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“So, what actually are the rules behind the whole MIA outro thing? I feel like we never explicitly got told.” Megan hummed, rocking back and forth on her chair, popping a cherry into her mouth, “Like I totally arched your back in a ninety degree angle during lolla and the company was fine about it, so how far could we actually go?”
Lara bounced up, “Good question. But the real question is, how far would we go?” She slowly walked over to where Megan was sitting and Megan gulped, I mean yeah, on stage she was confident but when it was just the two of them in a room? No fucking chance.
“Uh, how far would you wanna go?” Megan looked anywhere but Lara. To Megan, Lara was a goddess sent from the heavens because holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Sure, they had kissed, but that was mainly at clubs and when they were drunk together, illegal as is in America.
She laughed nervously and then bit her lip the moment Lara placed her arms either side of the chair essentially trapping Megan in between them. Megan’s eyes glazed over Lara’s and then discreetly (well, she thought she was being discreet) looked at her lips and held that position for an unearthly amount of time.
Lara leaned into Megan’s ear, breath touching, “I’d go as far as you’d want me to,” Megan had fought with every ounce of her soul to not let out a moan right there and then. Lara’s voice was far too enchanting for her liking and she had had a crush (it was much more than a crush) on Lara since dream academy, so this was probably one of the hardest things she had to go through since she was a Disney kid.
Lara laughed and took away her hands, “I’m just kidding, but no, I think we should go crazy for coachella.”
Megan let out another nervous laugh and scratched the back of her neck, she was about to speak before Lara clapped her hands, “I’m topping this time, my rep is ruined after Lollapalooza Brazil,”
Megan slowly nodded, “Okay, but what are you going to do? I mean, we’ve already gone crazy and we probably can’t kiss, that would definitely be against the rules.”
Lara gave her a lopsided smirk, “What? You wanna kiss me? Hmm, Meimei?”
In Megan’s opinion, she thought there was a tremendous amount of sexual tension between her and Lara but she would never actually act on it, they did have a contract and Lara had something with that London boy Orlando, though she didn’t think they were actually together. Either way, whatever she and Lara had going made Megan way too nervous for her liking.
Lara tilted her head, eyes narrowing with the knowing glint that unraveled Megan from the inside out, “Cat got your tongue, Meimei? Or are you just picturing all the ways we could make the outro unforgettable?”
And that sentence right there made Megan’s mind spiral uncontrollably. She pictured it–Lara’s lips on her neck, her thighs, the heat between them impossible to ignore even on stage in front of tens of thousands of people, “Nope! Not thinking about anything at all.” She choked out shakily and she crossed her legs, trying to quell the warmth pooling low in her belly, but Lara was too close for comfort and it basically made it impossible.
Lara leaned in again, her fingers toying with the edge of Megan’s sleeve, “Liar,” she whispered, her breath warm against Megan’s collarbone. Megan felt like she was playing with fire and one wrong move, and the flames could consume them both, ruled be damned.
Megan didn’t breathe. With Lara’s siren eyes staring her down, she couldn’t possibly think of breathing. Lara pulled back to give her a little space, but the smirk never faded, her hand giving Megan’s arm a squeeze before retreating, “You’re so adorable when you’re flustered. And, be prepared for Coachella, I know exactly what I’m gonna do. Just tilt your head for me when the time comes, yeah?” She winked, turning to grab her water bottle, leaving Megan slumped in her chair.
She was completely and utterly, fucked.
“Sophia,” Megan said, the moment Sophia opened the door to her room in the hotel. Sophia stepped to the side and let her in.
“Is this about your little crush on Lara?” Sophia asked teasingly, and Megan snapped her head toward her the moment the words left her mouth.
“Wha– I don’t have a crush on Lara, what do you mean? I don’t make it obvious, do I? Wait, no, I don’t even have anything to make obvious, obviously. Because I obviously don’t have a crush on Lara, or anyone as a matter of fact.”
Sophia smiled, tilted her head down and raised an eyebrow, “Mei.” She said, and that tone of voice immediately made Megan give up with whatever stupid lie she was conjuring up.
“Okay, fine, yes I do have a crush on Lara, and Sophia, I am struggling out here.” Megan collapsed onto Sophia’s bed face first, groaning, “Like, I don’t even know what to do these days, and it’s probably against contract for me to even start something–and before that, what if she’s just messing around ‘cause that’s like, the whole point of the outro? But I constantly sense something between us, agh, I don’t know Fifi, I really don’t know.”
Sophia closed the door behind her the moment Megan started rambling. The space was a typical hotel, neutral beige walls and a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets that Megan was now sprawled across dramatically, and a small desk piled with Sophia’s notebook of scribbled lyrics and a half empty coffee cup.
Sophia crossed the room in a few unhurried steps. She wore a simple tank top and shorts, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She sat on the edge of the bed near Megan’s feet, placing a hand lightly on her calf to give it a reassuring squeeze, “Alright, Megan, take a breath before you start hyperventilating into my pillow,” Sophia said, “First things first, the contract, yeah, it’s got those no-fraternisation clauses, but who says people have to find out? Plus Dani has her… something. I still don’t know what her and Jonah are, but, the company knows, so realistically, it must be a flimsy clause.”
Megan lifted her head to peek at Sophia from under her arm, her hair fanning out messily across the bed, “Dani and J*nah are different. J*nah isn’t in Katseye, Lara is. Imagine, the tiny little chance something does happen, we fuck it up and the whole group dynamic is cooked. And what if the whole MIA thing is just fake tension and she’s just ramping it up for the performance, ‘queerbaiting’ as people call it–which is stupid by the way because we’re both queer!” Megan’s head fell into the bed again, “I’m just rambling, I’ll shut up and change the trajectory of someone’s life.”
“To show you it’s possible, you know, navigating this without blowing everything up,” Sophia said, leaning back and laying beside Megan, “I have to tell you something.” Her voice dropped into a whisper, a confidential hush that pulled Megan in.
Megan propped herself up on her elbows, tilting her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes, “What? You look like you’re about to drop a bombshell–a bombshell has entered the villa. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, spill it, Fi.”
Sophia took a deep breath, her fingers twisting into the duvet. She’d been carrying whatever she was about to say to Megan for approximately six months, “Okay, but pinky promise me first: this stays between us. Nothing leaves this room, no texts to the group chat, not even to Lara, not until… well, ever, unless we say.”
Megan nodded eagerly, leaning in, “We? Anyway–pinky swear,” she brought up her pinky and locked it with Sophia’s, “What’s going on?”
Sophia exhaled, her shoulders relaxing, “Manon and I… we’re together. Have been since the last tour date of Beautiful Chaos. When she came up to me and wiped my tears after that performance… I guess my feelings for her really locked in? She drove me home that day, Yoonchae stayed at yours and everything just spilled out, I told her I loved her and had been loving her and I started rambling and she kissed me to shut me up, god, she’s so dramatic sometimes. But, we’ve kept it a secret, and it’s kind of easy, I guess? We’re already touchy anyway, so if we’re touchy in lives or public, nobody picks up on it.”
Megan’s jaw had dropped, her eyes widening to saucers, almost looking like she was high. She sat bolt upright, the bed creaking under the sudden movement, “What? You and Manon? Together-together? Oh. My. God! Sophia, you sneaky bitch! That’s huge.”
Sophia’s hand shot out, clamping over Megan’s mouth, her other finger pressed to her own lips in a shushing gesture. Her eyes darted to the door, “Shhhh! Keep your voice down, Megan! The walls here are paper-thin, and the last thing we need is some random person overhearing and turning it into tomorrow’s headline, ‘Katseye’s Sophia and Manon behind the scenes’–yeah, no thanks.” She lowered her hand slowly, once Megan nodded vigorously, her face a mix of shock and barely contained excitement.
Megan clamped her own hands over her mouth, muffling a squeal, her body vibrating with the effort to stay quiet, “Sorry, sorry,” Megan whispered, “But that’s so cute! Call her, I need to know everything. And maybe she can give me something to work with, you know, with Lara.”
Manon’s reply came almost instantly, the three dots bouncing.
Sophia’s phone buzzed with the incoming Facetime request and she propped it up on the pillow, angling the camera to capture both her and Megan on the bed. The screen flickered to life, Manon’s face filling it, a smile playing on her lips as she lounged back against her headboard, “Hey my beautiful members,” Manon teased, eyes glancing between them, “What’s this emergency?”
“Megan here,” Sophia said, nudging the girl beside her, “is processing her undying feelings for Lara.”
“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh, Lara,” She drew out the name, leaning closer to the screen, acting like Sophia hadn’t just messaged her that Megan was crashing out over Lara, “The plot thickens. Spill, my Meimei. What’s got you twisted up over our resident firecracker?”
Megan flushed, burying her face in her hands again, but peeking through her fingers at the phone, “I hate you guys.”Although she was embarrassed, Megan was the group’s yapper, “It’s just… Lara’s been teasing me like–non stop. I was in her room earlier and we were talking about the outro and I was like ‘how far can we even go with it?’ and she was like ‘i’d go as far as you’d want me to’, not to mention that she had me pinned in my chair and was whispering that in my ear. How on earth am I supposed to focus on anything when she’s saying stuff like that? Looking at me like that?! This is so frustrating. There’s just no way that it’s nothing, right? Unless she’s just getting me riled up for the fun of it.”
Manon laughed, moving around to get more comfortable. She propped the phone higher, “Megan, that is classic Lara. But, she wasn’t flirty with me, really. Unless I just didn’t pick up on it, but I’m pretty adamant it was more of a ‘are we full-sending the outro tonight?’ than a ‘mm Manon let’s fuck on stage’ thing. Yeah, I’m not forgetting about lolla Brazil, Megan, Lara’s back was genuinely bent in a right angle. You’re giving me ideas on what to do when I come back bitch.”
“Okay, okay, but don’t go too far when you come back, I don’t wanna be jealous of you.” Megan pleaded, more or less in a jokey way.
“Don’t worry, Megatron, the only person I really go far with is Soph, especially when her back is arched and–”
“Okay, okay, okay! You can shut up Manon, Megan does not need to hear about our sex life.”
“Uh, yes, I do! Gimme all the details Manon, ignore your wife, which is still crazy by the way, I am personally offended I’ve only found out now. Not to mention that you weren’t even gonna tell me!”
Sophia bonked Megan on the head as Manon laughed through the camera, “Maybe, I’ll tell you about our sex life if you ever tell me about your inevitable one with Lara. But for now, that is staying between Manon and I and the unfortunate places we have… engaged in said activities.” Sophia’s face flushed the moment she said that.
“Well, I think that the mirror in the rehearsal room is a great place to have se–” Manon interjected.
“Manon!”
"In front of the mirror? You guys are freaky as fuck, damn, okay, but can I know one thing, pretty please? Like it’s a very important question.” Megan begged, her smile blinding as she cheesed about her new found knowledge, mind fleeing from Lara.
“Depends what it is,” Manon hummed.
“Is strapphia real? I see all this shit about strapphia on my timeline.”
“Do not answer that Manon, I will break up with you.”
Manon raised her arms in defence, “My sincerest, most deepest, most humblest apologies my dear Megan, you heard her, I can’t have the love of my life breaking up with me now, can I?”
Backstage, 5 minutes before all the girls were getting ready to go on stage, Megan pulled Sophia to the side, “She’s gonna do something insane. She said she was topping this time.”
Sophia grabbed both of Megan’s cheeks and gave them a squeeze, “Megan. Listen to me. Stop panicking. You’re gonna do great, just let her do whatever she wants. This performance extends a tiny bit further than your feelings, so you got this, okay?”
Megan hopped on her feet, shaking her hands up and down in rhythm, “Yeah, you’re right, I got this.”
And Megan did have it. Up until the end of MIA, that is.
“M.I.A,
I’ma, I’ma go M.I.A
I’ma, I’ma go M.I.A
I’ma, I’ma go euhmM.I.A”
Yes, Megan Skiendiel had moaned into the microphone while Lara Raj dragged her tongue up her neck and onto her face, nearly touching her lips and from certain angles it looked like they genuinely had kissed. It was unexpected to say the least, Megan thought maybe she was going to reciprocate the back arching, but no, Lara had sent shivers running through her and made her fuck up in front of a crowd of fifty-thousand people.
The moment they got off the stage after gnarly, Megan excused herself to the bathroom to sit on her phone and scroll through twitter on her burner account to witness what had just happened to her. For a moment, she thought she hallucinated everything until she took one scroll to find herself staring at herself getting tongued by Lara.
Megan’s heart raced impossibly faster, a wild gallop that left her dizzy, pressing her forehead to her knees. This was bad. She was hopelessly in love with her best friend and bandmate. This was very bad. Yeah, sure, it was a little crush at first, who doesn’t crush on their friends at least once in their life? But this specific moment just shot that ‘little crush’ up to heaven and Megan was sure that there was some sort of tension, be it sexual or not, between her and Lara.
She scrolled further, thumb slipping on the screen, pulling up more angles. It had been, what? Half an hour after MIA and people had already started making edits of Megan’s body arching instinctively into Lara’s touch while Lara gripped the back of her head. Her cheeks burned, a flush that spread down her neck, mirroring the path Lara’s tongue had taken. God, why did it feel so good in the moment? The shiver that had rippled through her, making her thighs clench even now as she sat there. It was as if Lara claimed her on stage–not that she was complaining, she was far from it, but the question still lingered: were these feelings onesided or not? Surely not, right?
“Megan,” A knock and an all too familiar voice came from the door, “You in there? You said you were going to the bathroom like ten minutes ago.”
Yes, the cause of her problems right outside the door. She nervously got up and opened the door, “Hey, Lar.” She said, peeking her head through.
“Hey Mei,”
Okay, problem. Major problem. Lara was too pretty. Way too pretty. She was like a siren, so alluring to Megan that Megan was ever so close to just spilling out everything she was thinking, which is not a good idea because she feared she wouldn’t ever stop speaking if she did.
“I didn’t go too far, did I?” Lara asked, genuinely concerned.
“Not at all!” Megan squeaked. She was embarrassing herself. She let the door open a bit more and Lara stepped in, shutting it behind her.
“Okay, good.” Lara’s voice was low and enticing, she couldn’t be too loud after the performance anyway to keep her vocals intact, but wow did it make Megan’s stomach flutter.
“I’m not–”
“I wanted–”
They both started speaking at the same time after that momentary awkward silence and Megan bit her lip. She was about to beckon Lara to speak first, but Lara did in fact beat her to it, “You go first, Megs.”
Megan took a deep breath before words started tumbling out of her incoherently, “Okay, so I’m not stupid to think that there’s something going on between us right? Because, Lar, I swear to fuck you’re so pretty and beautiful and you make my stomach do this weird thing where it genuinely makes me want to throw up because you’re just amazing and when you dragged your tongue up my neck I nearly died on the spot. Scratch that, I did die on the spot because I moaned in front of a crowd of how many people? And then I got revived the moment the lights went down–god I don’t even know, Lar. Was it just for the fans? I’m so lost, you’re just so wow, and I think, no I know that I’m in–”
And then her world ended because Lara’s hand found the back of her neck once more and Lara leaned in to kiss her to shut her up. She had deja vu thinking about how Manon and Sophia confessed. Lara’s lips were soft, it was nothing like when they kissed drunk, it felt completely different. Megan immediately melted into it, the heavenly sound of her moan softening into the kiss, “love… with you.”
Lara pulled back to search Megan’s eyes, her fingers still curled possessively at the nape of her neck, thumb brushing the sensitive skin there in slow circles. Megan’s breath came in ragged bursts, her body leaning forward instinctively, chasing the warmth of Lara’s mouth even as her mind reeled.
“Megan,” Lara whispered. She didn’t let go, her other hand sliding to Megan’s waist, fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush. The heat radiating from Lara’s skin seeped through Megan, “You think you’re the only one dying out there? When I…when I licked up your neck, tasting you like that… fuck, I wanted more. It wasn’t just the choreo Megan, I wanted to do that, I needed to.”
Megan’s heart stuttered, her hands finally moving to grip Lara’s shoulders, nail biting into the fabric of her outfit. It was only them. Every surrounding thing vanished the moment Megan locked eyes with Lara, “You mean it?”
Lara nodded, her lips curving into a smirk. She leaned in again, forehead resting against Megan’s, their breaths mingling hot and fast, “I’ve been teasing you for weeks because I couldn’t say it straight. Everytime you look at me, at my lips or my eyes or my body–you don’t even have to be looking at me and it drives me insane. I dragged my tongue over you because I couldn’t stop myself. I love you Megan. I’m in love with you. All of our drunk kisses were excuses, but this is me not holding back.”
Lara loved her. Her. Megan cupped her face, thumbs tracing the line of her cheekbones, pulling her into another kiss before she could overthink it. Their mouths met hungrily, Lara’s tongue slipping past Megan’s lips to stroke against hers. Megan sucked on it gently, eliciting a low groan from Lara that vibrated through her body.
They broke apart gasping, foreheads still touching, Lara’s hands roaming now–one sliding up Megan’s neck to tangle in her hair, the other squeezing her hip, thump dipping under the waistband of her skirt to brush the bare skin, “God, your mouth,” Lara murmured, nipping at Megan’s lower lip before soothing it with a lick.
Megan laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a whimper as Lara’s teeth grazed her lip harder, “This is… wow, Lar. Better than I ever expected. I mean, I dreamed about this. This feels so right. I can taste you everywhere now, from your tongue on my neck out there, to here,” She surged forward, capturing Lara’s mouth again, her tongue delving in boldly this time, exploring and tangling with Lara’s. Her body arched into Lara’s, breasts pressing against her chest, the friction sending sparks straight to her core.
Lara responded with equal fervor, backing Megan against the sink counter, her knee nudging between Megan’s thighs to press up against her. The pressure made Megan grind down instinctively, a soft moan escaping into the kiss as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Lara’s free hand cupped Megan’s ass, lifting her slightly onto the edge of the counter, hips aligning perfectly.
Lara’s grip tightened on Megan, hoisting her fully onto the sink’s edge with effortless strength. The cool sink bit into Megan’s thighs, a contrast to the scorching heat building between them. Were they about to fuck in the backstage bathroom? Probably! Lara stepped between Megan’s now spread legs, body slotting perfectly against Megan’s, their hips grinding together in a slow roll that drew a shaky gasp from Megan’s lips.
“Lar… please,” Megan whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to Lara’s shoulders. The memory of that tongue dragging up her neck onstage flooded her senses–the wet, teasing path it had traced, igniting every nerve. She needed it, deeper, hungrier, on her most sensitive skin. She throbbed with the ache, slickness already soaking through her underwear from the confession alone.
Lara read the desperation in Megan’s flushed face, “I know what you want,” she murmured, the only feeling she had being desire. She captured Megan’s mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues thrusting together in a messy rhythm that mirrored what they both craved. Lara’s hands roamed again, shoving Megan’s skirt higher until it bunched around her waist, exposing the damp fabric slinging to her folds.
Megan whimpered into the kiss, her hips bucking forward, seeking more friction against Lara’s thigh. The adrenaline from everything surged through her like liquid fire. Lara broke the kiss with a nip to Megan’s jaw, then trailed her lips down the column of her throat, sucking but not hard enough to leave a mark, “You taste amazing, Mei.” Lara whispered hot against Megan’s skin. Megan made a mental note to thank both Sophia and Manon.
Kissing her again, Lara hooked her fingers into Megan’s underwear and yanked them down her thighs, letting them dangle from one ankle. The coldness of the air hit Megan’s exposed pussy, making her shiver, but Lara’s warm hands spread her wider, thumbs stroking the soft inner thighs. Megan’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she watched Lara drop to her knees on the bathroom tile, eyes locked on the glistening slit before her.
“Beautiful,” Lara murmured, breath laced with awe and with hunger. She leaned in, inhaling deeply, savouring the musky scent that was all Megan. Without warning, she pressed her mouth to the inside of Megan’s thigh, deliberately leaving licks and kisses everywhere but her core, leaving Megan a whimpering mess. Megan’s hands flew to Lara’s hair, fingers tangling in the strands trying to pull her nearer.
“Your tongue Lara, I need it, please,” Megan begged, a broken whine. The vulnerability in her plea twisted something deep in Lara’s chest, mixing raw lust with the tenderness of their fresh confession.
Lara didn’t make her wait, she couldn’t, especially because she was in love with her and would do anything for her. She dove right in, tongue lapping Megan’s folds in a long lick from entrance to clit. Megan’s head fell back against the mirror with a thud, a high-pitched whimper escaping her as pleasure ran rampant through her. Lara’s tongue was relentless, lapping at the slick juices coating her pussy, circling the swollen clit with teasing flicks before sucking it gently between her lips.
“Oh god, yes,” Megan moaned, her thighs quivering around Lara’s head. She was a fucking mess–body arching off the sink, panting, whimpering uncontrollably. Lara’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she leaned as close as she could, tongue thrusting into Megan’s entrance, fucking her with wet, insistent strokes. The sounds were obscene–the slurping of Lara devouring her, Megan’s desperate cries echoing off the tiled walls.
Lara moaned against her clit, sending jolts straight to Megan. She alternated between broad licks that covered every inch and pointed thrusts that mimicked a cock plunging inside. Megan’s fingers tightened in Lara’s hair, guiding her closer, her hips grinding against Lara’s face in frantic need, “Don’t stop… feels so good, your mouth on me like this,” she wined, tears pricking at her eyes.
The love they’d just admitted fueled every lick, every suck. Lara pulled back only to murmur, “I love you. I love you like this as well, all wet and whimpering for me,” before plunging her tongue back in and curling it. Her fingers joined the assault, two sliding easily into Megan’s dripping pussy, pumping in time with her tongue’s insatiable persistence on the clit.
Megan absolutely shattered with a keening wail, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched around Lara’s fingers, gushing more slickness that Lara lapped up greedily, prolonging the waves until Megan slumped against the mirror, boneless and spent. Whimpers still trembled from her lips as Lara rose slowly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand before pulling Megan into a deep, tasting kiss, “I love you,” Lara whispered against her mouth, their foreheads pressed together once more, hearts pounding in sync.
Megan nodded weakly, a smile curving her swollen lips, “I love you too.”
Lara helped Megan off the counter and Megan wobbled for a bit before standing up straight, “Now, we should probably go and meet up with the others, otherwise they’re gonna think something’s seriously wrong.”
Megan laughed, “Yeah probably.”
Sophia wasn’t stupid. The moment Lara and Megan approached, she knew the whole dynamic between them changed and she gave a ‘I know damn well’ smirk to the both of them and Megan turned the other way awfully shy, cheeks flushing.
Sophia mouthed, ‘Tell me about it later’ and Megan nodded immediately, knowing that she wasn’t going to escape any questioning. But, in truth, it benefitted her too, she wanted to know about Manon and Sophia’s sex life and if strapphia was a figment of the fans imagination or if it held truth to it. It was an important ask, after all.
The post-performance chaos wrapped up fast–quick changes, a few fan interactions, and then the group piled into a couple of vans, buzzing with adrenaline and laughter. Manon had texted ahead saying that the afterparty was stocked with drinks, and by the time they arrived, there were quite a lot of people there with bottles of vodka and tequila scattered across tables. Manon was lounging on the couch, pouring shots for them with a mischievous grin.
“Started without us?” Dani teased as they filed in. Sophia beelined for Manon, (obviously, why wouldn’t she?) snatching a shot and downing it in one go,
“Let’s get this started,” She poured herself another and the alcohol was about to start kicking in from the empty stomach.
Megan, Lara, Sophia and Manon dove right in, passing bottles and clinkling glasses like they were on a mission to erase the world outside. Dani and Yoonchae hung back a bit, Yoonchae wasn’t even drinking. But the other four? They were hammered within the hour–laughing too loud, stumbling into each other with the room spinning in the best way.
Sophia dragged Manon to an open space amidst the people, their bodies swaying close, “C’mon, dance with me,” Sophia mumbled, words thick and sloppy, her hands sliding to Manon’s hips. Manon laughed, pressing her back against her, their grind grinding.
Mean and Lara joined in seamlessly, the four of them forming a loose circle that quickly blurred into tangled limbs. Lara’s arm looped around Megan’s waist, pulling her flush as they moved to the beat, hips rolling together sending more sparks through Megan’s still-sensitive body. Sophia spun away from Manon for a second, grabbing Lara’s hand and tugging her into the mix, their laughter mixing with the thump of the bass. Manon’s hands found Lara’s shoulders, and soon, she was grinding up behind her, bodies pressing in a playful sandwich.
Megan watched with a pout, the jealousy bubbling up light and teasing, fueled by the quantity (very much edging on alcohol poisoning) of drinks she had, “Hey, hands offfff my girl, Manon,” she said, doing the Gabriela hand movement that made herself laugh, and slurring just a bit as she stepped closer, poking Manon’s arm, “Told you I’d get jealous–Lara’s mine now.”
Lara turned her head, eyes sparkling with amusement, her body still moving against Manon’s, “Mm, is my Meimei jealous?” she drawled, reaching out to hook a finger in Megan’s belt loop and yank her in, “C’mere, baby.”
Megan tumbled into them, sandwiched between Lara’s front and Manon’s playful push from behind. Their hips all synced up, grinding messily–Lara’s thighs pressing between Megan’s legs, Manon’s chest brushing her back.
Sophia, not one to be left out (after departing to grab another drink, might we add), stumbled over with a cup of god-knows what, her words a garbled mess, “L-let me join in, you bitches,” she slurred badly, spilling a little as she wedged herself into the group. Now it was all four of them, a chaotic tangle of arms and legs, grinding and swaying with bottles clutched tight. Sophia’s hip bumped Megan’s, Manon’s laugh hot against Lara’s ear. They fucked around like that for what felt like hours–unfiltered fun with no boundaries.
Dani watched from the sidelines for a while, shaking her head, “I feel like they feel like we don’t know that they’re together, like come on, Megan and Lara were not slick about whatever they did in that bathroom.”
Yoonchae laughed, “Yeah, they’re obvious even to me.”
Dani pushed herself off of the wall and pulled her phone out, calling out to them and making her way over, “Alright you alcohol-addicts,” she said, tapping away on her phone, “I’m gonna get you an uber to Manon’s hotel since hers is closer than ours.” The four girls groaned but Dani pushed them to the door of the after party just as the uber pulled up and pushed them inside, “Drink water and sleep. If you even will.” she muttered at the end, knowing damn well what they were gonna get up to. If Sophia, their leader, was out of commission to be the Mum of the group, then she had to take charge.
They all climbed into the back seat and the door clicked shut.
Megan leaned into Lara almost instantly, her body craving the contact after the dancing and earlier bathroom session. Lara’s arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her close, and their lips met in a heated kiss. Megan’s mouth parted under Lara’s, tongues sliding together in an urgent tangle. Lara’s hand cupped Megan’s jaw, tilting her head to deepen it, sucking gently on her lower lip before nipping it lightly. Megan whimpered softly into the kiss, her fingers digging into Lara’s thigh.
Across from them, Sophia and Manon were no better. Sophia, her words a drunken slur, grabbed Manon’s face with both hands and crashed their mouths together. Manon’s laugh bubbled up before it turned into a moan, her hands roaming up Sophia’s sides, bunching her shirt. They kissed messily, Sophia’s tongue thrusting in deep, sloppy strokes, saliva down their chins as they ground their hips together in the tight seat. Manon’s fingers threaded into Sophia’s hair, pulling her closer, their breaths coming in hot pants between licks and sucks.
The Uber swerved a little, but no one cared–the partition was up, and the driver kept his eyes forward. Megan broke away from Lara first, her lips swollen and shiny, chest heaving. She glanced over at Manon and Sophia, still lost in their makeout, and nudged Manon’s arm with her elbow, “You guys still haven’t told me if strapphia is real,” Megan slurred, a sly grin spreading across her face despite the alcohol making her words wobble.
Manon pulled back from Sophia to smirk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Sophia rocked back and forth, drunk out of her mind and her eyes glassy, “What? Wanna find out?” Manon shot back, challenging as she leaned over to peck Sophia’s lips again.
Sophia nodded hazily, “Yeah… yeah, let’s show her,” she mumbled, her head lolling against Manon’s shoulder as the Uber pulled to a stop outside the hotel lobby.
They tumbled out in a disorganised heap, arms linked to keep from stumbling. Manon fumbled with her keycard at the elevator. The doors to Manon’s suite clicked open, and they spilled inside, the room messy.
Manon sauntered over to her bag by the dresser, hips swaying with drunken confidence. She unzipped it slowly, building the moment, and pulled out the harness–a sleek black strap-on with a thick, veined dildo attacked, the silicone gleaming as if it were in a spotlight, “Strapphia is real…” she drawled, holding it up like a trophy, her eyes locking on Megan’s with a wicked gleam.”
Megan’s gaze fixed on it, her mouth going dry, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. But Lara wasn’t having it. She stepped in front of Megan, blocking her view, her hands framing Megan’s face, “Stop looking at Strapphia and look at me,” Lara murmured, possessive, before capturing Megan’s lips for the hundredth time today. Lara’s body pressed Megan toward the bed and Megan melted into it, moaning as Lara’s teeth grazed her lip.
Manon and Sophia watched for a moment, exchanging a glance, “Damn,” Sophia breathed, before she turned to Manon and yanked her in for another kiss. Their mouths collided hungrily, Sophia’s hands sliding under Manon’s top to squeeze her breasts, thumbs circling the hardening nipples. Manon arched into the touch, her free hand–the one not still holding the strap–gripping Sophia’s ass and pulling her close.
But, Sophia was fading fast, the alcohol crashing over her. She broke the kiss with a groan, swaying on her feet, “Fuck… need a break,” she slurred, stumbling back to flop into the armchair by the bed, Her eyes, heavy-lidded, stayed glued to the scene unfolding. She took the strap from Manon’s hands and started fiddling with the harness absentmindedly, a lazy smile curving her lips. She would never admit it, but she liked watching, “Go on, baby… join them. Have fun with me later,” she encouraged, giving permission with a nod.
And Manon didn’t need telling twice. She stripped off her skirt in a quick motion then crawled onto the bed where Lara had Megan pinned down. Megan was shirtless now, Lara having yanked it off mid-kiss, her breasts heaving with each breath. Manon leaned in, her lips brushing Megan’s first–an exploratory kiss that quickly turned filthy, tongues swirling as Manon’s hand trailed down Megan’s stomach to touch her core through her underwear.
Lara joined seamlessly, her mouth moving to Megan’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, which they’d regret in the morning, while Manon deepened the kisses. Their lips ended up meeting in a messy triandly–Megan in the middle, tongues licking across mouths, saliva trailing between them. Lara’s hand joined Manon’s, pushing Megan’s underwear aside to stroke her soaked folds, fingers dipping in to circle her clit, “You’re so wet already, baby,” Lara whispered against Megan’s ear, nipping the lobe.
Megan gasped, her body arching up as both women worked her over. Manon’s fingers thrust inside her, two at once, curling with the technique of someone who knew what they were doing, and truth be told, Manon did know what she was doing. Megan’s walls were clenching and Lara’s mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting, tongue flicking the peak while her free hand pinched the other. They topped her relentlessly, no mercy–Manon’s thrusts speeding up, slick sounds filling the room, Lara’s teeth grazing skin as she switched breasts. Megan’s thighs were trembling and cries muffled by their mouths as Megan was getting overstimulated like a little bitch. Her first orgasm hit like lightning, pussy spasming around Manon’s fingers, juices coating her hand as Megan bucked and sobbed.
Lara kissed her through it, swallowing her moans, while Manon added a third finger, stretching her wider, pumping slow and deep to drag it out, “Good girl, take it,” Manon purred, her own arousal dripping onto the sheets. Megan’s body shook, oversensitive nerves firing wildly, every touch making her body shake ten times harder.
Lara stripped off her own clothes quickly, revealing her toned body as she straddled Megan’s face, knees either side of her head, and lowered herself slowly, facing Manon, “Open up for me, yeah, Meiyok?” Lara commanded softly. Megan’s tongue darted out eagerly, lapping at Lara’s folds, tasting her musky sweetness. Lara ground down, smearing witness across Megan’s mouth and chin, moaning as Megan’s lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard.
Manon shifted lower, peeling off Megan’s underwear completely and positioning herself between her legs. She aligned their pussies, clits brushing, and starting grinding–slow rolls at first, her slick heat sliding against Megan’s throbbing one. The friction was intense, Manon’s hips circling to rub their swollen nubs together. Megan’s muffled cries vibrated against Lara, making Lara buck harder, hands gripping bedsheets as leverage.
Lara leaned forward capturing Manon’s lips in a searing kiss over Megan’s writhing body. Their moans spilling into each other’s mouths, Lara’s fingers gripping the back of Manon’s neck to hold her close. Manon’s hips never faltered, grinding faster now, skin on skin echoing as she chased her own pleasure against Megan’s clit. Megan was lost between them, tongue thrusting into Lara, lapping desperately while her own pussy pulsed from the non-stop pressure. She was completely out of it–eyes rolled back, body slick with sweat.
The room filled with their moans–Lara’s high and needy, and Manon’s deeper and throaty while Megan whimpered vibrations into Lara. Sophia watched from the chair, the sight had her stirring again, arousal cutting through the drunken fog.
Sophia stumbled to her feet, nearly tripping over her own shoes, the harness dangling from her grip. She stripped clumsily–shirt over her head, pants shoved down–her body flushed and heavy. Fastening the strap around her hips took me a minute, her fingers fumbling with the buckles. By once it was secure, the thick dildo jutted out obscenely. She moved behind Manon, who was still grinding on Megan, and pressed close, her hands sliding around to cup Manon’s breasts from behind.
Sophia’s lips found her lover's neck, kissing up the column of it in open-mouthed sucks, tongue tracing the pulse point. Manon tilted her head back with a whine, breaking the kiss with Lara to expose more skin, “Soph… yes,” she breathed, her grinding stuttering as Sophia’s teeth grazed her shoulder. Sophia’s hand dipped lower, fingers finding Manon’s clit and rubbing circles while she lined up the strap-on’s tip with Manon’s entrance.
With a slow thrust, Sophia pushed in, stretching Manon wide. Manon cried out, walls clenching around the intrusion, her body jolting into Megan harder. Sophia set a rhythm of deep, pounding strokes that made her hips slap against Manon’s ass, the harness rubbing her own clit with each dive. Manon’s moans turned desperate, ruined, her grinding on Megan faltering into frantic bucks as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Lara came first, her orgasm crashing as Megan’s tongue flicked her clit one last time. She ground down hard, pussy flooding Megan’s mouth with her come, thighs quivering around her head, “Fuck, Megan. Yes, you’re so good to me,” Lara gasped, riding it out before leaning forward again and taking Manon’s lips in a sloppy kiss while her hands roamed to Manon’s tits. Lara pinched and twisted the nipples, rolling them between her fingers, tugging hard enough to make Manon arch and sob into her mouth.
Manon was utterly ruined–Strapphia slamming into her from behind, hitting deep with every thrust, Lara’s mouth devouring hers, hands mauling her breasts. Her body shook just like Megan’s, pussy clenching around the dildo as her own climax built. She came with a shattered scream, body convulsing between all three women.
Megan, pinned and overwhelmed, followed seconds later–her tongue still buried in Lara, clit throbbing from Manon’s final grinds. Her orgasm tore through her, walls fluttering empty but intense, a gush of witness soaking the sheets as she thrashed weakly.
Sophia kept thrusting through Manon’s aftershocks, her own release hitting from the harness’s pressure on her clit. She groaned low, hips stuttering before she pulled out, the dildo slick and shining. But, the effort undid her–the alcohol, the exertion–it all caught up. She swayed, eyes closing, and collapsed onto the edge of the bed with a mumbled, “Strapphia… out.” Her body went limp, passing out in a heap, strap-on still half-attached.
The others followed suit, spent and boneless and they all tangled together on the bed, the room quieting to soft snores.
Megan was the first to wake up, head pounding uncontrollably. She tried to get up, but felt way too much weight on her, so she fully opened her eyes and saw three naked bodies, of her members, laying atop her, Sophia with a whole fuckass dildo on. The night came back in fragments and she said out loud, “Wow, Strapphia really is real.”
Which did, in fact, make the others stir awake in a loud groan.
“What the–” Sophia said, rolling and then falling directly onto the floor, “I’m never getting drunk again.” She concluded.
“Well,” Manon said, “A drunk foursome was definitely not what I expected.”
Lara tightened her arms around Megan as she mumbled, “I don’t think any of us expected it Manz.”
A loud buzz came from Sophia’s phone, “Do I bother checking that?” She asked, laying flat on the floor, “I probably should.” At an excruciatingly slow place, she got up, mind you strap on still connected and naked, and sauntered sluggishly to her phone that was on the floor on the other side of the room.
“I think Dani hates us.” She called out.