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“Ohhh Keeiiirraaa~” Lana sings, beckoning her best friend into conversation with her honeyed voice traveling in the kitchen, feet shuffling along. As usual, she’s been splattering the kitchen walls with batter, whipping up a big, delicious batch of red velvet chocolate chip cookies; Keira’s favorite. “Do you have plans tonight, perchance?”

Keira snorts under her breath, relaxing in the living room. The sound of Lana’s mischievous plan hides behind her voice, easy to hear after knowing her after about a decade or so. Keira kicks her feet up on their coffee table in front of their television, head shaking. “You can’t just say ‘perchance’,” She jokes, eyes locked on the drag queens of season seventeen of Rupaul’s Drag Race and head tilted toward the kitchen so her voice carries to Lana easier. “But I don’t think so?”

Lana gasps in glee, the sound making Keira snicker.

Cute.

“Really?” A smile litters Lana’s voice, even bigger as Keira hums back in confirmation. Lana squeals a little, coughing her excitement away to not spoil the surprise. “Good. You now have plans.”

“Oh? I do?” Keira’s brows hop in curiosity, eyes flicking away from the screen only to catch a glimpse of Lana scurrying from the fridge all the way to the oven on the other side of the kitchen, juggling milk and eggs awkwardly in her arms. “You’re finally gonna take me to an undisclosed secondary location and dispose of my body?” Keira’s lips curl into a jiving smirk, eyes dipping low to appreciate Lana’s small asscheeks bouncing underneath her too-short shorts as she shimmy’s across the hard floor.

Lana snorts, bending down in front of the oven to check on a rising batch of cookies. “No, I’ve decided to spare you. For now.”

Keira hums in interest, leaning forward on the sofa to see deeper into the kitchen. Her attention flees from the conversation, now zeroed in on how Lana’s daisy dukes perfectly pronounce her ass cheeks when she’s bent over, the denim stretching and squashing her upper thigh just so…

“…Gay club?” Lana asks.

“Huh?” Keira belatedly blinks her mind out of the gutter, Lana now standing in the doorway waiting. Lana clicks her tongue, hand on her hip with a line of flour smeared down her cheek.

“Ugh, unbelievable,” Lana rolls her eyes, attempting to wipe the flour streak with her forearm but only making a bigger smudge on her jaw. “I knew RuPaul would steal your attention from me eventually.”

Keira tries stifling her snicker, but fails, pausing the show with a single click of the remote. She swings her head back, forcing a serious look toward Lana as she spreads her legs wider, comfortable in a lazy manspread with her arms draping on the back of the couch. She locks eyes with her best friend, offering her full, undivided attention.

“Never,” Keira’s tone passes as joking, but she couldn’t mean it more.

Keira can’t go a day without relishing the little details that make her see Lana through rose-tinted glasses. Like now, for instance, with her long hair thrown up into a bun? The flour on her face? The batter fingerprints on her thighs from tapping them over and over in the same spots in excitement over making sweets for Keira? Adorable. All of it is small, but never fails to make something in Keira’s heart flutter; she looks forward to experiencing it every day in their apartment.

“What were you saying?” Keira circles back.

Lana huffs, then crosses her arms, repeating herself with a tilt to her head. “Have you ever been to a gay club?”

Keira’s brows twitch in surprise. She didn’t see this one, out of all of the ridiculous plans Lana’s had in her magic hat, being pulled out tonight.

Did… Did she just say gay club?

Keira blinks, then blinks again just to make sure she heard her friend right. She parrots it back, confirming Lana had the right destination in mind. “A gay club?”

“Yeah!” Lana nods like the purest golden retriever that’s just been given a bone. “Hear me out,” Lana holds a palm up, the sleeve of her crop top slipping down her shoulder as she flings her hands around in passion to help her talk. Keira’s gaze follows it. “We should go to one! I’ve been giving it some serious thought, right?”

“Right,” Keira nods, a gentle smile resting on her lips.

“Well,” Lana fiddles with her blue-painted, flour-covered fingernails in front of her belly. Her thin lips pull forward, the lower one slightly puffed out anxiously. “I really wanna… Find someone tonight. Maybe the one, y’know? Because, like…”

Oh, no. Don’t do the face. Please.

Lana continues with her umpteenth tantrum about how she deserves to find a partner after all these years of being single, of working on herself. Then, to Keira’s demise, her small brows fix taut into a perfectly kissable, pitiful pout. Those gentle, blue eyes of hers are threatening warm tears in no time, irises glimmering strong to draw Keira in like a moth to a flame; it’s the cherry on top of Keira’s stupid, stupid kryptonite. 

Keira sighs out of her nostrils, heartstrings tugging tight like strings on a violin.

Ugh, fuck. C’mon, Lana… You know I’m gonna say yes.

“—And I think my glow-up’s been fucking awesome! Don’t you think?” Lana turns around, nonchalantly flaunting her small, but well-toned, bubble butt. She even has the nerve to lift up one of her cheeks, smearing more flour under the fat of it. “I worked my ass off to get this baby! Literally!” She giggles, shrugging. “I think someone out there should enjoy this piece of ass permanently, am I right?”

…Permanently?

Keira gulps, eyes fixed on the swipe of flour emphasizing the soft, sweet curve that follows up to Lana’s crack. She knows Lana is looking back at her, waiting eagerly for her best friend to jump on the subject and support her frustrations like Keira does best. However, Keira can’t get her cheeks to stop blooming with red and warmth, frowning and glancing away. She clears her throat, scratching behind her excessively pierced, burning ear.

What kind of question even is that? What do you want me to say?

“Uh, I mean…” Keira breathes out, barely above a whisper. Lana’s pout falls to an innocent frown of concern, searching her bestie’s expression for clarification.

But that’s just it. Their relationship has never really been clarified. Ever since they were teens, stumbling through maturity and figuring out what love was— what sexuality was, Keira’s eyes were always on Lana.

How couldn’t they be? They’ve been attached at the hip since they can remember, immediately having gotten a shared lease for an apartment straight out of high school. It’s not like Keira thinks Lana hasn’t ever thought about her in that way. She thinks so, at least. I mean, Lana flirts enough to make a prostitute look weak. But… Lana flirts with literally everyone. So, Keira worries.

What if she’s just overthinking the small stuff? Too caught up in wishful thinking?

Besides, Lana’s never been one to make the first move with anyone, ever. Keira’s only ever seen her doing everything she can to fish confessions out of her victims-slash-partners. Not to mention that sometimes, Lana has admitted to leading on harmless one-night-stands and flings just to see how long it takes the person to confess how badly they want to take Lana out. Lana never dated, though. She loves the game of chase too much, and loves playing with her food.

So, even if Keira wanted to just come out and ask what they were to one another, there’s no fucking way she’d brave the leap of faith. It’d undoubtedly go wrong, and she can’t have that. Being stuck in this unending limbo of yearning isn’t that bad if it means not losing what they have here, right now. Keira wouldn’t forgive herself if she ruined everything all because she got selfish.

…What if she lost Lana all because she told her how she feels?

“Um? Hello?” Lana raises her volume, now standing between Keira’s spread legs and waving her hand in front of her friend’s blank, zoned-out eyes. “Didn’t know my ass would be so contemplative,” she breathes out a laugh, plopping down in Keira’s lap. Her long, soft legs bracket Keira’s loose briefs and thick, outer thighs. If Keira wasn’t snapped back to the present, she sure is now. “You don’t have to go. It’s just always funner with you.”

Heat creeps up Keira’s nape the second Lana’s ass makes contact with her crotch, shifting in her sports bra and short-sleeved jacket. Her hands drop to awkwardly hover and brush over Lana’s hips, every touch asking where is okay to hold. Keira glances down to her friend’s skinny waist, an inch of her midriff peeking out to show her dark blue belly button piercing. Keira smirks, snickering.

Thank God you’re clueless.

“More fun,” Keira corrects, head lilting over calmly with her eyes on Lana and only Lana. Lana scoffs, pretty eyes rolling and throwing her arms over Keira’s shoulders. “And I didn’t say I didn’t want to go.”

“So you’ll go?” Lana twirls Keira’s long strands of dark hair between her fingers, head matching the direction as Keira’s with this whimsical, hopeful look in her eye that Keira will never understand how she does so effortlessly. “C’mon, drinks are on me. ‘Kay?”

Keira taps her fingers on Lana’s hips in thought, gaze flicking between Lana’s lips and her eyes in a hypnotized, yearning triangle as she nods. “Mhm,” she agrees, hands treading lightly and risking a trip further up to gently squeeze Lana’s waist.

Fuck, it’s so small…

“Only because it’s a gay bar, thouhh. And so you’ll stop putting cookie batter in my hair.” Keira says

“Oops,” Lana drops Keira’s hair, a guilty, sweet smile crinkling her eyes. “Meh, I’ll take it. Beggars can’t be choosers, huh?”

Keira smiles, a ping of reality plucking at her chest— her poor heart.

You have no idea.

After dragging Keira into their shared bedroom, Lana’s been raiding both of their closets for the best outfits that suit their personalities, rambling on all giddy about her hopes about how the night will go for both of them.

“We’re gonna be mingling together, Keira! Aren’t you excited?! Two besties in a lesbian club? Dressed all hot and sexy? Looking for fishes in the sea? This should be your dream come true,” Lana half jokes, looking over her shoulder at Keira, already shrugging on a black dress shirt Lana picked for her. “But real talk, I trust you. So, I’m putting you in charge of filtering out the no-chancers for me, ‘kay? I know you’ll help me find someone that’ll treat me like a—“ Lana gasps, squealing when she gets her hands on a short, backless, baby blue cocktail dress with a thin, coquette skirt lining the thigh. “Oh. My. God. This is it. It’s perfect!”

Keira peeks up from her sloppy attempt at buttoning up her shirt, smiling subtly, enjoying Lana being in pure elation over her cute dress. “That one makes your legs look good,” Keira comments as encouragement to wear the dress, unintentionally killing two birds with one stone by stroking Lana’s ego, too. Keira grunts, arms flopping down because why the fuck won’t this stupid fucking button just slip into the slot?

“Oh, I know,” Lana turns around with wiggly eyebrows, snorting at Keira’s obvious struggle with a roll of her eyes. “Here,” she steps closer, grasping both ends of the shirt and sliding the last few bottom buttons into place with ease. Lana mindlessly leans in closer, noses inches away. She peeks up at Keira’s eyes, those dark, entrancing eyes. She grins feather light. “You have really long eyelashes, you know.”

Keira blinks, eyes glued to Lana and staying as still as she can while her friend’s soft, warm knuckles gently brush her stomach here and there. Lana takes her time buttoning the shirt up so as to not harm her long nails, buttons stopping right below Keira’s cleavage.

…Of course you’d stop there, perve.

Keira clears her throat, ignoring the heat rushing to her cheeks. Her jaw clenches as Lana’s acrylic nail grazes her skin, the bridge of her nose and ears ablaze and the room feels like it’s a hundred degrees. With Lana’s heart piercings and dark nipples poking out of her slip, Keira’s well prepared to bleed if she has to bite her own tongue right now.

Oh my god fuck just fucking button them the fuck up already, I’m never going to survive with a single shot in my system at this rate, fucking fuck—

Keira’s gaze drifts lower as if it’s been away from Lana for too long. That is, until she notices something black, thin, and lacey hidden underneath the silk, sheer material of Lana’s white slip.

Hey, is that my…?

“And you…” Keira hums, staring at the light hitting the glitter mixed into Lana’s clear, shiny lip gloss. She slowly wets her lip with a swipe of her tongue, reaching for Lana’s hips to tug her closer. Keira smirks from the bubbly Lana giggle in purchase, happily breathing in that lemonade-on-the-beach perfume and mint toothpaste on Lana’s breath. Her palms burn a path the lower they travel, the two’s eyes making conversation as Keira suddenly scoops her fingers under the hem of Lana’s slip to reveal a black, floral-lace thong vining around Lana’s hip. She hooks her pointer finger under the thin waistband, raising an accusatory brow. “…Are wearing one of my lace thongs? C’mon.”

Lana yelps with a guilty grin, laughing out with bouncing shoulders and hands pressing into Keira’s bare chest. Her pinky dips underneath the open hem of Keira’s shirt, just barely.

Keira holds her breath.

“Fuckkk, you caught meee~” Lana sings, hands dropping only to flip her slip up and over her head, forgotten on the floor. Her small tits jiggle, the golden hearts nearly hypnotizing Keira like headlights on the way down. “All of mine are in the wash right now,” Lana pouts, dragging the tip of her blue acrylic down Keira’s open, burning pink chest in an attempt at a slutty beg. “Please let me wear it? Just for tonight? Preeeettty pleeease?”

Keira gulps, mouth agape, swallowing back drool at a loss for words with those gorgeous, perky, sparkly areolas looking back at her like that. All of Keira’s thoughts funnel out to filth, mind doing flips with short glimpses of all the things she’d like to do to those perfect tits flashing behind her eyes all at once. And, the cherry on top: Lana bats her eyelashes. Twice.

…Fifteen minutes later, Keira stomps down the street while tossing on some chains, slipping rings up her knuckles trying to shake these stubborn, erotic thoughts. Lana skips down the sidewalk in her heels alongside Keira humming happily with her long, straight hair swishing side to side, Keira’s thong on her ass.

Once Keira and Lana are cleared by the bouncer, Keira’s palm ghosts Lana’s lower back to guide her into the dark, flashy opening of the venue. The music and hollering voices were muffled from beyond the brick on the outside, so Lana had a little bit of an idea of what the setting of her first gay club was going to be like. But before she can even attempt taking in any of her surroundings when they’re inside, Lana pauses, eyes popping wider.

…Holy shit.

Right off the bat, the song, “MONTERO” By Lil Nas X blares out from every direction at an ear-bleeding volume. Red and blue lights glare off of a rotating disco hanging over an LED-covered dance floor to make the entire place flicker with all the colors of the rainbow. Keira tugs Lana backward a step towards her to avoid bumping two giggling girls, both too drunk to pay attention. Their clothes waft a strong musk of sweat, Dolce and Gabbana, and fruity cocktails as they stumble by.

Wow, okay. I- yeah, I didn’t think it’d be this crowded.

“Hey,” Keira leans into Lana, a necessity with the music drowning everything else out. Her low voice tickles the back of Lana’s neck, head tilted to check in with her best friend right next to her star-pierced ear. “You sure this is your scene?”

As Lana slowly assesses the sudden over stimulation of… well, everything— the loud and raunchy music, the overwhelming yet intoxicating smells, the crammed bodies in every corner you look, everyone wearing what feels right to show off certain parts of their bodies— she looks over her shoulder at Keira, snorting confidently.

Lana smirks, glancing down to Keira’s lips, then back up to her eyes. “Are you kidding? This place looks fucking awesome!!”

She wants to kick a possum…?

“What?” Keira’s face scrunches, focusing so hard on Lana’s lips to figure out what Lana actually just yelled. Lana just laughs, head thrown back onto Keira’s shoulder. Lana nods, giving a thumbs up. Keira nods back, expression softening with a mouthed ‘oh, okay’.

The music fades into a quicker beat, “U Love It” by Sophie Powers. Keira grabs Lana’s hand, squeezing past randos to lead Lana to the bar to help her sit and gather her bearings. Not to forget a refreshment or two for both, of course.

Once Lana knocks back a few shots that buzz right through her system, she’s quick to leave Keira at the bar like a dog off of a leash, throwing herself at any girl—butch or fem— that gives her suggestive, undivided attention… Or a few free drinks.

“Haha! Oh my god,” Lana giggles her flushed, totally tipsy head off, almost falling off of her stool. where she’s seated beside a five foot three girl that’s been chatting Lana’s ear off with stories about her first time at a gay bar to stir up some relatable flirting. The girl is barely keeping eye contact with Lana, though, basically speaking to Lana’s chest.

Keira chews a little harder on her tiny, black straw while sipping on her cocktail where she sits a few stools down from the two. She merely watches the girl that’s entertaining Lana start playing with the ends of her hair almost obsessively. Keira’s nostrils flare a bit, eyes rolling as the girl rakes her fingers through Lana’s hair.

Gross. Is Lana enjoying this? She’s not a Barbie doll, bitch.

To Keira’s credit, Lana does redirect the girl’s touch away from her hair with a chuckle. She stands from the stool, waving off the girl, probably using a bathroom excuse.

Keira looks away with a snort, hiding her little grin and fiddling with the rim of her triangle glass. Lana nudges her shoulder with a pout, arms crossed. Keira snorts, turning toward her friend who’s now behind her.

“Hey,” Keira chuckles, wiping her mouth of the spill. “I’m drinking here.”

“Shut up,” Lana whines, flipping her now knotted and mussed hair behind her back with an exasperated huff. “What is it with my hair that’s so fascinating? Do they realize how long I spent straightening it? From CURLS?? Ugh, whatever…” She borrows Keira’s glass, finishing it off with a small burp. She gives Keira a look, face scrunched. “Is it a drunk thing?”

Keira shrugs, beckoning over the bartender with a smile and a wave. After her fruity drink is refilled, she sips at it, sneaking a glance to Lana’s slipped shoulder strap. “Probably,” She raises her voice over the loud vocals in the stereos, reaching over to pull Lana’s strap up. Lana pays no mind, gaze scanning the giant crowd for other candidates to pounce on. “Keep it behind your back. Want me to put it up?”

Lana shakes her head, hope flashing over her eyes as they land on a particular butch walking right her way. “Nope, I’m good. Brb.”

“Mhm,” Keira nods, going to spin back around in her stool but choosing to stay backward in her stool to make sure Lana is okay with the butch woman shooting smiles at her. And stripping off her jean jacket to show off some decent, sweaty biceps littered with patchwork tattoos. Keira snorts, head shaking.

Pfft. A gun show? In a club? What a poser.

Yet, Lana reaches out to give a little squeeze to one of the butch’s biceps. Her face lights up crazy with these giddy giggles just bouncing through her body. Keira’s eyebrows hop, slurping away and shooting herself in the foot.

Well. Okay, then.

Keira spins around, watches whatever it is that the bar has on the tiny pull out TV on the wall until Lana finds the right person for the night. She wants to be right next to Lana to make sure no one touches her the wrong way or says something outlandish or inappropriate, but she never does.

Keira doesn’t hover necessarily, but she stays at the same side of the bar only a handful of stools away from Lana if she’d need to physically step in to fight off any unrelenting weirdos. For a first club experience, who wouldn’t do such for their best friend? Not to mention that Keira would do literally anything for Lana.

And Lana knows this, too. She loves that she can rely on Keira for things like this. She wouldn’t trust anyone else like she does Keira.

…However, the limit to it doesn’t really exist in Lana’s mind just yet. The limit, of course, being how touchy she’s comfortable with getting with total strangers. If not the limit to how touchy she gets with strangers in front of Keira. 

So, when Keira catches the butch woman slithering up close to Lana’s front, sliding her arms around Lana’s body, linking them behind her lower back…

…Of course.

Another song starts; “Girl, so confusing” by Charli xcx blares throughout the entire establishment until the shot glasses on the bar vibrate the liquid inside them to the beat. Keira tuts, gaze following Lana and the woman finding seats only a couple of stools down from her. Keira’s jaw clenches tighter the more the butch touches Lana, completely unprovoked.

Did you even ask if she wanted to be touched there?

The butch looks Lana up and down like she’s a piece of meat, probably ignoring Lana rambling on about something by the way her mouth hasn’t even opened once yet. Yet again Lana’s politeness is taken advantage of as the butch begins dragging her hand lower on Lana’s tailbone like she owns it. Then grabs her hip dips. Her outer thigh. Then her stupid fucking thumb sneaks into Lana’s fucking inner thigh.

Alright, that’s good enough. Say something.

Keira nearly crushes her glass in her fist from how hard she squeezes it, gut swirling with disgust as those butch’s paws just keep inching lower under Lana’s dress, blood rushing Keira’s veins until it boils; she wishes it was from the alcohol.

Stop. Tell her to stop. Just fucking say something, Lana.

Keira’s big brows scrunch taut, taking in all of the butch woman’s features and behaviors. Nausea punches her in the gut, frowning with a long, drawn out sigh. She swishes back the rest of the cocktail with one gulp, the drink burning down her throat.

…Fuck, no. Don’t. It doesn’t mean anything.

The butch has dark, long hair. Dark eyes. Big eyebrows. Piercings. Tattoos. Muscles; as if someone carbon copied Keira’s best features and scribbled in the rest.

It’s… She’s not…

Keira huffs a peeved laugh, grumbling a heated, “You’ve gotta be kidding,” before spinning around to face the innocent bartender. She snatches someone else’s shot on the bar, ignoring their agitated cursing to knock back the liquor. She roughly slams the tiny, pink-patterned glass onto the wooden bar, making the wood chip from the impact. The bottom of the glass splinters into a singular crack, a singular shard of glass breaking off.

The volume of the glass hitting the bar was enough to grab the attention of a few bystanders on stools, turning over their shoulders. This includes Lana and the butch, both turning toward the noise and frozen in place. The butch woman’s hand is paused where it was sneaking her hand underneath Lana’s dress to tug down her—Keira’s— thong.

Keira? What are you…?

Keira glares daggers at the butch. Then spares Lana a singular, brief yet unreadable glance before storming out of the building.

Something heavy drops from Lana’s chest to her stomach, her brows dropping to a concerned frown. She quickly settles the butch woman, explaining that she came with Keira and apologizing that she has to leave so suddenly. After slapping a fifty dollar bill down on the sticky bar, she pushes through the crowd of hot, ditzy strangers as fast as she can in her four-inch stilettos to chase after her best friend, hollering Keira’s name all the way.

“Keira!” Lana yells, the bottoms of her high heels scuffing on the asphalt as she chases after her friend who’s stomping at an irate pace on the side of the road and toward their studio apartment. “Fuck… KEIRAAA!“ Lana huffs with a loopy scream that echoes throughout the street. “Hey! I was just about to get a FREE Long Island!” Lana attempts to lighten the mood, but Keira doesn’t bite, silent.

Really? Nothing???

“Ohmygod— WHAT is your DEAL?!” Lana almost falls trying to slip off her heels, carrying both by their latches in one hand and hurrying on bare foot to better catch up to Keira. They both reach their door at the same time, except Lana is hunching over to catch her breath, swaying unsteadily, half sick with every pant. “Can’t… Whew… Can’t ignore me now, huh?”

Keira doesn’t say a word. Instead, she exhales deeply out of her nostrils, not even turning to look back at Lana. She fishes out her keys from her front pocket, flipping through her comically full carabiner for the right one, jaw twinging every second longer.

Fuck. I wish she’d just go back to the bar. I just need some fucking time alone… I need to get rid of some of these keys, what the hell—

“Hello?!” Lana crosses her arms, face twisted in offense the more Keira ignores her. She grunts, cheeks flushing furiously. She shoves her palm into Keira’s shoulder as a last resort the same time Keira finally slits the right key into the keyhole. “What the fuck was that about back there??”

Keira’s eyes snap up, not too fond of being touched when in A Mood. She pauses briefly before unlocking the door, looking over her shoulder through her bangs. She hisses her response through gritted teeth. “What was what about?” She snaps back, “I’m surprised you noticed anything, too busy with that bitch marking her territory and all.”

Lana’s jaw drops, watching Keira kick the door open and slam into their drywall. She blinks, once, then again to make sure she heard Keira right. She follows her in with a narrowed, stung gaze glued to the back of Keira’s hot head.

…What did she just say?

“Marking her… Excuse me?” Lana asks, stunned by the foul nonsense coming out of her friend’s mouth, no, her audacity, as she tosses her heels aside, nudging the door shut. She waits, one a hand on her hip and the other flailing about, leaving a heavy silence that demands an explanation. “I thought you were going to help me find someone? That’s why I asked you to go!”

Keira gives a skeptical chuckle, letting down her wavy hair and running her fingers through it. She rolls her eyes, toeing off her shoes in the living room, knowing Lana hates it when she does that. She huffs back, “Oh, to watch you get all felt up in front of everyone?” She finally spins on her heel to face Lana, features fixed like stone. She crosses her arms with a final growl. “I didn’t sign up for that.”

Lana ignores the misplacement of Keira’s shoes, gaze sweeping Keira up and down, not sure whether to be more confused or hurt that her best friend doesn’t support her exploring her options.

Do you not trust me or something? What even is this?

Lana rubs her elbow, gaze dropping to the floor with uncertainty swimming in her slightly drowsy eyes.

We’re not even dating, far from it— you’d never even look at me that way! So where the fuck is this all coming from???

Lana takes a big breath, sighing it out and looking Keira square in the eye. “Keira, look. I’m… I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t think it would make you this ups—“

“—Oh, you didn’t?” Keira bites, head cocked to the side. She steps into Lana’s space, anger radiating off of her. Lana steps backward on the wood flooring. “So you think I would like watching something like that, then?”

“I- What!” Lana squabbles, face squinting. “I just—!“

“You what?” Keira presses, even closer. “Go ahead. Give me an excuse.”

Lana puffs, cheeks hot and full of disbelief, aggravation. She stops with an ‘oof’ as her butt bumps into the entrance wall, not daring to break eye contact and lose to Keira. No way.

Keira watches Lana back herself into a corner like a predator does to its prey, tipping her head back and looking Lana down. She snatches Lana’s wrists, planting them above her head with almost no resistance.

Only because Lana’s too busy being knocked further into the drywall, Keira’s body squishing her into the wall. Lana holds her breath, pausing. Something warm swirls and twinkles between Lana’s thighs.

…O-oh. Okay.

“…Keira,” Lana tries, frowning.

“What?” Keira hums, tone dipping into a challenge that her tipsy self can’t take back. “Oh, you’re not gonna be easy now?”

Lana’s fists curl overhead, knuckles going white to match the wall, fuming at the offensive stereotype.

“…Don’t.” Lana mumbles, eyes narrowed and searing into Keira’s; a final warning.

But Keira pushes more, breathing against Lana’s lips almost tauntingly as she whispers, “Or what?”

The traction between them stews faster, stronger—unbearable. It grows until both are literally staring thorns at the other, muscles pulled taut until the tension finally bubbles over and spills. Keira shoves forward and grabs Lana’s soft, peach-slathered lips with her teeth. Lana presses forward just as eagerly, moaning competitively to smother Keira’s lips between hers. Both immediately get caught up in a race to see who can swallow who’s tongue faster. No, harder. 

Their teeth clash and clank sloppily as Keira suddenly yanks Lana off the wall, dragging and tossing Lana onto their bed. Lana’s back bounces on the mattress as light as a feather, grunting, head lolling upright. She props herself up on her elbows, pausing when she notices the intense look on Keira’s face staring back at her.

Oh my god. Oh my—

Keira wastes no time kneeling on the mattress, her weight making the foot of the bed dip. The bed that they’ve both painted each other’s nails on, played Nintendo Switch games and play-wrestled on, watched Netflix and ate icecream together on. Lana’s heart races the more Keira crawls up to her long, smooth legs. 

“Um,” Lana gulps, attempting to sit up with a flustered blush spreading her cheeks, deepening fast. “…Hey, can we talk—“

“—Don’t fucking move,” Keira threatens, low and punishing. She grabs the edge of Lana’s dress, ripping it off with one quick tug, the baby blue scraps falling to the carpet.

Lana’s eyes bulge wider in shock of how quick Keira ruined her dress, thankful she has extras with a squeak escaping her lips. Her tits jiggle until they rest again, bell nipples hardening from the air exposure. The clash of fearful and thrilling sparks in her heart and stomach have her thinking in circles, chest pounding, sending beautiful chills down her spine— she doesn’t wanna piss Keira off any more. So, Lana watches obediently, Keira huffing and puffing like a dog in heat, and oh great now she stripping—

She’s… Oh. Fuck.

Lana sits there, frozen; she’s never heard Keira talk like this— act like this. Her pussy clenches at the sight of Keira popping her shirt open, no care in the world that the buttons go flying. Then off goes Keira’s belt, pants, her plethora of silver rings decorating her knuckles, oh…

“…Keira,” Lana whispers, a trace of a moan threaded into her tone, having little to no control over her mouth anymore. Her hands clasp the sheet beneath, squeezing hard. Her gaze fixates on how nicely Keira’s boobs sit, how the thick chains hanging from her neck fall perfectly between her cleavage, and her big, dark, areolas contrasting to her pale skin oh my God…

…Fuck, why is it so… Hot in here, shit…

Something wet and thick gushes out of Lana’s cunt, throbbing softly around Keira’s thong. Lana sighs out gently, falling limp against the bed and shifting uncomfortably under Keira’s unforgiving gaze.

“Ah—!” Lana yelps, Keira suddenly dragging her lower body down by her hips until her thong is brushing the front of Keira’s black underwear.

Wait— waiT, WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—

Lana’s heart drums so fast she thinks it might jump out of her chest when Keira spreads her legs with a rugged grunt, scooching closer so no space remains between their crotches. Lana squirms, humming fleetingly at the warmth of Keira’s junk up against hers.

…Keira’s pussy is right there… It’s right FUCKING there—!

Keira thrusts empty into Lana’s crotch, the bump sloppy and hesitant; experimental.

“Nn…” Lana stills in place and mumbles sweetly, her stomach fluttering. Keira’s wandering, drunk eyes flicker up in search of Lana’s; heavy, lidded. The only noise in the humid room is of their asynchronous panting as Lana blinks back slowly— waiting. 

Keira thrusts into her again, this time the force from her hips into Lana’s crotch harsh enough to thump Lana further up the bed. 

“Fuck…” Lana moans out clearer, legs lazily linking behind Keira’s back as if by instinct.

Keira’s eyes follow Lana’s legs, the movement enough to kindle an appetite that’s been dormant for years. She smirks, eager flames staring Lana down.

“Yeah?” Keira’s curious fingers travel between their joint pussies. She grabs the lace in the front of Lana’s—her—thong, smearing those black-painted fingernails into Lana’s saturated underwear. 

“W-wait—!” Lana cries, back arching to the relief of finally having someone else touch her down there. She hums in bliss, lips pressed together as Keira’s thumb blindly yet accurately rubs the hood of her fat, throbbing clit over, and over... “Ssshit…”

Keira pauses to thrust their cunts together again, the friction of their panties catching making her groan deep in her throat. She hums cockily at the muffled squelching coming from Lana’s pussy. "Oh, so you do like this?” She accuses, thumbing at the wettest spot on the thong, pressing in and watching the slick ooze out from Lana’s hole, around the thin string. “You like getting me upset, huh…”

Lana whimpers, hands sweeping over and grasping the sheets helplessly. “Keira, we’ve both… Mmn… We had a lot t’drink tonight...?” She whines with a numb tongue, too locked in on Keira’s hands migrating to think of moving. 

F… Geez- fuck me, Keira… What the hell are you—

Keira begins feeling up Lana’s thighs, thumbs hooking under the handles of her thong on Lana’s hips. She flashes a look at Lana, one Lana’s not familiar with at all. Maybe it was one of those sarcastic ‘bullshit’ ones, maybe it was one that emphasizes that her next move means no turning back.

Lana gulps, unable to stop the flow of pre that gushes out of her while staring a little too long at Keira’s big, intense eyebrows.

Keira’s eyes dart down to Lana’s crying pussy, pausing to click her tongue with a proud smirk. She pulls Lana’s wet thong down her long legs, head cocked curiously. “Aww… You really made a mess, didn’t you?”

Lana’s inner kinks twinkle alive, a dark, euphoric pink spreading her face. She opens her mouth and takes a breath to take one more shot at getting Keira to come to her senses. However, it doesn’t work as Keira’s two fingers make Lana choke on a moan, shoving into her soaked hole and curling deep.

“AHHNN—!” Lana tosses her head back into her pillow, chest caving in to huff out a hot, shaky breath. Her brows scrunch up as Keira thrusts at a strong, unforgiving pace.

Keira watches, drinking in every hot, sticky, sexy touch and sound she’s finger fucking out of Lana. She flips her bangs out of her eyes with a grunt, fingers having fun making a frothy waterfall of cum; they don’t dare stop their greedy, hungry drags inside of Lana’s walls for a single second.

God, look at you. You’re a damn mess and you don’t even know it… You’re so fucking cute, Lana…

These desperate mewls spill out of Lana relentlessly, hips moving on their own to chase that delicious speed and force of Keira’s fingers in hopes of getting her knuckle deep inside.

“K-K’ra…” Lana slurs, legs shaking. Her heels dig into Keira’s back, pleading out at the ceiling. “Plea… a-ah…”

Keira chuckles evilly, looking up at Lana through her thick, sweaty brows and pesky bangs. She slows down her pace to give Lana a breather, playing with her slick between her puffy pussy lips. She hums, amazed. “Wow… Is all that from me?”

Lana shivers, grinding into and pulling away from the undeniable pleasure of Keira’s thumb teasing her slick folds. Lana hesitates, face boiling, cheeks like steaming geysers as she hides her face under her arms. She nods quickly.

The confidence in Keira’s face wavers, sitting up straighter. There’s no way Lana admitted to it. But she just nodded as clear as day. Keira’s heart thumps a little faster, a little louder in her chest.

Wait. Really? Was… That a yes? You’re actually turned on by this?

“…Fuck,” Keira hisses, all self-control lost as she hastily indulges. She relaxes onto her belly, peppering kissing up Lana’s thighs, gnawing soft love bites on her fat, pulsing folds until Lana is squirming uncontrollably. Keira drags her tongue long and deep up the length of her drenched pussy, treating Lana’s clit to special laps of her tongue, circling the hood and sucking it with baby bobs of her head.

“S-stop-“ Lana gasps, these pretty, angelic moans floating out of Lana in pure euphoria. “Keira- Keira, o-oh my God—!” Her palms confuse themselves on the sheets; squeezing, unsqueezing, and searching for purchase over and over again.

Keira gluts herself in the pure ecstasy that is coaxing more of Lana’s slick out of her cunt with obsessive flicks of her tongue, until she slows down at the word ‘stop’. Multiple blurbs of strangers' faces from the bar that didn’t stop when Lana asked them to infiltrate Keira’s mind like a confetti gun.

The girl that wore a ‘MAGA’ hat that kept asking for Lana’s number. The girl that wouldn’t leave Lana’s hands alone. The short girl that didn’t stop touching her poor hair…

“Fuck’re you doing…?” Lana whines, her insatiable tantrum concealed behind her sweaty forearms.

Keira hums a giggle against Lana’s gooey lips, tickling lovely moans out of her other lips from the vibrations.

Ha. So impatient.

Keira’s lips pop off of Lana’s pussy, a thick, concocted strand of cum and saliva connecting her to Lana’s quivering hole. Not forgetting Lana’s struggling hands, she reaches up to one of Lana’s bunched up fists in the sheets, gently prying it open and threading their fingers together. Lana’s eyes flutter open, glancing under her arm at her friend with a soft, perplexed pout.

Keira leans back so Lana can see her face properly, smiling, looking up at her friend softly. “Lana…” she starts, squeezing her hand. “I’ll stop if you want me to. If not, keep those eyes on me, baby.”

Baby…?

“Nnnh…” Lana breathes out a raspy, wanton whine, eyes fallen drowsy as they glue to Keira’s. Her cunt contracts right in front of Keira’s eyes, squeezing out even more slick.

…Don’t you dare stop now.

Keira chuckles, watching her gush in awe.

Guess I can’t stop now.

“Mhm, there’s my girl…” Keira keeps her gaze on Lana, eyes flickering between those sweet, crystal blues as she massages gentle shapes into Lana’s thighs. Her thumb nail grazes her skin, waking a path of goosebumps.

…Your…

Lana’s eyelids slip lower, threatening to close from the possessive look in Keira’s eyes. There’s nothing she can do about her lips going slack, getting lost in Keira’s gaze as if hypnotized by those simple words— the ownership.

Keira’s eyebrow quirks in victory. “Yeah… Just like that,” she praises, mouth diving right back into Lana’s neglected pussy the second Lana’s locked in.

Keira sneakily slips her hand up Lana’s wrist the more distracted, the more entranced Lana gets with the warm, wet sensation from her suckling and twisting tongue below; she sings out these pretty, high moans, including Keira’s name here and there, which just strokes Keira’s ego dangerously high.

As Keira picks up the pace with her mouth, chin and neck dripping with cum, she digs into Lana’s pulsating cunt, cheeks hollowing the deeper she sucks on Lana’s folds to lap and slurp up that delicious cum.

“F- ah… Wait— F-FUCK—!” Lana screams out, legs shaking, hips squirming. “Ha— wait… Wait, for fucks sake WAIT, or I’m gonna—“

Keira mumbles a deep, unbothered “I know” into Lana’s crotch, picking up where she left off with tongue fucking Lana nose-deep in her curly, heart-shaped bush. She gains a bruising grip on Lana’s, pulling down on her wrist to keep her right where she is. It isn’t until she hears Lana’s toes curling into the blanket and feels Lana start bucking into her mouth that Keira glides her tongue all the way up to Lana’s clit to guide her through her first orgasm. A hell of a one, too; a lewd, broken screen rips through Lana until she runs out of breath, going completely limp against the bed. Her fingers relax between Keira’s, and she lays there, panting.

Keira only stops after Lana’s cum pours and melts on her tongue like honey, humming sweet. She contently licks up the mess, kissing Lana’s abused folds. Keira sits up, patting her thigh with a low, loving coo. “Good girl.”

“…Shut up,” Lana rolls her eyes, purposefully ignoring her pussy contracting at the encouragement.

Holy shit. Holy fuck. Holy BALLS, did that really just happen?!

Unbeknownst to Lana, who’s huffing and puffing in recovery, bones melted into the mattress, Keira bends over and reaches under the bed. Her hand swipes the carpet in search of her black, leather strap on. She soon yanks it out, going back under for one more thing: a dark red, ridged dildo that she knows Lana uses the most.

As Keira assembles the strap, Lana moves her arms to see what all the movement is about. Her eyes grow at her favorite dildo being right between Keira’s legs, stroked and slicked up with her own fucking cum. Keira hums, biting her lower lip back in restraint while comfortably slotting herself between Lana’s legs. The dildo hovers over Lana’s cunt until Keira lowers it, grazing that pretty pussy and making Lana whimper.

Hm… Just how much would you let me get away with?

Keira takes her time teasing the dildo. Rubbing, grinding it up and down Lana’s dripping cunt until the big veins and head catches on her folds without fail again and again. Keira grumbles, “Fuck, such a brat…”

Put it in, put it in, oh my GOD just put it IN already—!

Lana won’t admit to the juicy ping in her stomach from being called a brat. Instead, she spreads her thighs, brows scrunching impatiently. Her hips shift left and right to guide the tip against her hole, but Keira continues to nudge and throw her aim off with a smirk. “You— ugh, jus… Shit, Keira—! Put it the fuck in…”

As Lana frowns and grumbles about, Keira watches intently as her friend reaches down to spread her pussy lips wider, quite enticingly. Keira swallows a snicker, still swinging her hips torturously slow.

Aw. Someone’s not happy.

Keira’s cock catches on Lana’s hole once, and that’s all it takes for Lana to start wagging her hips, thrashing about and grinding down on the dildo as if her body is doing all the talking for her. Albeit the spewed train of pissy, slurred curses.

“Shit— ahnn… Cocky fff… Fucker— Y-You… Shitshitshit—Nnh… Y’fucking— ass, motherfuck—“

Lana groans, hot tears threatening to overflow her water lines. Her voice starts cracking in and out with every trembling breath from her consistent, desperate whines. Keira just coos, humming entertained. She allows Lana to get impossibly antsy, two seconds away from fucking herself on the strap if Keira would let her.

So, Keira lines herself up. “Baby… You’re grinding against my dick like you're dying for it or something.” Keira taunts, suddenly ramming every inch of the dildo inside of that pretty hole. Her grin grows as Lana’s eyes pop open, punching a sweet, sweet moan out of that insatiable mouth.

“P…Please—“ Lana cries, swallowing to wet her hoarse throat. She stiffens, adapting to the entire size inside of her all at once. More needy pleads spill from her lips as she lifts and drops her hips subtly. She whines and whines, begging for some movement inside her pussy.

Keira giggles cocky and low, grin turned impish; something inside her snaps.

God, you really know how to drive me insane.

Granting Lana’s wishes, Keira starts moving— fast. She snaps her hips, fucking into Lana like she’s made for it.

“Fu-FUCK—!” Lana wails out, fresh tears streaming.

It’s too much. The soft clinks of Keira’s chains hitting her chest with every sharp thrust, the lewd slapping of their skin, Lana’s wrecked cries and moans all because of her; they all just revv Keira up.

Keira switches to grabbing onto Lana’s thighs, so tight and groaning at the leather friction on her pussy. “Fuck, Lana…”

“Keira…” Lana mumbles back, looking up at her friend with this glazed-over, fucked-out gaze. Her jaw’s gone slack, drooling out of the corner of her mouth. More feral cries rip right through her, too, not even knowing what she’s begging for anymore. “Ffffuck… Keira, my pussy… Fuck, d-don’t… Mm—! My pussy…!"

Keira snorts, eyes rolling. “Don’t look at me like that,” she pulls all of the strap out suddenly, manhandling Lana onto her stomach. She helps adjust Lana’s limp body by yanking her closer and onto her knees. Then, she rams her strap right back into that abused hole without warning, pistoning these filthy, beautiful mewls out of Lana. “Mm… You did this to yourself, angel.”

“A-AH—“ Lana hollers into every thrust like a lifeline, long fingernails ripping into the sheets. “F-Fuck… Oh fuck— I’m.. I’m gonna—!”

“Let it out, sweetheart…” Keira huffs, eyes closing into the pleasure and pure music Lana’s making. She sacrifices a hand to grasp Lana’s hair, working it as a lead to keep that back nice and arched. Like clockwork, after a few gurgled moans, she does. She releases these warm, thick squirts right into the battered sheets.

“Nnnmmmh…” Lana’s eyes roll back, a few last spurts dripping into the puddle below as Keira fucks into her mercilessly. “Don… Nnh… Don’t stop, oh my God…”

Keira preens, accomplished with making her friend piss herself empty and beg aloud utterly delusional; gorgeously strap-drunk. She just chuckles, bending down and wrapping her arms around Lana’s midsection. She slows down, focusing on bucking into Lana’s g-spot and mumbling sweet nothings right next to her burning ear.

“Oh baby, I won’t,” she promises, “I should just knock you up, hm... Keep you as mine forever… That what you want?”

Lana squeals, nodding with her head snapping from the momentum of Keira’s hips, bucking up the bed. “Yes- YES, f-fuck… MMmnnnhh… FUCK, pleeeease…!”

“Please what?” Keira taunts further, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple, hips aching. She doesn’t stop, the burn adding to the fun. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

Lana moans out helpless, whining, Keira’s boobs squishing against her burning back. “I-I’m trying to be good for you… Please Keira!”

Keira grins. There’s the plea she’s been waiting for. “Atta girl…” She praises, sweaty palms traveling up Lana’s torso. She brushes over that lovely belly button piercing, passing them to find Lana’s tits and pinch, squeeze, roll those adorable heart piercings between her fingers. She hums at the cute purrs Lana gives, pressing into her hands. “Who’s making you feel good right now?” 

Lana’s head ragdolls to the side, whining out raspy and weakly as her hole is used freely. “YOU, you, Keira..!” She cries, voice cutting out mid-sentence. She gulps, mustering the energy to peek over her shoulder, eyes wet. “You're making me feel s… So fucking good…”

Keira’s expression wipes clean at the drop of a dime, hearing those sweet, sugar-sprinkled words; the words she’d thought she’d only ever hear coming out of Lana’s mouth in her dreams are now real.

Keira’s head drops at the priceless look on Lana’s face, dragging her tongue up her shoulder blade with a husky groan. “…Ohmygod,” she bites down into Lana’s skin, getting greedy with a hand finding Lana’s mouth, finger-fucking two fingers down her starving, sticky tongue. “You’re amazing. So amazing, God, Lana…”

Lana breathes out a moan, taking everything Keira gives her like a champ. She barely felt the lick, let alone the bite, far too gone in the cloud nine that is Keira’s cock driving her into next week.

Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck—

Keira grunts, a familiar heat swirling in waves in her gut, kicking for release. So, she wraps around Lana for dear life. Her rough, calloused hand slushes her saliva around Lana’s tongue to keep her mouth occupied, the other fondling Lana’s boob like she’ll die if she doesn’t— desperate to hold their skin close enough everywhere in hopes that maybe with their soft, warm embrace that they’d soon collide.

Keira’s hips rock slowly, not wanting to hit her orgasm before Lana. She speaks more sentimental as she guides Lana through her next orgasm with gentle, baby thrusts. “You feel- mm… Feel so good, Lana…”

Lana inches toward blacking out, the overstimulating haze bubbling in and out of her system. She pants, legs wobbling, moans softening to gasps while sucking on Keira’s fingers, whispering something around them.

“Mm…” Lana smiles, cum trickling out of her hole and into the pool of piss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

Keira stops. Her eyes flutter open, staring at Lana’s back. Her cheeks burn two shades deeper.

You- What did you just say?

Keira pulls out, making Lana yelp. She flips her over to see that face, grabbing her chin to get a good look at the precious mess she’s made of Lana. Then, she leans down, opening Lana’s mouth for her and slipping her tongue right in. Lana follows, lazily kissing Keira’s lips with soft, bubbly hums. Keira takes the lead, licking into Lana’s mouth and not having patience anymore after a confession like that. So, they fall into a simple, sloppy kiss, slurring coos into the other’s wet, warm mouth. Their boobs squish from the close quarters, the cool metal of Lana’s piercings nice against Keira’s hot skin.

Lana smiles against Keira’s lips, reaching down to jerk off the strap to help Keira over the edge with a certain softness to her touch; as if they’d been lovers this whole time. Keira cums, bucking into Lana’s hand with a shaky groan, forehead resting against Lana’s. She huffs over and over, eyes squinted shut. Once she cums and catches her breath, she grinds lazily into Lana’s fist, Lana’s soft moans like a lullaby.

Keira shifts, finding Lana’s lips one last time to peck them. Lana breathes out blissfully, her cunt opening and closing around air. She giggles without energy, tossing her arms around Keira’s neck.

“So…” Keira smiles down at her, clearing her throat. She runs her black nails through Lana’s hair with a buzzed blush. “I’m not dreaming, right? I didn’t black out at the bar?”

Lana just shakes her head, pressing the tips of their noses together with a giggle. “Nope, I’m all real, babe.”

Keira laughing breathily with bouncing shoulders, “Okay, good…” She nods in relief, smooching Lana’s cheek. “Because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Lana snorts back, hugging Keira and kissing the side of her neck with a new set of giddy butterflies shaking up her stomach. “I have a bit of an idea.”

Keira snuggles into Lana’s neck, breathing in Lana’s sex smell, savoring the moment that she has no doubt will turn into more.

“…You will be taking your shoes out of the fucking living room, though,” Lana jabs playfully. “Barbarian… Had to go and piss me off.”

Keira laughs, nodding with a nudge into Lana’s side. “Now we’re even.”