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˖ ࣪ 𓂃 SHOOT YOUR SHOT . 05 stupid jokes

Crypto.com Arena, 5:15 p.m.

The bright lights overhead felt hotter than the California sun, almost more demanding than the media over the past couple of days. Reporters were crowded in rows before you, their voices overlapping and clashing. You were sitting next to Billie, dressed in something casual—It wasn't an award show, is what you've been having to tell yourself every time before going out ever since you got drafted.

You shift in your seat, smoothing the creases in your jeans beneath the table, fidgeting with the buckle of your belt. Billie leans in beside you, eyes still directed toward the crowd as she speaks.

"5 bucks your first question is about the live," she whispers.

You turn slightly, eyes narrowed in challenge. "Make it 10. I bet they'll ask about your music before they even get to anything basketball related."

The guard grins, laughing as she straightens back in her chair again. "Deal."

From first glance, you wouldn't even think that Billie's nervous. Her cool confidence and easy charm don't paint her as an anxious person, but you can tell she's on the edge of reeling with the way her leg bounces under the table, bumping yours each time. Yeah, no, she's not calm in any way, shape, or form, and you almost feel like you should apologize for even thinking that you were nervous.

Sarah drapes her arm around the back of your chair beside you, laughing over something with Azzi to pass the time. You still think it's a crazy coincidence that all four of you went to UConn and all got drafted by the same team. Guess they needed players with more chemistry or something like that. That fact eases you up a little, because you couldn't imagine being this nervous at a press conference and hardly knowing anything about the people seated beside you.

However, you're sort of regretting your choices earlier in the week now. Maybe reacting to a girl group full of 10s on live probably wasn't the best decision. You're not taking all the fault, though. If it wasn't for the fans' peer pressure to watch the video, you wouldn't have said anything at all!

But you did.

And now you have to deal with the embarrassing consequences.

You just hope everyone here pays more attention to professional sports and stats rather than stupid crushes.

Billie moves to make another comment right as the moderator taps the mic for order, which earns her a barely-contained chuckle and a sideways glance. The man taps his mic again, silently calling for silence.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he began. "We'll start with opening statements from Sparks player Billie O'Connell,—" he nods to you, "—fellow Sparks guard Y/N Y/L/N, center Sarah Strong, and shooting guard Azzi Fudd before we open the floor to questions."

Before you get the chance, Billie leans forward first, blue eyes flicking to you and gauging the relief in your gaze before settling on the crowd once more. "Yeah, uh... thank you all for being here. It's been a crazy summer, and an even crazier past week, but I'm glad to finally sit up here next to my teammates and just talk about basketball again." Her voice carries through the room in that usual mix of sharpness and charm, making half the room perk up.

You notice Billie lean back, taking the cue to speak next. This time, however, cameras zoomed in, lenses all clicking in unison. "Like Billie said, thanks for coming. We're all so glad to be back on the court soon and get in that game-day headspace—"

Mid-sentence, a certain brunette in a blazer catches your attention from the back corner of the arena. Jenna. She nods in your direction, offering a small smile.

You swallow. "—and the last thing we want is for anything to distract from our team and the season we've worked so hard on building. We're here to put all the focus back on the game at hand."

Slowly, you retreat from the mic, settling back comfortably in your seat as you smile for the ongoing flashes of cameras. Jenna flashes you a bigger smile in the back before ducking behind a cameraman and exiting the room. Well, at least you're finally doing something that pleases your team instead of keeping them on their toes. You keep your eyes on Sarah and Azzi as they take the floor, presenting their own raw statements and momentarily taking you out of the hot-seat for even just a few minutes.

"...And, yeah," Azzi murmurs into her mic. "Just so happy to be back with the team." She gestures down the table before sitting back, a silent cue of opening the floor for questions.

A reporter in the second row immediately rises to their feet, raising an eager hand. "Y/N, Billie—can you address the comments made earlier this week? The ones where you two publicly thirsted over two rising pop stars?"

In the corner of your eye, you can see Billie physically hold herself back from laughing in their face.

Sarah clears her throat.

Azzi looks away.

The room buzzes with silence for a moment.

And, in Billie's defense, the way the reporter worded the question also made you jerk with barely held-back laughter.

You want to stay silent—you almost have to, because you know if you open your mouth even in the slightest, you'll burst out laughing.

But someone has to answer the question. And Billie? Yeah, she doesn't seem like she's up for it with the way her hands drag slowly down her face, the corners of her eyes crinkling lightly with the trace of a smile. So, after one deep, controlled exhale, you lean into your mic.

"Sorry, who?" You ask, masking your crumbling composure with faux confusion.

The crowd goes quiet.

At this point, Billie's eyes are practically bulging out of her head with how hard she's holding back her laugh, and you're 100% sure that everyone in the room can tell how utterly fake your confusion is.

Albeit, the reporter needs their story, so they don't back away even a bit. Instead, the woman stands taller, grabbing her notepad from her seat and clicking open a pen that's definitely seen better days—no, seriously, it's literally cracked down the middle and stained with blue ink. Does journalism really require getting your hands dirty?

"Thursday afternoon, 1:30 p.m., Billie, you, and a couple other celebrities attended a live video on your Instagram account—"

Receipts, really?

"—and watched a music video. While watching the video, you proceeded to make very flirtatious statements about Daniela Avanzini, as did Billie with Lara Raj," she states, ending with a firm nod and a cock of her brow as if to urge you to speak upon it.

Yeah, you're so fucked.

Slowly, you take the floor again, trying not to punch Billie square in the face for being so unprofessional right now. Her laughing seriously wasn't helping your case in any way whatsoever.

"Uhm—" you pause, glancing around the room. "—Sorry, um, I can't really recall that nam—"

Almost as if on cue, the reporter lady pulls up a photo.

Heads turn at the small whoosh of paper lifting in the air, and you swear you hear a few laughs and coughs from both sides of you. Billie is damn near suffocating herself, Sarah has both hands over her mouth, and Azzi is pretending to tie her shoes as she hides behind the table. So much for team support, they're literally throwing you as bait to every hungry, insane reporter here.

"Oh. That girl."

"Yeah," she adds, expression as cold as ice. "Do you recall the name now?"

You nod slowly, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat as you bounce your leg beneath the table. "Yeah, but—"

"So you publicly admit to having a raging crush on Katseye's one and only Daniela Avanzini?"

Way to glaze the girl.

Nobody's ever boosted your ego like that.

And, wait—isn't today supposed to be about answering basketball related questions?

You clear your throat. "Look—We're only girls with phones. Sometimes you say things. Sometimes... you m—sometimes they're jokes."

Billie doesn't miss the small slip-up, nor does she let the way your voice drops to something softer at the end crawl away from her attention. Cameras flash harder at your words, and you can already picture the headlines and posts probably being made on TikTok and Twitter right now. You're so cooked, but you can't let those emotions show right now, even if you really, really want to grab the table cloth and suffocate yourself with it.

"Stupid jokes, at that," the guard adds, sharing a forced laugh with you. "However, that shouldn't shift anybody's attention from the upcoming season. What matters now, in the present, is how we show up for our team."

You flash Billie a thankful smile once she finally ends her small speech, nudging her foot with yours beneath the table. Thank God you have her to twist your words into something more professional and sensible. Honestly, your career probably wouldn't even be what it is right now if it wasn't for her.

Damn.

Maybe this is the exact reason Daniela doesn't know jack shit about you or your background.

But whatever, she's still watching your games, and you're determined not to fumble this bag—even though it'll be quite the challenge while you're also juggling something far more important than a relationship: your career.

Oh, and winning Rookie of the Year.

Almost slipped your mind.

You wonder what Daniela will think when she sees—

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what apps u use 4 smau?

for the texts, i use a website called postfully!

for the twitter posts, i use an app called twinote :)

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the motivation drought is real 💔💔

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would u be down to write more college billie ? when u write her as a basketball player its soooo hot

oh definitely!

i've been thinking about athlete!billie a lot recently & i miss writing for her sm 😿😿 send in some requests and i'll absolutely whip up a little (or long) piece for her !!

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i need some words of encouragement to write PLEASE PLEASS PELASS

GIRL U LITERALLY HAVE THE BRAIN OF SHAKESPEAREE??? LIKE WE AS A COMMUNITY NEED YOU TO WRITE THAT FIC & SAVE US FROM TUIS DROUGYT OF BILLIE FICS 😿😿🙏🙏

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i have a question…… farmersdaughter!billie or cowgirl!billie for you know future purposes ……

......... i fear......... the only right answer is......... cowgirl!billie......

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Fwb!gp!Megan

Tags: Smut!!, Phone sex, Implied mommy kink, cockwarming, semi-public sex, reader is an idol under hybe ( or hxg pick your poison ), phone sex, p in v

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would stare at you from afar during award ceremonies, when your group won the award she cheered the loudest for you out of everyone there, cheered louder then your bandmates. No one minded it because everyone knew how close Megan was to you.

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would drag you into the hybe HQ bathroom and bury her cock inside your pussy. You would have to put your hand over her mouth to stop her from moaning so loud in the public bathroom from how warm you were and they way you clenched around her made her knees buckle and her eye squeeze shut. Almost as if it hurt.

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would beg you to suck her cock backstage before a concert with her group. Because poor baby would get pre-show jitters and she convinced you that the only way to really help her relieve her worries or anxiety before getting on that stage. Sometimes her bandmates would bang on the door telling her to hurry up because they come out soon but Megan just tells them in a shaky voice and slurred voice “ I’ll be out soon.. don’t—orry. “

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would sometimes invite you to have lives with her, simply just chatting it up with her and her fans or maybe just play some games with you. Sometimes trying to teach you new and different games she would recently get into and the chat would just absolutely laugh and maybe some of the gamers that are watching the live rn would just crashout because you would do something wrong or say something completely wrong.

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would also have you cockwarm her on stream while playing games, she would try her best to not whimper or buck her hips upwards to just thrust into you and ruin your pretty pussy but she can’t because shes on live and knows that you two could get into really big trouble if anyone knows about you two. So she just trys her best to focus on the games or the chat or maybe even on what you have to say instead of the way you feel around her. But its hard when you roll your hips so deliciously on her cock.

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would sometimes invite you over just to cuddle with you and watch movies together because she just can’t go a day without feeling you in her arms. Poor baby loves you so much but due to your busy schedules and lifes it’s so hard to see eachother sometimes and you guys just wouldn’t see eachother for weeks upon weeks and weeks so she sometimes just invites you over or even facetimes you while going to sleep.

Fwb!gp!Megan Who would facetime you before concerts or even during rehearsal when she gets a boner and needs more then her imagination to help her. You’d whisper dirty things to her over the phone. “ So hard during practice? Just what are you thinking about that gets you this needy baby? “, “ Just imagine what I’d do to you if i were there.. “ You’d leave the sentence open because you knew Megan had a imaginative mind and would just use that for her dirty little fantasies while calling you mommy. Phone in one hand and her cock in the other as she’d pump herself so fast and desperately. The camera would be so blurry to where you could barely see her pretty face but best believe you could still hear her pretty whimpers/moans and the lewd sound of squelching.

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okay so we gonna fumble bad 😞

oh absolutely 😭

but maybe we make a comeback... who knows.... 😼

[chrissv4mp]

Reporters asking y/n smth about her and Dani and I can see yn just being like “yea never even met the girl before lol😸😸”

yes, because this is almost exactly what happens in the next chapter 😭 except y/n isn't the best at dodging questions and it's just a complete mess that gets clipped over and over again

[chrissv4mp]

u have such a pretty name 🤗

thank you so much :(( 🤍

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hope you enjoyed horseback riding!! and i'm soo good now that dance is started (isw sanity is coming back)

dude, it was so fun !! love horses sm 🤍

ayyyy good for you! (no literally dance gives me life)

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˖ ࣪ 𓂃 SHOOT YOUR SHOT . 04 r.i.z.z.l.e.r.

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American Pie. pt. 1 — ✦

➨ gp!reader x 5!katseye. {no yoonchae}

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a/n: I have a fuck ton of stories in my drafts I promise ima complete your requests especially for my {🦕} ANON ILY I swear I’ll have that posted soon bby

✔︎Tags 4 series: *not everything is included in pt.1* readers 18+, highschool!au , blowjobs , oral sex , breeding , switch!reader , pinv sex , dirty talk , reader!receiving , loser!reader turned player!reader, backshots , semi!public sex, breast play , masterbation , reader watching porn

✔︎Summary: [loosely based on ‘American Pie’]. You and your friends made a pack to lose your virginity before graduation but you get caught up between three girls on the cheerleading squad + perhaps some friends of your own ;)

✦@pimpnchips

You threw your head back, a shiver of pleasure racing through you as your hand pumped along your dick. The room seemed to tilt and spin with every stroke, your breath catching as the tension built. On the screen, two naked girls tangled together, moaning, their bodies glistening under the light. Your mouth hung open, entranced. You’d always wondered what it would feel like to be buried inside a real pussy, how warm it’d be, how it’d mess you up and ruin you in the best way.

But that wasn’t your reality. Not yet. Right now, all you had was your fist and the fantasy of fucking them both at once. So caught up in the rhythm, you didn’t notice the door swing open until it was already too late.

A sharp scream snapped you back. You whipped your head around, heart plummeting, and yanked a hand over yourself. Your mom stood frozen for a split second, laundry basket in hand, before she gasped and slammed the door shut behind her.

Shit.

You were never coming back from this embarrassment and you’ll face the consequence of your mom never seeing you the same.

You cleaned yourself up in a panic, scrubbing like that would somehow erase the memory from both your brain and your mom’s. There was no way you could stay in that house, not after committing the ultimate humiliation. With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone and fired off a desperate text to Megan, begging her to meet up before your shame officially killed you.

You found her at your usual hangout, the greasy corner of the local burger joint, the one with sticky tables and flickering neon lights that made you feel like the universe was personally judging you. Megan was already there, fries in one hand, soda in the other, smirking like she’d been waiting for this moment all your life.

Megan patted your shoulder, “I mean, it’s not all that bad. She knows you’re a hormonal freak now, so maybe she’ll finally knock,” she cackled, nearly choking on her soda.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Mei, my mom saw my dick. My dick. I’m literally never leaving the house again. She’s probably downstairs right now burning my laundry like some exorcism ritual.”

“Relax,” Megan said, smirking. “It’s not like she walked in on you, I don’t know, fucking a cantaloupe or something. You were just—” she mimed jerking off in the middle of the table.

You smacked her arm. “Can you not act it out in public? Jesus Christ.”

She just laughed, spilling a little soda. “Oh, come on, it’s classic! Honestly, you’re like a walking teen horror-comedy. I’m honored to witness it.”

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the floor would swallow you. But then Megan leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a secret. “Anyway… forget your mom for a second. You know about that party tonight?”

You peeked up, half-excited, half-terrified. “Yeah?”

She grinned devilishly. “We’re going. Perfect chance for us 3 virgins to… experiment a little. Maybe see some real tits, maybe make mistakes we’ll regret forever. And you, uh… you might have a little edge, considering, you know…” She pointed vaguely at your pants, smirking.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. You had zero experience in that department unless you counted the handful of white socks you’d rubbed over in private, or that one utterly ridiculous moment when cheer captain Daniela, blackout drunk at one of her parties, chucked her panties across the room and they landed right near you and Lara.

Yeah. That counted? somehow.

The drive to the party felt like your own personal hell on wheels. Every red light made your stomach twist, every bump in the road reminded you that soon you’d be walking straight into a room full of people who had no idea you were a hormonal disaster waiting to happen.

You stepped inside and immediately ran straight into Megan and Lara. Megan’s grin stretched way too wide, and Lara just snorted like she already knew tonight was going to be a total catastrophe.

“Finally!” Megan said, grabbing your arm like you were a rescue mission. “We thought you’d bail!”

“I almost did,” you admitted, darting your eyes around like a deer in headlights. “But… here I am. And I already want to crawl under a table and die.”

Lara jabbed your ribs. “Oh, baby quit whining. Remember that cheerleader panties incident? This is nothing compared to that.”

Megan tilted her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Seriously… why haven’t we just fucked y/n yet?” she asked, glancing at Lara like it was the most obvious idea in the world.

Lara blinked, then burst out laughing. “Oh my god… did you just say that out loud?”

Megan shrugged, still grinning. “Yeah. I mean… come on. We’ve been friends since we were kids. It’s time we… y’know.”

Your heart practically exploded through your chest. They actually said it. Out loud. About me. You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a strangled, “Wha—what?!”

Lara leaned closer, still laughing. “Relax. We’re just talking. Sort of. Maybe thinking. Not actually planning… yet.”

But you weren’t relaxing. Your brain was doing cartwheels, your stomach twisting into knots, and every scenario from mortifying to completely filthy was flashing through your mind like a porn montage.

Megan leaned back, arms crossed smugly. “I mean, if anyone’s gonna do it, it might as well be us. Before graduation. Right?”

You groaned so loudly it probably sounded like a dying animal. “I hate all of you. I hate everything.”

Lara snorted, shaking her head. “Oh, come on! You love it. Admit it.” You buried your face in your hands, muttering, “I… do not. Absolutely do not…”

It wasn’t the worst idea, but it wasn’t exactly brilliant either. You were terrified of what might happen if the dynamic with your best friends changed but knowing them, part of you doubted it ever would. Still… a small, guilty part of you imagined your first time being with Daniela. You’d always pictured her lips wrapped around your cock—

“Y/n! What are you thinking about?” Lara’s voice cut through your daydream, and she smirked like she already knew.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “I hate both of you. I hate everything.”

Lara nudged you, smirking like she had the perfect idea. “Aw, come on. Admit it. You’ve thought about this before. Me, Megan, whoever. Don’t even try to deny it.”

You peeked out from your hands. “Maybe… a little.”

Megan’s grin spread wide, practically evil. “A little? That’s basically a yes.”

Lara leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “You know what? Let’s make a pact. If nobody actually gets laid tonight…” she wiggled her eyebrows, “then you’ll fuck us.”

Megan nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Come on don’t you want the experience of what pussy feels like? That warm apple pie feeling when you slide in..”

Your eyes practically popped out of your head at the suggestion, but the boner straining in your pants gave away how your body really felt. Megan and Lara were staring, grinning like predators, waiting for your answer. Your voice came out shaky, almost comically small: “S-sure?” though it sounded more like a question than a declaration.

As Megan and Lara kept going and Megan swearing up and down you were “packing at least eight” while Lara argued it was “minimum six but thick”, your eyes glued themselves to Daniela across the room. She was laughing, hair falling over her shoulders, red cup in hand, looking like every filthy daydream you ever had at 2 a.m. when the house was quiet.

Heat crawled up your neck and you immediately looked away, practically choking on your own spit.

Nope. Nope. Stop it. Do not imagine her lips around your cock right now. That’s not happening. You’re at a party. With friends. Normal people don’t get hard while waiting for a Sprite.

You shot up from the couch so fast Megan blinked. “Uh—where you going?”

“Drink!” you blurted, already speed-walking toward the kitchen like a man possessed.

By the time you made it to the kitchen, your heart was pounding and your pants were doing a very obvious tent impression. You reached for the nearest red solo cup and poured yourself something out of a random bottle on the counter without even looking at the label.

One sip in and your throat lit up like a bonfire. You coughed so hard people actually turned to look. “Who the hell put jet fuel in this bottle?” you wheezed, blinking back tears.

When you finally looked down, you realized you’d just taken a massive swig of straight tequila.

“Cool. Yeah. Totally fine,” you muttered, chugging the rest anyway because at this point, maybe killing your brain cells was the only way to stop picturing Daniela on her knees in front of you.

You tossed back what was left in your cup like it was water, ignoring the way it burned your throat. One drink turned into two. Two turned into—well, you stopped counting when someone shoved a red solo cup into your hand and screamed, “CHUG!”

So you did.

Before long you were posted up by the snack table, swaying like it was a boat deck and not a living room floor. Everything felt a little too bright, too funny, too loud and you were pretty sure you just high-fived some random guy because he said he liked your shoes.

“Babe,” Lara’s voice cut through the fog in your brain. “Are you… drunk?”

“Noo?” you slurred, the word coming out more like a confession than a denial.

Your eyes flicked down from her face and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or what but she looked hotter than usual.

The tent in your pants betrayed you instantly as your gaze landed on her chest, the way her breasts were pushed together making your mouth go dry. She tilted her head, smirking like she already knew exactly what she was doing to you.

“You getting hard for my tits now, baby?” she teased, sliding her arms around your neck so you could get a better look.

You nodded desperately, unable to speak, heat crawling up your neck.

Without another word, she dragged you toward the nearest bedroom and locked the door behind you. You collapsed onto the bed like a lost puppy, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. And in that moment, you felt like a complete freak for having such desperate, uncontrollable feelings for your best friend.

Lara leaned closer, smirk still firmly in place, letting you hang there like a puppy on a leash.

“You know,” she teased, tilting her head, “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like if you couldn’t stop staring at me.”

Your heart slammed in your chest. The ache in your pants twisted sharper, and before you knew what you were doing, your hands were fumbling up her sides.

Lara made a soft, encouraging hum as she guided you gently, tilting her chest toward your face. “Go ahead… I’m curious what you’ll do.”

Your mouth found her breast before your brain could catch up. You pressed your lips and tongue against her, utterly consumed by the warm, soft flesh. Heat and shame collided in your mind. you knew you probably shouldn’t be doing this, but the alcohol, the tension, the way she was looking at you… it was impossible to stop.

“You’re… really into this, huh?” Lara whispered, smirking down at you. “All hot and desperate. My best friend, my little freak…”

Your hands gripped her sides tighter, muffled moans escaping your throat, every nerve on fire. It was pure chaos…horny, awkward, and completely insane but part of you didn’t care. It felt like you always needed this. Needed her.

Lara laughed softly, teasing, letting you worship her while keeping the line clear. “Alright, little puppy… that’s enough for now. You’re drunk enough to make this… entertaining, but not enough to do anything else.”

You pulled back with a groan, chest heaving, cheeks burning with shame and pleasure, craving more but trapped in the delicious tension Lara was letting you drown in.

“I— I won’t do anything, swear. Just… please let me keep going, Lara,” you begged, your voice breaking pathetically. The sight of you like this only seemed to amuse her more.

She bit her bottom lip in thought, eyes glittering with mischief. “Go ahead, baby.”

You didn’t even wait for her to finish before you latched your mouth back onto her, desperate and needy.

“But—” Lara cut in smoothly, fingers tangling in your hair, “if you start humping my leg, you’re done.”

Her warning barely registered in your foggy, desperate brain. You were too busy burying your face in the soft swell of her chest, sucking greedily like you’d been starved your whole life. The faint taste of her perfume mixed with your own spit was intoxicating, and you swore you could stay like this forever.

“God, look at you,” Lara teased, laughing under her breath. Her fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make you whimper. “You’re acting like my tits are oxygen.”

You tried to respond, but your mouth was already searching for her skin again, tongue darting out before she let you. When she finally pushed you back down, you moaned shamelessly, the sound muffled against her cleavage.

“You’re pathetic,” she whispered against your ear, voice dripping with amusement. “My best friend, drunk out of her mind, begging just to suck my tits. That’s all you want, huh? Just this?”

You nodded frantically, not trusting your voice, drool starting to smear across her skin as you latched on harder.

“Careful, baby,” she purred, shifting her thigh dangerously close between your legs, making you stiffen. “Remember what I said. One little grind and you’re cut off.”

The ache in your pants was unbearable, throbbing so hard you almost couldn’t breathe, but you stayed still, trembling with the effort. Every lick and suck felt like heaven and torture all at once and pleasure you didn’t deserve, dangling just out of reach.

Lara laughed again, low and wicked, watching you squirm. “You’re so easy. I don’t even have to fuck you to break you.”

Her words cut through you sharper than any blade.. You whined against her skin, sucking harder, trying to prove you could be good for her, that you deserved every second she allowed.

“Mm, that’s it,” Lara cooed, tilting her head back like she was relaxing into your neediness. Her hand slid down the back of your neck, nails scratching lightly at your skin. “Suck like that and maybe I’ll let you stay here all night.”

The thought alone made your stomach twist. All night. Just her tits, just her voice, just her laughing at how weak you were. Your cock pulsed painfully against your jeans, but you didn’t dare move. Not an inch.

For the first time you didn’t think about the captain of the cheer squad you thought about your best friend.

You pulled back just enough to gasp out, “Please don’t stop letting me—”

She silenced you with a sharp tug on your hair, forcing your mouth back where she wanted it. “Shut up, baby. You sound ridiculous.”

Your hips betrayed you, twitching once, a shallow, shameful jerk against the air. Lara caught it instantly.

“Ah-ah,” she warned, smirk curling at the edge of her lips. “What did I say? No humping, or I’m done.”

You froze, heart pounding, every nerve screaming for friction. “I’m sorry. I won’t, I swear,” you mumbled against her skin, voice muffled and pathetic.

Her laugh was soft and cruel. “You’re shaking,” she pointed out, like she was narrating your downfall. “God, you’re actually shaking just from sucking my tits. I don’t even have to touch you.”

Tears of frustration prickled at the corners of your eyes. Desire and humiliation. they all blurred together until you couldn’t tell the difference. All you could do was hold on tighter, praying she’d let you stay where you were.

Lara stroked your hair almost sweetly, her tone mocking. “That’s right, baby. Be good. Be my little toy. Nothing more.”

Your mouth was still latched to her chest, tongue greedy and sloppy, when your hips jerked. The tension coiled in your gut snapped, and you spilled in your jeans with a muffled moan against her skin.

Lara froze for half a second before pushing your face back and looking down at you with wide eyes. When she spotted the spreading wet patch across your crotch, her shock melted into a devilish grin.

“No way,” she whispered, almost in awe. Then she burst out laughing, sharp and mean. “You seriously just came in your pants? From my tits? Oh my god, y/n.”

You whimpered, trying to turn away, but she grabbed your chin and forced your eyes on her. Her smirk deepened, cruel and gleeful.

“You’re pathetic, babe. Couldn’t even last, and I didn’t even let you hump my leg. You really came just from sucking me like some desperate little dog.”

Your face burned, tears stinging your eyes at the humiliation, but your cock twitched again traitorously in your sticky pants. Lara noticed immediately, her grin stretching wider.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting hard again already. God, you’re hopeless,” she mocked, giving a little shake of her head. “And to think—you, Megan, and me made that stupid pact. If we didn’t lose it, you’d get to fuck us? Please.” She let out a cruel laugh. “You can’t even handle real tits without creaming yourself. You’re never lasting long enough to take anyone’s virginity.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, low and deliberate, “You’ll never, ever be the one to take me. Not after this. Not after you proved you’re just…this. My pathetic little mess.”

Your whole body shuddered at her words, humiliation and arousal twisting together until you could barely breathe.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[chrissv4mp]

best sub!megan writer right here 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

︵⠀ Ꜥ    · 𝓑ATHROOM ✶ M.S

❝ meet me at the bathroom ❞

꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ❫ pairing. megan skiendiel x 7th member f! reader ✴︎ smut ── lately, megan's been leaving mid rehearsal, throwing stupid excuses as she makes her way to the door, maybe you can help with whatever going on with her—in the bathroom. / disclaimers. gp!m, sub!m, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex notes. i finally finished a fic also i love sub!megan she's canon !! wc. 2.8k

The dance room held the heat of your body in the ambiance, sweat drops falling from your forehead and body, splashing on the wooden floor.

The squeaking your sneakers made when sliding on the floor caused your face to crinkle at the discomfort of the noise.

Your body moved freely, hips swaying to the beat of the song, your presence radiating confidence every time you outdid yourself in a certain step of the choreography.

Manon and Dani were together, sitting on the wooden floor with mouthfuls of protein bars, their water bottles next to them, an uncomfortable sound echoing in the empty room when they squeezed them too hard as they drank.

Sophia and Yoonchae were playing together on their phones, momentarily giggling, a sound that melted your heart every time you heard it. They playfully hit each other, a loud yelp catching your attention, with Sophia quickly apologizing for her loudness. Yoonchae looked at her, worried but offended, knowing her slap on Sophia's arm was lighter than a feather.

"Girls," Dani scolded them for distracting you, receiving apologetic glares from the maknae and the eldest.

Lara was next to you, accompanying you as you moved across the space you had settled in, Gabriela loud on the speakers, the room vibrating along with the rhythm. She followed her assigned placement, as did you, respecting your steps and positions as the song went on.

Megan was supposed to be dancing with you, but she had to excuse herself and leave, with no explanation given.

Lara was chatting with Manon and Dani when Megan left abruptly, her demeanor strange, speed-walking to the door before unintentionally slamming it shut. She later saw you struggling with the choreography since you were worried about your girlfriend; that's when she decided to keep you company, momentarily making your worries disappear with her presence.

It's not that you forgot about her, but she provided the reassurance you needed, telling you she probably had to go to the bathroom. You shook your head at the thought, but she couldn't have been more right.

The phone screen lit up, a message popping up. Since your phone was connected to Bluetooth, it echoed across the room, causing the girls to giggle.

You stopped dancing to look in its direction, dragging your feet to the speaker sitting on the floor, your phone above it, Megan's name on the screen. You felt a bit worried, but that feeling faded the moment you read the message clearly.

megatron 💍

come to the bathroom please

You stared at it for a couple of seconds; you were exhausted, and it took you a while to comprehend what she meant, a loud sigh escaping your lips.

"You okay?" Dani asked, pulling you out of your trance.

"Yeah." You quickly replied, nodding vigorously. "Exhausted." With that, you grabbed your phone and placed it in your pocket, walking towards the door, your friends giving you confused stares as you exited the room.

"Okay, that was weird." Lara raised her eyebrows, walking back to the spot where she had been sitting before Megan stormed out, casting suspicious glares at Manon and Dani, who looked just as confused as she did.

The bright lights could blind anyone not used to them; a single one could easily illuminate the whole hallway. You almost felt like flying, your feet moving quickly along the hall, your mind racing, wondering why she would send such a message, although you assumed you knew the reason.

Lately, she had been disappearing more often, excusing herself only to return with sweat on her forehead, disheveled hair, and her chest rising and falling heavily. She looked like she had run a marathon, and although no one asked, most knew the answer was too intimate to say out loud.

Everybody knew where Megan was going: the bathroom. They knew she was hiding there, taking care of herself in one of the stalls, which is why no one dared to go into that one bathroom when she was supposedly 'recharging' her water.

Some people walking past you threw confused glares your way, making you self-conscious about the speed at which you were walking. You decided to relax your tense muscles, dramatically changing your pace to walk more slowly, cautiously even.

You saw the bathroom sign getting closer, accelerating once again, your feet moving quickly as you approached the room. Your arms hung awkwardly by your sides, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, biting the skin off. You reached for the door handle, opening it the moment the cold metal touched your fingertips.

The room was lonely and quiet, but the faint sounds of Megan's whimpers broke the silence. Your eyes wandered across the brightly lit bathroom, the shiny floor and marble, stopping at the reflection of a certain stall, the door slightly open, the sounds intensifying as you got closer.

Your steps were quiet as you leaned in, fingers wrapping around the old wooden door that kept your business out of the public eye.

When you walked in, the sight caught you by surprise, even though you had expected nothing less.

Megan had her hand wrapped around her cock, a rapid pace as she strokes herself, quiet whines slipping down her lips, eyes shut as she indulged herself in the pleasure her own hand was providing. Her legs were slightly trembling, sign that she was getting closer, probably wishing your were there, fearing she might have to deal with it alone—again.

She didn't even hear you enter the stall, her eyelids covered her eyes, hand stroking her cock now more aggressively, whimpers becoming louder.

It's when you lock the door that she finally opens them, the click to loud to hide. Fear grows in her eyes as she thinks she was caught, only to find you, gaze relaxing once it finds your eyes, a tired smile on her face as she mutters something you can't understand.

Your mouth falls open at the sight, staring intensely at her crotch, words getting stuck on their way out, forcing you to remain quiet.

You both state at each other before the words finally leave your mouth. "You need help?" Voice is shaky, a breathy laugh following after the words.

You can't help but get wetter at the view before you. Her pants around her ankles, boxers on a knee level, her cock thick and veiny, overstimulated.

You swallow the thick lump in your throat, your knees involuntarily buckle, her body attracting yours like a magnet.

She's looking at your with big doe eyes, silently begging for you to help her, to touch her aching cock, to wipe the pre-cum accumulated on the slit of her tip, which is furiously pink, throbbing.

Your knees hit the ground before you can stop yourself, your eyes wide with lust, looking straight at Megan, who can't look away from you, anticipation building within her, breath ragged, pupils dilated.

The floor feels cold underneath your knees, the pressure plating a bruise that will later bloom. The air is charged, the space between your mouth and her cock is none, your breath hits the skin of her length, chills running through her skin instantly.

Your hands wrap around her erection, the ridges of her veins prominent against your palm, making your breath hitch. You start with a slow rhythm, one that makes her sigh with pleasure, that makes her muscles tense and her mind cloud with lust.

When you look up, you meet her gaze, the same gaze a kicked puppy gives you, with tears swelling in her eyes, a small pout adorning her lips.

The more seconds pass, the more tired you get of teasing her. That's why without warning, you wrap your lips around the glans, the salty taste of her precum invading your taste buds, making you moan, the sound spreading through Megan's cock, making her moan in pleasure too, her hands quickly grabbing your hair, pulling at the roots gently.

You lap on her tip, precum sticking to your tongue, kitten licks and kisses covering her shaft, making sure no spot stays unattended.

Megan groans and moans in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as she tries to have patience, resisting the urge of thrusting into your mouth.

You relax your throat and let your head fall slowly, taking more of her thickness in your cavity, veins pulsing on your tongue, the tip leaking more precum that sticks to your throat.

While bobbing your head, you twist your wrists, letting them rise and fall on the base of her cock, taking care of the inches unattended by your mouth.

"Fuck—" She shudders, voice shaky. "You're gonna—Ah!—You..." The words get lost in the way, brain too foggy to continue, only one thing present in her mind—you.

As your throat relaxes, you start to accelerate the pace, hands now resting on top of your thighs, nose hitting her pelvis, your mouth wrapped around the base of her length, gagging in the process.

You feel her twitch inside your mouth, her cock throbbing so hard inside your cavity, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Feeling all her movements, all those little details, how her veins are pulsing on your tongue, it drives you insane.

"Fuck, baby." She vowels, her hands pressing your head down, keeping you in there for a couple more seconds, drool hitting the floor as you can't help but gag, trying to breath through your nose.

She lets you go, you pull away, catching your breath, spit sticking to your lips, trails of saliva hanging before falling to the floor.

A bright smile spreads across your face as you notice Megan throw her head back, grunts escaping her lips, her cock moving on its own, jerking back and forth.

"You wanna come?" You innocently ask, knowing the power you have on her, already planning to abuse it until Megan is a pathetic mess under your touch.

Just seconds after you speak, Megan's nodding enthusiastically, you even fear her neck might break because of the strength she's nodding to. It makes you smile, though, the way she's too eager to cum, but you're not finish, and you kinda feel sorrow.

"Are you gonna be good f' me?" You trap your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes wide open as you await for the already known answer, but you get off of seeing her become a pathetic loser.

"Yes... Yes, yes, ye—Hah!" As she repeats herself, you take all her inches at once, the head of her cock hitting your throat with ease, making her stop in her tracks instantly, head tilting, watching you gag on her length, drool sliding down your chin, an obscene sight that makes Megan thrust her hips into your mouth.

Megan reclines on the toilet, a hand on the cold white cover, holding your head with the other one. She quietly lifts her hips, starting to slowly thrust into your mouth, making you slightly choke.

Her hips move fast, your nose crashes against her pelvis, your hands wrap around her thighs, looking for steadiness as she fucks your face. Tears start swelling in your eyes, slowly spilling as Megan reaches her high.

"You're taking me so well, baby." She groans loudly, holding your head in place as she takes a ruthless pace, fucking your face so good it has you spilling tears.

You hear her whimpers get louder, strained moans leave her mouth desperately, the movement of her hips become erratic, deeply thrusting into your mouth, searching for the friction that will make her collapse.

She quietly murmurs something you don't understand, but she gradually gets louder. "M gonna come..." She whisper falls from her lips.

Not even five seconds after that sentence, you feel thick ropes of warm cum hitting the back of your throat, making you choke momentarily before swallowing every drop. Cum slides down the corner of your mouth, staining the clean floor.

"Oh, god—" She gives an ultimate thrust before letting go of your head, her arms flatly falling beside her, head resting on the tiles of the bathroom wall.

You withdraw from her cock, messily wiping the mix of cum and drool off your face. You can't avoid to look down, witnessing the mess you made, the mess you both made.

"Thank you." She mutters, a lazy smile on her lips, blinking slowly, recharging the energy she just lost.

"Your welcome, perv." You playfully joke, only to receive a gentle smack by her, giggles now filling the air, something intimate despite having her cock down your throat seconds ago.

You stay there for a couple of seconds, knowing rehearsal might be over, nothing stopping you from continuing.

You lift your body up, your knees ache but you don't care. Your hands tug from the waistband of your sweatpants before pulling them down along with your underwear, wetness sticking to your panty as you pull it down.

"Fuck..." Megan mutters, looking at you mesmerized, hypnotized.

"Ready for round two?" Slowly, you straddle her lap, wet folds grazing her sensitive cock, stealing a rather loud moan from her. "You gotta be quiet."

You don't really believe she heard you, because when you grab her cock, aligning her on your entrance, she whines loudly, the sound echoing across the four walls.

"Quiet." You hiss, squeezing her dick. She shuts her eyes close, lips pressed together as she tries to hold back the moans.

"Good girl." But when you whisper those words, all the effort was in vain, a loud gutteral groan leaving her chest.

You roll your eyes, knowing it wasn't worth it, she'll keep moaning either way. Instead, you grind against her length, the thickness spreading your folds, her skin grazing your bud of nerves, forcing you to bite your lip so no sound could slip.

"Please..." She whines, followed by a cute whimper that makes your thighs tense. "I— I need you."

And in a heartbeat, you let your whole body relax, sinking down on her cock all at once, swallowing every inch, making you moan, the pleasure and pain invading your body, having you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck!" Megan exclaims, hands flying to your waist, squeezing the flesh tightly. "Fuck, you feel so good."

You let yourself adjust to her size, moving your hips in slow, painful circles before lifting your body and sinking once again on her cock.

The beads of sweat start to form on your forehead and body, the words are stuck on your throat, being exchanged by moans and whimpers, your body tenses and relaxes all together, waves of pleasure crashing your body.

You feel like you're going insane the more you ride her, impaling her cock inside you, squeezing her so good she can't even speak properly, babbling gibberish.

Your hands find their way to Megan's chest, balancing yourself, finding the steadiness to keep jumping on her lap, shoving her length deep inside, feeling the way it twitches when your walls squeeze her a little too hard.

It was matter of minutes until she starts to feel that iconic rubber band on her lower stomach, her abdomen contracting, abs tensing, a sight that makes you sigh.

"M gonna—Fuck!—M gonna..." She cuts herself mid sentence, her grip getting tighter, her hips now moving in a fast pace rhythm, thrusting into you with strength, something that has your body shaking furiously, your own climax closer and closer as she hits that sweet spot inside you.

Her thumb presses against your clit, the pressure making you cry out, rubbing circles until your hands take ahold of her shirt, wrinkling it in your fist.

"I'm gonna come!" You whimper in a high pitched voice, muscles tensing.

"Yeah?—'M... 'M gonna cum too, fuck." She breathes out, hips becoming erratic.

When your abdomen tenses, you let yourself collapse above her body, forehead against her chest as you come on her cock, legs shaking, chest rising and falling aggressively, sweat dripping down your body.

The way your walls contract after coming has Megan losing her mind, not soon after, you feel her spilling her warm seed inside you with a cry, thick stripes of cum painting your insides white.

You feel it sliding through your inner thigh, the thought of the mix of cum and arousal making its way down your legs has your head spinning.

You're thankful you locked the door. The both of you look pathetic, a complete mess, showered in sweat and fluids, ready to fall asleep right there and then.

"Is someone inside?" Your eyes snap open when you hear the banging on the door, jolting you and Megan awake almost instantly.

"Fuck." You mutter, gaining a soft chuckle from Megan, who is cleaning herself.

"Want me to help you?" She offers to clean you up, something you can deny and easily accept.

"Is there someone inside?" The voice speaks once again, making you huff in annoyance.

"Yes!" You yell, the banging stoping once it hears you.

You look at Megan, who's intensely looking at you, trying her best to hold her laugh, only to burst out laughing along you, giggling like little kids who found a dirty secret.

"Fuck you." You mutter.

"You already did that." She bites back. You roll your eyes and shrug it off, because you did fuck her already—in the bathroom.

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[chrissv4mp]

hi sweet ami, how are you??

hi, zaraa!!! i'm good, been spending a lot of time with my friends :) omw to go horseback riding with them as well even though we're all scared asf 😭

how are you, sweetheart?

[chrissv4mp]

congrats on 1k!!!! i'm so happy for you! much deserved. can we get some texts with gf!manon please?

texts with gf! manon

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[chrissv4mp]

Can i be added to the shoot your shot taglist please?

adding you now! <3