on my own
pairing: g!p sophia x lara x manon
content: masturbation, pillow humping, gooning, sexual fantasy, perv!phia, greedy!phia, sophia wants to be in the middle of marz so bad, kms as a joke
summary: sophia gay panicked when she found lara and manon rehearsing m.i.a outro for lollapalooza
notes: hello again! this is the first flashback mentioned in ecstasy. just sophia being a perv 😁 the others flashbacks are solarz and maphinz that i mentioned here too, but i didn’t write these yet sorryyyy
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“we decided to surprise the fans.” lara smiled awkwardly, trying to relax.
manon couldn’t utter a word.
sophia replaced her confused expression with a smile. “good rehearsal! i’m sure they’ll love it. don’t forget the van picking us up will be outside the hotel at 10:00!” she said this, taking two steps back and closing the door as quickly as possible.
—
she locked her bedroom door and slid her hand straight over her sweatpants. unsurprisingly, her cock hurt and was visibly straining against the fabric. sophia debated for a few seconds whether to take care of it right away or just take a long shower until it was time to go downstairs. unfortunately, a sharp throb from between her legs made the choice for her, this wasn’t the time for a shower, but for the most intense, wrong, and delicious jerk-off session of her life.
well, maybe not so wrong. after all, she and manon had already hooked up multiple times since the start of that year. and it wasn’t like she hadn’t let lara suck her dick at their private party to launch their second ep. the next day, they’d both silently agreed to never mention it again, since neither of them had been in their right mind that night. (not just them, sophia was pretty sure she saw daniela dancing and getting way too close to megan in a not-so-hidden corner.)
moving toward the bed, sophia freed her cock from her pants and wrapped her hand around it, memories flashing through her mind hat she’d seen just minutes ago, and moments she’d shared with each of them before.
the perfect arch of manon’s spine, the curve of her hips under lara’s firm brown hands, curly strands stuck to her sweaty neck, the flush rising from chest to face on her skin.
“fuck” the word slipped out in a rough whisper, a sigh of surrender.
the ache in her cock was a persistent and pulsing presence, a brutal physical demand that drowned out every thought except the impure ones that haunted her mind right now. without thinking, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down in one rough, desperate movement. and no, sophia didn’t like wearing boxers to sleep.
she wasn’t gentle with herself. her hand closed around the length with possessive urgency, her thumb circling the wet tip, a replica of the move she imagined lara using on manon. the first moan came out in a muffled sound, still in resistance.
she closed her eyes, trying to push the images away, but it only made them sharper, more vivid. now she could hear it: manon’s ragged breaths broken by a sharp gasp, the wet, obscene sound of skin on skin, lara’s low, dirty whisper that made sophia’s stomach twist with desire.
her hand slid down to the base and back up in a relentless, rhythmic cadence. she remembered the feel of manon’s fingers, strong and long, moving exactly like this. and lara’s full, skilled lips taking her in with a hunger that bordered on violence, the way she’d made sophia forget everything but her name.
honestly, sophia never imagined she’d end up like this with her bandmates. she never thought her 22nd birthday gift would be fucking manon. never, in her wildest dreams, did she think that a soju drunk lara would pull her into a corner without a word and go down on her until she choked. she didn’t even know lara was into that specific thing, and she and the girls had several casual conversations about kinks before. but here she was, in her hotel room, getting off after catching those two girls who’d turned her mind upside down, rehearsing god-knows-what for their performance later.
now, replaying the earlier scene with wicked precision, she pictured herself taking manon from behind while lara went down on her. or even better, manon could ride cock while lara ground against her face, stealing her breath. she wouldn’t mind dying that way at all. thinking about it, sophia moaned louder, squeezing her member even tighter.
she needed more.
damn it, she didn’t want to do this, but it would have to do.
sophia knelt on the bed and folded her pillow in half. her face flushed even hotter, but she needed something that felt like fucking manon’s pussy or lara’s mouth. so, throwing her last shred of dignity away, she stuck her cock between the folds of the pillow and started fucking it.
“holy shit… so good” sophia groaned, fucking the poor pillow without mercy.
eyes shut, mind open, she remembered the second time she and manon had sex. manon made sophia fuck her standing up, while pressing her against the wall.
her hands gripped the pillow, remembering exactly how she did it.
she didn’t have much experience, and the only time before manon, it had been too fast. but it felt so good seeing manon completely surrender to her but still maintain her dominant position.
her cock ached more intensely now. she was close. then her mind jumped to the night lara blew her. both of them sweaty from dancing, lara pushing her into a hidden corner, pulling down her pants and boxers in one single move.
“fuck…” sophia lost control. her hips moved on their own, frantic and fast. she needed to come.
she shifted, lying flat over the pillow, with her face buried in the mattress, fucking into that tight fold of fabric as hard and fast as she could.
the heat of friction against the rough cotton fabric was a poor imitation, but it was enough for now. the pillow was already damp with her precum, and every shift of her hips made a quiet, desperate sound that echoed in the silent room.
“ah, fuck… fuck fuck fuck…” the groans escaped through gritted teeth, her face buried in the mattress.
her mind flashed back to the sound manon used to make. that short, ragged gasp near her ear. she remembered the feel of lara’s hands, firm on her hips, controlling the rhythm.
her abdominal muscles clenched violently. a shudder raced up her legs, climbed her spine, and exploded in her head in a blinding strong wave. her mind went blank. a long, ragged moan was swallowed by the mattress as her body arched, rigid and her fingers dug into the pillowcase with enough force to almost rip it. each pulse was a mix of relief and frustration, because she would rather be cumming in manon and lara.
for a long moment, she lay still, panting, as reality slowly seeped back into her senses. the smell of the room. the sticky, damp feeling against her skin. the rough texture of the fabric beneath her sweaty body.
gradually, the trembling subsided and her breathing evened out. she rolled over, freeing the pillow, now crumpled, stained, and dripping with her semen. she took a look and was surprised to see how much she had released. she always came a lot, something manon had pointed out once when they had a quickie between rehearsals and ended up coming back late because it took so long to clean up. sophia draped an arm over her eyes and let out a deep and weary sigh.
“shit” she muttered.
that was nothing compared to what she really wanted. but it seems like lara and manon were probably getting serious, and sophia was just a bit of fun for them. not that she minded being used. her dirty mind and, well, her other head really wished she could’ve had a taste of both at the same time. her hookups with manon had stopped after gnarly’s release, and a month later she’d had that thing with lara. and now, with the two of them probably head over heels for each other, of course they wouldn’t be calling her anymore.
she finally pushed herself up from the bed, avoiding looking at the mess she had made. after a shower that lasted at least an hour and a half, sophia tidied up the room as best she could and removed the bedding, leaving everything in a corner along with a generous tip for whoever was going to clean up there.
—
god bless the cunty girls
(sophia’s phone)
straightron 2000: omg sophia actually just k* herslf for real
kiddo chip: what.
emo cherrie: its like almost 10 and shes not here kicking our asses
straightron 2000: i mean...
hottie unicorn: thus is lowqey our fauylt
hottie unicorn: me and msnon were planning sumn for mia outro
palangga: and she caught us
palangga: shes prob so traumatized rn
kiddo chip: oh… she caught you doing that lesbian thing u told me abt?
straightron 2000: BRUH WTFF
emo cherrie: geez 💀
emo cherrie: u literally killed our leader
kiddo chip: we’re so fucked for these interviews istg
palangga: YOONCHAE???????
palangga: STOP CURSING
hottie unicorn: aw shes already cursing like us :( so proud
emo cherrie: we did good larz
kiddo chip: welp it was nice while it lasted ig
star princess: damn
straightron 2000: THANK GOD
palangga: PHIA
star princess: yall bring your dramatic asses to the van rn
star princess: and yes im traumatized as hell
star princess: lowkey considered kms so baddd
—
she laughed as she left the room with her bags, heading to wait for the girls in the van.
sophia didn’t lie. she really was traumatized and had thoughts about killing herself while grinding her greedy cock into that pillow.
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