could barge in.
"Lara, please," you whispered, voice tight, cheeks burning.
You bent quickly to snatch the cable, hoping the movement hid the betraying stiffness already pressing uncomfortably against the worn denim of your jeans.
Too late.
Her hand, cool and soft, landed on the nape of your neck, fingers tangling lightly in your hair. You shuddered, a full-body tremor you couldn't suppress.
"Not here." The plea was ragged.
"Why ever not, darlin'?" she murmured, leaning in so close her breath, sweet and warm, ghosted over your ear.
Her other hand drifted down your spine, fingertips tracing each vertebra through your thin cotton shirt, stopping just above the waistband of your jeans.
"Ain't nobody paying us no mind." She pressed her body lightly against your back.
You could feel the swell of her breasts, the heat radiating from her, smell the intoxicating blend of her perfume and her skin.
Your own treacherous body responded instantly, the burgeoning hardness between your legs swelling further, straining against its confinement.
You squeezed your eyes shut, jaw clenched.
Focus on the damn cable.
But Lara wasn't done.
Her exploring hand slipped lower, dipping below your belt at the small of your back, her thumb rubbing slow, maddening circles against the sensitive skin just above your tailbone.
"You're all wound up tighter than a new fiddle string, sugar," she breathed, her lips brushing the shell of your ear now.
"Seems a shame." Her hand slid around your hip, dangerously close to the front of your jeans.
Panic and desire warred violently within you.
You tried to twist away, but lara had you pinned against the gear crate, her body a pliant but unyielding barrier.
"Lara," you gasped, your voice rough with the effort of control.
You could feel the dampness at the front of your jeans now, a tell-tale sign of your body's helpless surrender.
"Someone will... see." You bucked your hips instinctively, not to dislodge her, but seeking friction against her thigh that had insinuated itself between your legs.
The contact, even through layers of denim, was electric. A low moan escaped you before you could even bite it back.
Her laugh was a low, husky chuckle against your neck.
"See what, darlin'?" Her fingers abandoned his hip and boldly cupped the prominent bulge straining against your zipper.
You jolted as if shocked, a choked cry catching in your throat. She palmed you firmly through the rough fabric, feeling the rigid length, the insistent throb.
"See how much you need me? How hard you are just from a little touch?" Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
"How wet you get for me?" Her words, acknowledging the slick evidence of your arousal that soaked your own briefs beneath the denim, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.
Shame warred with dizzying pleasure. You were panting now, your knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the crate.
The flimsy doorknob rattled.
You froze, terror icing your veins.
"Lara? You decent? Soundcheck in five! Everyone is supposed to be there!" Manon voice boomed from the hallway.
Lara didn’t flinch.
Her hand remained possessively on you, squeezing gently, making your knees threaten to buckle. Her other hand came up to cup her jaw, turning your face towards hers.
Her eyes were dark pools of pure mischief and hunger.
"Decent as I ever am, Manon!" she called back, her voice steady, sweet as pie, while her thumb traced your trembling lower lip.
She leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing, open-mouthed kiss.
It wasn't gentle.
It was claiming.
Her tongue delved deep, tasting you, silencing any protest you might make. You kissed her back desperately, helplessly, youe own tongue meeting hers, the cable forgotten on the floor.
She ground her pelvis against your trapped hardness, the friction exquisite torture.
When she finally pulled back, leaving you gasping, lips swollen and glistening, she winked.
"Hold that thought, darlin'," she murmured, her gaze flicking meaningfully down your body.
"We got unfinished business." She gave you one last, deliberate stroke through your jeans, her fingers lingering on the damp patch, before sauntering towards the door, smoothing her skirt. "Comin', manon!"
You slumped back against the crate, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The bulge in your jeans felt monstrously obvious, the damp spot a humiliating brand.
You was trembling, utterly exposed and completely undone, the secret they were supposed to keep plastered across your flushed face and straining body.
Lara made it impossible to hide.
And may God help you, as you heard her laughing with Manon and Sophia outside, the ache between your legs a persistent, throbbing demand, you wasn't sure you even wanted to anymore.
The lowkey was officially dead.
All you could feel was the heat of her handprint burning through denim and skin, and the devastating promise in her parting glance.
♡ syn. date night with your girlfriend to celebrate pride !
an: happy pride lovies, whether you be mlm, wlw, trans, queer, ace, poly lovies and so many more!! first katseye post 🙂↕️ i love all my girls so much. before anyone asks where yoonchae is, i don’t feel comfortable writing for 18yrs, sorry!! i tried to keep gender out of it for those who may be trans, genderfluid and so on.
— ♡ sophia
“Hey!” Sophia screeched, laughing and dodging out of the way as the sound of your toy gun echoed in the air.
You couldn’t see much- the room pitch black besides the bright colours every participant was wearing on their chest.
You could faintly hear the footsteps and muffled talking of other players who were further away.
Sophia attempted to hide her chest, stumbling then shielding herself behind a black pillar, holding her breath and listening for you.
“Where did you go,” You laughed, eyes searching your surroundings as you tried to find her. She was just right there.
She grinned, slowly moving around the pillar. Planning a sneak attack from behind- poking her head out.
Her grin dropped.
Where the hell did you go?
A sudden buzzing sounded and she felt a vibration against her back.
She spun around, you couldn’t help but laugh at the look of surprise on her face.
“Ah! That’s cheating y/n!” She giggled, clutching her chest.
“Please you cheat a-“
You got cut off by same buzzing and vibrating against your chest. Once, twice.
Your hand covered your chest as soon as you registered what was happening- now on one life. “Wow! And that’s not cheating?” You fauxed offense. “I was distracted.”
“No, that’s just you forgetting that i’m amazing at laser tag.” She said, smug. Playful smirk on her face. “Now we’re even. And both on one life.”
“You died.” “You died.” A robotic, feminine voice spoke from the two of you’s chest.
“…”
You both stayed silent, staring at each other. Those who shot you two laughing as they ran after each other. Muttering a half-hearted “Sorry!” as they ran off.
“That’s your fault, you distracted me.” You both said in unison.
— ♡ lara
The tv was faint background noise to the two of you.
It was late, about nine at night. The smell of cinnamon apple was in the air.
Outside was black and raining. The street lit up from either street lamps or the inside of buildings.
Lara’s multi-coloured hair tinsels glistened from the light. The ones you put in for her earlier.
Now she was doing yours. It’s been about fifteen minutes and she was maybe halfway done.
Her hands were gentle in your hair. Grabbing strands lightly and tying the tinsel firmly in place. Her nails occasionally scratching against your scalp as she worked with the tinsel.
You were on top of her. Cheek resting against her chest while you watched the tv.
“I’m excited for tomorrow.” You hummed before sipping on your root beer float. The mix of foam and taste of pop mixing with creamy vanilla ice cream tingling in your mouth.
“Me too.” Lara replied, words soft. Her attention focused on what you’re saying just enough to actually respond, and the rest on getting the tinsel just perfect.
“Megan went to the parade last year,” Lara started. “it’s pretty lowkey and they have quite a bit of food to try. They also sponsor different artists by letting them set up booths.” She added as she pulled a strand of glittery yellow tinsel from the pack.
You made a sound of acknowledgement as you swallowed and set your cup down. “Isn’t there a drag bar too?” You asked.
You shifted. “They also have a fashion show. I’ve been looking forward to it for so long.”
Lara chuckled. Smoothing your hair down gently. “Yeah, at one.” She answered. “I booked it earlier just in case they’re full tomorrow. I know how much you wanted to go.”
You smiled against her, warmth spreading in your chest. You didn’t have to say anything in response- thats what you liked about her. She didn’t expect replies.
A couple more minutes went by, and you could feel yourself getting closer to sleep. The feeling of her nails gently brushing your scalp mixed with the soft hair playing felt like real life asmr.
She finally finished. A sigh escaped her lips and she ran her nails through your freshly, rainbow-tinsel-decorated hair. Smoothing it out and making sure it looked perfect.
She leaned downed and place a soft kiss to the top of your head. “All done.” She whispered, and you just hummed. Already falling deeper into sleep.
— ♡ megan
A body bumped into yours and you shifted. Glancing over the sea of people.
The chatter was loud and heat warm from bodies pushing against bodies.
Your arm was flush against your girlfriends. The two of you close together to try and avoid getting in the way of others.
“What’s that?” Megan asked, voice polite. She pointed towards a picture of one of the floats, named ‘Sour Bluezness’.
The lady- young, probably about twenty, braided hair and golden brown skin shining from the sun, smiled and looked towards where Megan was yelling.
“Ah! that’s a float with Mountain dew- Raspberry Voltage flavour. It has a slightly sour tinge to it.”
Megan hummed, brows lifting slightly in thought and curiosity. “Do you want to try it?” Megan asked, turning to face you.
“What are we doing, taste testing every drink we see?” You teased, mischievous smirk on your lips. Though your eyes exposed you- roaming over the many drink options.
She chuckled sheepishly, nudging you softly. “C’mon just pick.”
You looked back at the purple ‘n white float on the menu- ‘Grape fizz’.
“What’s the grape fizz?” You asked. Your tone polite, smiling shyly towards the women.
“Grape crush! It’s good if you like sweet drinks.” She replied. “Are those what you two will be getting?” She asked, hand already reaching for the cups.
“Yes please.” You two said in unison.
It didn’t take long for her to finish your drinks. Maybe about five minutes.
“Thank you,” Megan says as she grabs both of yous cups. She shifted so that she wasn’t in the way, smiling politely to the people behind you guys.
You two settled for sitting down on the curb, squeezed in between two tents, drinks in hand.
You brought your knees toward your chest, using them as a table for your drink. You used one finger to bend the straw closer to your mouth.
Then, you took a sip.
The flavour hit you at once- it was sweet. very sweet. The pop and ice cream mixed well, and the vanilla taste was strong with a good mix of the grape.
You took a bit of the fizz from the top onto your finger and licked it clean- it tasted the same but with more of a grape tinge to it.
Megan followed suit, taking a sip.
You watched her while licking your lip clean. “Is it good?” You asked, chuckling at her pleasantly surprised face.
Megan swallowed, nodding before she spoke. “It’s better than i expected.” she admitted. Licking some of the foam from top. “It’s has a small sour aftertaste which i really like. It’s unusual for floats.” She explained, taking another small sip before glancing at you.
“Do you want a sip? We both take a sip of each others.” She offered with a grin, already holding her cup towards you.
You chuckled and just moved your cup towards her.
Her grin widened and she leaned forward, just like you did. The both of you tasting each others drink for the fifteenth time that day.
— ♡ manon & daniela
“I am so hungry,” Daniela’s voice cut through the casual hum of park busyness. A PB&J sandwich stuffed into her mouth as she took a bite. A bit of the cool jam spilling out from the bread and onto the corner of her mouth.
The air was warm. Wind blew lightly, just enough to lightly ruffle the leaves of the trees.
Manon chuckled at Dani’s words, glancing up from her plate organization towards her. “You have jam on your mouth.” She teased, smirk on her face.
“Hm?” Dani hummed, bringing her hand up to wipe it away- on the wrong side.
Manon just laughed and reached over, wiping the jam off with her thumb, then cleaning her thumb with a paper towel.
You smiled to yourself as you heard their banter. You sat on your legs and your hands were busy organizing a platter of food.
A small, clear plastic container was in the middle of the tray, filled with Chocolate dip. You were organizing strawberries in a ring around the kiwi you already cut and put onto the tray.
You had an array of grapes, watermelon, banana, kiwi and strawberry. You arranged them in a circle surrounding the chocolate dip. Starting with bananas and ending with strawberries.
“That looks so good.” Dani commented. Shuffling closer to the food tray, the three of you sat around the tray in a ‘Y’ shape.
Dani gasped then- a look of a sudden idea crossing her mind. “We should’ve gotten caramel dip too.” She said, tone defeated as she spoke. “We always forget.”
You chuckled. Shifting in your spot to stretch your legs a bit. Settling for criss cross applesauce instead. “No actually, i got some in the basket.” You hummed, grin widening at the way her face lit up. “I just wanted to see if you noticed me buying it. You were right next to me when i grabbed it.” You teased.
“Oh.” Daniela said simply. blinking at your words. “didn’t even notice.” Daniela chuckled sheepishly, leaning forward and searching for the caramel dip in the basket. “But thank you, y/n. i’ve been craving it.”
“Finished with the cheese and crackers.” Manon hummed as she pushed a slightly smaller tray over towards the fruit tray. Decorated with rows of orange, white and marble cheese than a range of crackers. Her acrylic, glittery rainbow nails a contrast against the cool grey of the tray.
Daniela smiled softly as she glanced at the tray- though she was already pulling open the caramel dip. Perfect medium size for her. A pile of strawberries in her lap.
Manon was already stuffing her face with crackers and cheese, having taken some for herself before you guys could get to it. Grabbing some of the grapes and putting them onto her plate.
“You’re so cute.” She laughed, looking at how you set up the fruit tray and how you were being extra particular about how much chocolate dip got onto your bananas and strawberries.
You blushed, grinning shyly as you grabbed another strawberry. “Shut up.”
The distant sound of birds chirping had your eyed blinking open, rays of golden light shone through the blinds and onto the bed. In doing so they cast a golden hue onto the sleeping girl next to you.
Your eyes flickered over her form, her eyes still closed, and mouth parted in peaceful sleep. Her chest rising and falling rhythmically at every breath she took. The lovers half kicked off in the night allowed your eyes to rake over her body.
Her skimpy shorts and high cropped tee did nothing to hide it from you. The golden bars of light illuminating every curve of her smooth skin. She looked ethereal, positively touched by the gods. You always believed she was, she was so absolutely beautiful with the most lively and generous soul.
You couldn’t help yourself, moving forward you settled above her, pressing a few soft kisses to her jaw you inhaled softly. The smell of jasmine and amber mixing with magnolias and mint greeting your nose before you moved lower.
A kiss to her collar bone, then a few featherlight kisses across her chest before you moved to your destination. Hovering above her you reached a hand out tracing the soft skin of her tummy and the curve of her hips. You gave them a light squeeze muttering soft praises and adorations as you leaned down to place a soft kiss against her belly button. Then another kiss to the other side then another just to the left, and again and again.
You peppered soft sweet kisses along her silky smooth skin, shimmying the band of her shorts down a little so you could reach the soft underneath of her tummy. You spend the next few hours there each kiss a silent affirmation and promise of your love for her, worshipping her body with the utmost adoration.
You’re not sure how long it’s been, the light outside has faded to a lighter colour and the girl beneath you hums hand reaching to the back of your head. Her nails softly scrape against your scalp in the most calming and divine way.
You’re placing another attack of sweet kisses to the slight bulge of her tummy, nose nuzzling against it periodically as your arms hold onto her wrapper tight around her waist.
“Mm baby,” she sighs warm adoration in her sleep hazed eyes as she stares down at you, her hand keeping your head there never wanting your soft lips to stop their sweet kisses. “What brought this on, hmm?”
You don’t really answer her, instead you let a content sigh fall from your lips, the air warm as it fans across her skin. Your mumble following, half muffled as you leaned down to back in to keep kissing. “Mm, just needed to kiss you… your so breath takingly beautiful.”
You nuzzle her after your words, soft yawn escaping you forcing you to pause your attack. A soft melodic giggle escapes the girl under you at the complete annoyance crossing your face at any distraction from showing her your live. She thinks its adorable really, your scrunched face as you try to fight your sleep away.
“Cmere baby” she coos moving to place a sweet lingering kiss to your lips, pulling back with a soft chuckle at the lovestruck expression on your face.
She lays back then guiding you to lay on her chest, but you once again wiggle lower till your face is pressed against the soft squishy warmth of her tummy and she sighs. “Not moving baby?” She asks already knowing the answer when u let out a muffled noise of displeasure at the suggestion and tighten your arms yawning into her skin before placing your lips against her skin again.
She shakes her head playfully rolling her eyes, but she can’t deny the complete warmth that fills her heart as she stares down at you. She watched you for a while, her nails softly massaging your scalp and lulling you to sleep against her till you’re out cold lips parted and breathing soundly. She slows her hand movements, tugging the cover around u just a little before letting her own eyes closed and sleep take her once more. The room lulls into a peacefully quiet once again nothing but the soft hum of the fan and the soft sleepy breaths of the two of you.
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A/n: Not proof read bc I legit woke up and wrote this in bed so yuuuh have some lara tummy pics <333
⊹ ࣪ as you seen from the title . these are fic . recs lara raj editon enjoy !
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─ .愛 here is some of MY favorite authors heh even though some of them don't make bada lee content but I will be making a few others that will also have boy groups sooo..
ALLAH ALLAH YA BABA by @blossomcola || → lara raj, an indian dancer with skin like sunlit bronze and hair as dark as midnight, takes the stage in a flowing white outfit to perform a mesmerizing arabic piece — moving with a rhythm that shifts between sensual grace and wild, fiery energy, capturing every eye in the room. but when her gaze locks with yours mid-performance, the world seems to narrow to just the two of you. after the final applause, she descends from the stage, still glowing under the dim lights, and walks straight toward your table. her voice is soft when she asks for your number — a quiet confession hanging between you both — and as she leaves, one last glance over her shoulder says everything: she felt it too.
-tired by @jeylalol || → while you and lara were having sex, u both fell asleep!
clash of pride by @ssivinee || → the attention is normal for both of you. known as serial womanizers, you two playgirls seem to take an interest in each other. the problem is, both of you deem yourselves as tops, but that's definitely not going to last long.
not your bro by @urjustsosweet || → calling my gf bro' prank on lara except she makes sure you'll never even think of doing that again
willpower by @urjustsosweet || → you thought winning the bet would be easy as hell, but damn, you've never been more wrong in your life...
lets start a rumour by @korvuxz || → in which hollywood's prince charming, actress y/n l/n, seems to be inseparable from katseye's lara raj. so inseparable, in fact, that the fans constantly second-guess the true nature of your relationship. let's just say the two of you love to play the game.
home girl. by @dragoneyelashart || → you and lara have hated each other for gosh knows how long. the two of you, never getting along, though you had a past together. after getting partnered with her in tutoring with your friend sophia, you think things couldn't get worse. spoiler alert, you end up sleeping with a girl you never thought you would.
gamer-girl gone wild by @laracide || → gamer-girl!lara's just a little mean... you kinda like that, though.
in the office. by @dragoneyelashart || → lara raj is the ceo of a huge company. but she can't deal with the incompetence of her employee's so now you are lara's brand new assistant. but little does she know, you're also her favorite streamer.
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─ .愛 sfw's
( s. ) deja vu by @chrissv4mp || → being a singer-songwriter going through a breakup isn't pretty, even more so when the girl you broke up with is someone also in the public eye, famous dj lara raj. it's been a few months since the end, and when a new girl enters your life, you're almost sure she's the one—lively, bright, everything you've ever wanted. however, she resembles lara a little too much, and when you're scheduled to perform at a small pop-up show in new york, the very girl who's been wrapped around your thoughts is there, booked to mix your performance.
( s. ) cupid and coffee by @katskisses || → you’re lara raj’s opposite, but she can’t help but feel drawn to you. her hints fly over your head and a late night confession leads to a future filled with love and life.
( s. ) you keep missing me by @delulupots || → you thought that following your New Year's Resolutions would help you start something better this year. So you did follow it and signed yourself up for boxing with your friend, Lara Raj. Who knew it would start something better than you expected?
( s - a. ) silken love the series. by @laracide || → a spider-girl!lara mini-series.
( s - f - m. ) tears by @98oceans || → ♱ 𝕷ara rajagopalan x female!reader. masc!reader. idol!lara. lara got caught lacking. kind of unintentional hard launch. eyekons are here to replace sherlock holmes. fluff, wlw, suggestive (just slight.)
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─ .愛 headcannons ( m - f - s. )
( m. ) strict dom!lara headcanons by @corysclub || → warnings : 24/7 dom/sub dynamic, spanking, paddles, handcuffs, vibrator, edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise, strap sucking, corruption kink, everything written is consensual and between two adults
( m. ) POSSESSIVE GF LARA RAJ by @odellas-comet || → !some parts nsfw!
( m. ) lara raj as your girlfriend head cannons! by @silverlakee || → content warning! smut
( m - f - s. ) LꨄVE & MONSTERS by @sillymommy6969 || → your apocalypse love story with lara!
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─ .愛 smau ( m - f - s. )
the woman who left to soon the series. by @ruruvxz || → Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.
where tf the function the series. by @kangshxrtie || → lara raj and y/n y/l/n have been best friends since middle school, but drift apart in college. one day y/n’s brother fraternity needs a DJ last min, and y/n knows exactly who to call.
anyone but you the series. by @meganwrld || → a year ago, Lara Raj ended your relationship to focus on her career. Despite it being only a month-long love affair, you still can’t seem to get her off your mind. Now, you're an up-and-coming artist with a newly released single. And Lara? She’s a member of the global girl group KATSEYE, about to perform for the biggest audience of her life at Lollapalooza. But to both your surprise, your shared label, Geffen, approaches you with a proposal: a PR relationship to promote your new music and KATSEYE’s Lolla performance.
let me hit please by @98oceans || → smau, nothing but crack. wlw. lara is down bad. slightly suggestive. requested LMFAO ── alt: you said no to letting your gf crack because you were busy and she brought her crew for backup
"you worry me, you know," you murmur, running a rag through the sink's cool water. the mundane act felt strangely grounding amidst the turmoil.
"i'm sorry," lara sighs, guilt evident in her eyes. you don't mean to make her feel bad, but there's a stinging at the back of your own eyes you can't ignore. tears bead at your lower lash line, and you blink them away, furiously.
you don't want her to have to take care of more things. she's got so much on her shoulders already, the weight of the city resting there. the least you could do… is keep it together. for her. for the city she's saving every single night.
"no, don't be," you say, shaking your head. gently, you press the damp towel to her shoulder, wiping away the dried blood. "i just get scared sometimes. when you come to me like this," you hesitate, a quiet chuckle escaping, but it's not real. it's thin, brittle. lara can tell. your eyes don't meet hers.
"you should see the other guy," she smiles, softly, a faint ache in her voice. she wants you to be happy. she hates the tears, the tears that are for her. because of her. there's nothing that hurts more, not even getting beat up by a man twice her size.
when you apply the antiseptic to the nasty gash on her side, she grimaces, and you wince, quickly apologizing. "s'fine," lara waves you off, though her jaw is tight. "not that bad."
you look unconvinced, but you don't press. lara's gaze flickers to you, trying to meet your eyes. "i promise i'm always going to come back to you, baby."
pausing, you look up to where she's seated on the sink counter. you're standing in between her legs, chewing on your bottom lip. "you promise? because… i'm gonna hold you to that. if you die—"
"you'll kill me," she grins, beaming, that familiar spark returning to her eyes. "i know."
"good. now, where else does it hurt?" you've done what you can for the major wounds, save for the smaller cuts and bruises. lara is silent for just a beat, thinking. finally, she points to her jaw. it's a dull ache, a souvenir from when she got socked earlier.
lovingly, you press a kiss there. it's warm, filled with adoration. she giggles, and it's contagious, a sweet sound that fills the small space. your heart feels full, whenever you're with her. when her eyes get bright like that, it makes you feel like you're set for life.
you tilt your head, "anywhere else?"
lara nods, gesturing to a bruise blooming red on her cheekbone. for a moment, it makes you upset, a fresh wave of worry washing over you. nonetheless, you peck her there, too.
"don't forget here," she pouts, puckering her lips. there's no injury there, but you kiss her anyway, with a playful roll of your eyes. you cup her cheek, and she melts into your touch. in return, her fingers gently card through your hair; a calming motion that always soothes you.
no matter how many times you've done this with her before, your heart never fails to race at the contact. she pulls away for only a beat, her gaze lingering on yours, before diving in again.
this time, your arms twine around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. when the tip of your tongue glides past lara's lower lip and finds her cherry-sweet taste, there's a rush that hits you, thick and heavy, a delightful current running through you.
when you part for air, her forehead rests against yours. in that moment, you decide two things. first, that you never want this moment to end. and second, you'd always, always be here for her.
she might've been the city's hero, but she was the love of your life first.
