Lara Raj - Blog Posts
If you don’t listen to Katseye already I definitely recommend listening to them!!!!!!!!!!!!
𝙍𝙪𝙜𝙗𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙮𝙚
𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌
ᴷᵃᵗˢᵉʸᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵘᵍᵇʸ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁿᵉʳ.
CW : Mentions of injuries, Suicide mentions
I decided not to include Yoonchae because these half-shots kinda have darker under tones and i dont exactly feel comfortable writing for her with a darker light.
ᴍᴀɴᴏɴ - ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ (ʜᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ) - ᴴᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃⁿ ᴮʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱˣⁱᵉˢ
The first time Manon had ever watched a rugby game had been when Megan took Katseye to Hong Kong to visit her family. Hookers have the largest impact on the scrum, They have to guide the ball out of the scrum and out to the scrum half. This has to be perfected as one wrong move and the ball will be stolen by the other hooker or will be kicked out too hard. This perfectionism is what drew Manon to you as she watched you on the Pitch, Your props pushing the other team back as much as they could as your leg nudged the ball out of the scrum for your teammate to pick up. Your attention to detail isn't only on the pitch but in lots of other aspects of your life, Manon admires your organized schedules. In her usual life, Her room stays messy until she finds the motivation to clean it. With being a hooker comes lots of hip flexibility which she is glad to help with, Stretching and a post practice routine is how you’ve maintained the flexibility to hold your own on the pitch. Though being smaller than Manon, Your muscles are quite a lot larger than hers, Especially in your legs. She loves watching your games, cheering you on at the side lines as you make tackles. She worries a lot about injuries, Physical and mental ones, Pushing you to go to physical therapy and talking therapy when you need it. The one time you don't listen to her and skip your physical therapy appointment, The next game you dislocate your shoulder. One moment you're running, pushing back defenders with a stiff arm, The next you're on the ground with the wind knocked out of you as your shoulder burns with pain. Your writhing on the ground as the referee stops the game to assess you. As you're being taken off the pitch. Manon runs down from the stands, holding your hand as they guide you into the medical room. During your recovery period, You two would just cruise around in Manon’s car, Singing any song that came on in your shared playlist. The contrast between the old rock style music and Manon’s more modern pop music makes the playlist more diverse as the two of you influence each other.
ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴀ - ʙᴀᴄᴋ (ꜱᴄʀᴜᴍ ʜᴀʟꜰ) - ᶜʳᵘⁱˢᵉ ᵇʸ ᶠˡᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍⁱᵃ ᴸⁱⁿᵉ
You had grown up as a country kid, Raised in the rural areas doing farm work and playing American Football. Only when you found rugby did you feel like you really belonged in sports, Being the more masculine kind of person only really made you stand out more when you got into high school. Your true passion was always rugby. As a scrum half, you control the ball going into the scrum, which means that you need to be quick on your feet to receive it. Your agility keeps Sophia mesmerized while she watches your games, you navigate the defense with ease. With your play style of unselfish playing, passing off to your teammates whenever the opportunity is open, It's uncommon that you score a try. But whenever you do, Sophia is always there to celebrate after the matter. She’s always there to help you with your pregame and post game routine, Her “Mother-ly” status in Katseye makes it easy for her to fall into the routine of helping you cook food. In return, you make sure to buy her flowers whenever coming home from a game and that she knows that every try you score is for her. On game days, She would always text you “good luck” with a heart emoji. This game had been quite a normal one, when a scrum occurred. You rolled the ball through your teammates legs and picked it up, tossing it to your teammate who were already aligned for your team's attack. The scrum broke off as your Fly half runs up into the defense, passing it back down to you who was running at pace. You quickly pivot, your foot planted for a side step to quickly change directions as you felt a pop in your knee. You immediately felt a searing pain as you collapsed onto the pitch. After you were taken to the hospital by the team medics, You were ambushed by a petrified Sophia who had heard from your teammates that you were at the hospital. After finding out that you had torn your ACL, Sophia promised the doctors she would take care of you. You two spend your time together cooking, going to the beach, and hanging out with the other members. You can't take showers without your country music playlist in the background, as much as Sophia pretends to abhor your music taste she can't deny that slow dancing to Chris Stapleton and Luke Combs is something she misses while she's away during Katseye’s comebacks.
ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟᴀ - ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ (ᴘʀᴏᴘ) - ᴶᵃᵖᵃⁿᵉˢᵉ ᴰᵉⁿⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ᶜᵃᵉˢᵃʳ
Your larger frame intimidated Dani at first. Once she saw past the facade she realized you were more of a gentle giant. Props are the main source of power in a scrum and are majorly important in securing the ball during it. You pour a lot of your energy and anger into rugby as its your way of “destressing” in a way, The physicality of the sport to you is what drew you into it. From the moment you played your first match you knew you were made to play rugby, Especially growing up in a rugby household. Your family watched the 7s yearly back home in LA, so it felt right when you joined the USA 7s team and made your debut in LA where Dani first met you. She was enamored by your soft spoken “gentlewoman” attitude, Her more extraverted self felt drawn to your down to earth personality. Dani definitely tries to tackle you any chance she gets when you're standing near the couch in the Katseye house. The other members sigh as you two play fight, They have to pull you two off each other when it goes on for at least two minutes. Your on pitch demeanor in contrast to your off-pitch personality is like watching two different people in the same body. On pitch you lead by example, making the tough tackles that bring down the offense, clearing space for your backs to gain momentum, and following the plays of your scrum half. Off pitch, you're a tired teddy bear, Cuddling with Dani any free moment. Whining and pouting when you have to move, You're her muscle when she needs to move some furniture or when she's out and about to scare some pushy guy off. Only when you come home from a tough match, to see her already sitting on your apartment's couch. She watches you limp to the bedroom and hop into the shower. She doesn't prod, or push. She lets you cool off in the shower, allowing you to come to her when the time is right. When you’ve cooled off, you collapse into her arms. A mess of limbs and curls wrapped around you as you vent about your match. What had occurred was when you were pushing through the scrum, your quad started to burn as you broke out and off your hooker. You tried to brush it off, running head first into the offense. Trying to clear off some players for your team. Your coach had noticed the slight limp in your run and immediately pulled you off, Your pitch side medic told you that you had acquired a muscle strain in your hip flexor. Dani consoled you, scratching your scalp in all the right places, Kissing your forehead when you paused sentences. Showing she cared, without saying anything. The next morning she had already texted Sophia to ask for advice on what to do, and had made up her mind that she was going to take you to your physio appointment. She held your hand as you were poked with needles and wires, Instruments and stretches you were made to take home. She set up a checklist on your phone that linked to her phone as well to make sure you were doing your necessary treatments and exercises. She didn't need to say anything to you, but she took care of you. You two bond over your shared taste in RnB, You two laze in bed when both of you have a day off. Just listening to your shared playlists. Back hugs while she cooks you two brunch is what makes these off days special for her.
ʟᴀʀᴀ- ʙᴀᴄᴋ (ᴡɪɴɢᴇʀ) - ² ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᴮʸ ᵀᵃᵗᵉ ᴹᶜʳᵃᵉ
Score the most tries, is what you’ve been told throughout your professional career. You’ve held trophies of being the tournament MVP, But nothing could still fill that void in your heart. You longed for something deeper than tries and conversions. That something was Lara Raj, She came into your life when you least expected it. While you were in recovery from a Suicide attempt, She marched straight into your life and brought color back into a once gray field. The love for the sport you’d been playing most of your life had come back as Lara spread the different shades of Crimson red, Coral orange, Cobalt blue, Periwinkle purple, Sage green, back into your life. You two had met through an unexpected mutual, Her high school friend had coincidentally been also your college friend. From the moment you two locked eyes you hit it off, You're as obsessed with her as she is with you, The amount of admiration the both of you have for each other can be felt in the spaces you share. Her side of the shared bedroom in the Katseye is filled with photos of you two, faces flushed, Cheek kisses, Lipstick stains. Your hoodies intermix in her regular rotation of pajamas. Your apartment holds her favorite flowers in vases she specifically bought for you, Her hair ties on the nightstand next to the bed you two share. Matching phone lockscreens, all the couple stuff that makes people automatically know how much she means to you. You listen to her music when she needs a second ear, play the drums when she just “Needs” the acoustic drum sounds. She sits on your lap as she writes lyrics in her book, while you scroll lazily on your phone. But on pitch, your cleats have an engraved L.R in a heart on the side. She knows every try you score and convert is for her, In a way that is unique to the both of you. The field is your second home in a way, You sprint through the defense using all the energy you can to make it through on your feet. The ball safely tucked under your arm as you weave through defenders that you push off strongly to reach the try line. You dive onto the ground as the line is pushed behind your feet, The ball roughly jammed into the pitch as another 5 points is awarded for your efforts. But you know when you walk off that pitch and into the tunnel, a bigger reward awaits you with her arms open, Her hair smelling of cinnamon and coconut.
ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ - ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ (ᴘʀᴏᴘ) - ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᴮʸ ᴷᵉˢʰⁱ
You grew up in the coastal city of Hong Kong, Yours and Megan's parents had actually been friends in college before your parents decided to move back to Hong Kong to have kids. You had been enamored by the beauty of rugby from a young age, its ruthless physicality and brute strength. When you had the opportunity to join the Hong Kong 7s team, you immediately accepted. Megan at the time had just debuted with Katseye, Her press conferences and performances had taken over her life. By the time the 2025 7s season rolled around you had been promoted to a starter. Katseye’s activities had died off and the members went their separate ways for a break, Megan had gone home to Hawaii. Your parents had invited her and her family to come to Hong Kong to watch you play, something they could not pass up since your parents and her parents had only seen each other once since they had moved. The way you hustled on the pitch, A smile permanently plastered on your face, had a warming feeling for Megan. She had seen clips, Heard her parents talk about your amazing skills, But to see them in person. That was different. It was as if she could feel the excitement and happiness for the sport you loved off your body as you sprinted up and down. A reunion dinner for both families, The Skiendiel's and L/n’s, had been long overdue. You and Megan’s personalities matched each other, Bouncing off lame brain rot jokes like a ping pong game. The Katseye members refer to your relationship as a Golden retriever and an Orange cat. You two clicked like two Lego pieces, as if you were made for each other in a sweet, comforting, kind of way. She tries to teach you how to dance, watching you flail your limbs trying to copy her instructions. While you try to teach her how to spin pass a rugby ball, Unsuccessful but it was worth a try. She's the rock in your life, Keeping you grounded when you float off into imaginary land. On the pitch, your largeness had earned you the position of Prop. You harness your brute strength each time a scrum is called, Pushing against the shoulders of the opposing team. Scrums had to be your favorite moments each game, Making jokes with your other teammates and even sometimes the other team. Your goofiness is known worldwide on and off the field, You pour your heart into what you love and that was what drew her to you. Your personality on the pitch and off the pitch had been a siren song of sorts to her. When your already short season had been cut even shorter due to a serious knee dislocation, it had taken a large toll on you. After your surgery, you had already decided on visiting Megan in the US. She had come to the airport, in her disguise, waiting patiently. Sign in hand as you were wheeled to the exit by staff. The weeks you two spent together let your relationship flourish, She drove you to your appointments, While you cooked her dishes from home to reminisce. The Kats were grateful she had someone who could “Match her freak”, In the sense that you two complement each other in every way.
IM WORKING HARD!!
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙏 2
Lara x Megan x Fem!reader
Smut + fluff
Content - Cursing, Strap usage, Strap sucking, Strap referred to as cock, Poorly written smut, Degradation, Praise
Request
Prompt 42- Good cock & bad cock routine with dom!A, dom!B and sub!C. A praises C while B degrades and taunts them.
“Good girl baby, taking my cock like this” Megan grunts from behind. “Such a good girl, honey” Her voice dripping with sweetness.
“Fucking slut. Both of us fucking you like this, You like it? Being whored out like this for us two?” Lara thrusts her hips into my mouth, I gag loudly on her red faux cock.
“Good job,baby, you're taking Lara so well.” Megan squeezes my hips, “Good girl, yn”
“Dirty slut taking me like this, You wanted it so badly, huh?” Lara holds my chin as she pushes deeper in, Megan's hand snakes down and rubs my clit slowly in a figure eight. The room feels hot, the smell of sex draped over the sounds of skin on skin. The tears well up in my eyes as Lara’s strap hits the back of my throat again and again and again. Megan's hands hold my hips as she thrusts hastily, pounding deeper into my cunt, while Lara pulls back and out of my mouth. “Tell us how bad you wanted us to fuck you like this, baby” her demeaning manner only makes my head grow fuzzier.
“F-fuck i wanted it so bad” I sloppily mumble out, my lips feeling numb. “Just for you and Meg” Lara smirks and pushes back hair from my sweat sheen forehead.
“Beg to cum then, Beg us to let you cum.” She glances back at Megan, who’s only focused on making her hips snap back into my cunt so deliciously. Her grip on my hips tightens as she hears my moans grow louder.
“Please, I need it so bad. I'll be so good for you.” The desperation apparent in my tone “P-please i wanna cum so bad f-fuck.” My voice cracks as megan picks up her pace,
“Good job, baby” Megan coos, “Let go, honey. Cum for me and lara.” She strokes my back as i tip over the edge. My back arching and knee weak, Megan slows her pace to help ride out the intensity of my orgasm.
“F-fuck fuck fuck” I whine out as Megan pulls out. Lara lays with me down on the bed as Megan is cleaning up the straps. She rubs her hands on my stomach comfortingly. “You okay?” She asks after kissing my cheek. I nod, “You sure? Sorry if we were a bit too rough on you” She chuckles then pulls the covers over us.
“M’okay” I mumble out tiredly. I feel the weight shift on the bed as Megan lays down and wraps her arms around my waist.
“So, what now?” Megan quietly asks, the room silent as we contemplate hopefully aligning answers.
“I dont know, I'm down to see where this goes though?” Lara rests her cheek on my chest, I let out a mhm in agreement.
“Thanks though, this kinda helped me with the stress i think.”
“Always available to do it again” Megan giggles, “Are you guys hungry or is it just me?” I perk up at the sound of some late night snacks,
“I'm happy to go grab a snack, then watch a movie together?” I offer already hopping out of bed and putting on some comfy clothes. I throw a pair of shorts at lara, “We are not walking out of this room naked”
“I personally dont have a problem seeing either of you two naked” Lara laughs, “but if you say so”
“It's not that I have a problem seeing you without clothes, Lord knows i don't, it's the others seeing you naked.” I shrug “I want you two all to myself” I sing-songy say as i quietly step down the stairs into the kitchen where a sleepy Manon and Daniela sit. I immediately blush at the situation.
“Oh. My. God” Dani gasps seeing Megan and Lara quietly following behind me. “I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE FREAKY LIKE THAT” She whispers shouts at us.
“You guys need to keep it down, seriously its concerning how thin these walls are.” Manon sighs as she puts down her cup of tea. “You’re lucky that both Sophia and Yoonchae are deep sleepers. Would not want Yoonchae to hear what we heard.” she gags jokingly. I slap lara’s shoulder as she tries not to laugh.
“Its not funny, Lara, this is your fault to be real.” I blame her with a flushed face.
“I'm going to bed, now that we know the source of the noises.” Dani announces with a yawn. “Use protection, guys” She puts her hand on Megan's shoulder who's still stunned with embarrassment, then walks off to her shared room with Manon.
A/N yes this is poorly written but i was kinda getting stressed out abt writting this, ironic since this is abt stress relief lol. BUT working on some other stuff so please be patient with my adhd ass!
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩
Pt 1 of 2 A/N Still working on pt2 which will include smut, working on a couple other things so will be taking my time to make sure its good quality. Request
Fluff
Lara x Megan x Biker Fem!Reader
Content - Cursing, elusion to sex
The way the wind feels when you are the only one on the road, it's ethereal. I blast my yearning playlist through my headphones. Currently on is “Dive” by Olivia Dean. I scream-sing down the highway, The dashboard clock screaming 1 am in my peripheral vision. My curfew set by Sophia had been Midnight after multiple late night rides. I pull off the highway into the streets of the neighbourhood, the streets eerily quiet and my bike's engine roaring through the streets. I turn off the engine and walk the bike up the driveway into the garage of the house, Where a very mad looking Lara and Megan appear in the doorway of the entrance to the inside of the house. I'm fucked.
“Where have you been?” Lara looks me up and down, checking me for any signs of a crash or a fight. “You do know you are one hour late, right?”
“We literally had to force Sophia to sleep. She has an early morning tomorrow and you know how stressed she gets when you go out for late night rides like this.” Megan sighs as I pop the kickstand, pull off my helmet and hang up both my jacket and helmet on the hanger next to the door.
“I know, But I've been stressed as well and this is one of the things that helps me ground myself.” I confess to the two of them “But I'm here right? Not damaged!” I stupidly grin at them, both looking very disappointed.
“Stressed about what exactly?” Megan asks as we step into the house, I slip off my shoes and kick them off to the side.
“It's nothing serious,” I try to brush it off. To be honest, I've been stressed about my feelings for them. Its not exactly a secret that I have a crush on both of them. I mean who wouldn't, right? Its Lara Raj and Megan Skiendiel, both very very attractive women with the gravitational pull of a fucking blackhole. It's pretty hard to NOT have a crush on them.
“You know we are all here for you, whatever you wanna talk about.” Lara pushes a stray tuft of hair away from my face “Whenever you're ready to talk.” Lara sits next to me and puts her legs up on my lap. She suddenly sits up, seeming to have an epiphany of sorts.
“We’re still mad at you” She grips my chin, holding it in place to force me to make eye contact with her “Megan, you know how we should punish her?” She smirks at Megan who's leaning against the armrest of the couch
"I think i know some ways to teach her a lesson" Megan's hand slips onto my shoulder "Pretty thing isnt she?" She tucks my hair behind my ear.
"Such a shame that shes so," Lara pauses, "Naughty" She says it so perfectly, with a sultry voice one cant resist. She leans in closer to my ear, "You'll take what we give you right, Baby?" I nod eagerly, a sheen blush covering my cheeks.
"Good girl, YN" Megan runs a hand through my hair.
I'm definitely fucked tonight.
𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙋𝙩 2
A/N - part two is finally out, yeah this smut is probably poorly written but theres a first for everything ig.
Smut Lara Raj x Reader Content - Cursing, Cunnilingus ( Lara Receiving ), Fingering ( Lara Receiving )
I slip down between her legs, Holding eye contact with her. I slide my hand onto her thigh, stroking it lightly. My hot breath meeting where she needs my mouth most.
“You sure?” I ask to make sure, “you can back out anytime.” She nods “I need it,” She sighs out as she strokes my hair, “You’ll be a good girl right, baby?”
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and nod. I pull down her panties down her legs and throw them somewhere in the car. She puts her legs on my shoulders, I run a finger through her folds. “You feel how wet I am for you, honey?” I blush at her words and nod “you look so pretty when you blush” She chuckles under her breath. I push one finger inside her, watching her face contort at the feeling of my digit curling and thrusting.
“No teasing, Baby.” She speaks breathlessly. I begin to lick and suck her clit, making sure to taste all of her. She's sweet, like a cantaloupe. I follow my instincts to push my tongue deeper inside her, Listening to her syrupy moans as I plunge deeper. I feel her hand snake behind my head to push my head into her cunt, Her fingers grip my hair tightly. I reach out my hand to hold one of hers, I feel her grip on my hair and hand become tighter as I suck on her clit harshly.
“Fuck baby,” She breaths out “Im close, keep going.” Her moans getting gradually louder, “Good girl, baby” She looks down into my eyes as she makes such pretty noises. I lick faster, feeling her thighs flex and her walls clench on my tongue. I replace my tongue with my fingers, Curling them into the spongy spot on her walls. “I wanna see you cum for me, Lara” I beg “let me see your pretty face when you cum on my fingers.” I curl my ring and middle fingers one last time as her walls convulse and flutter, Her thighs squeezing my hand. I slow my pace, helping her ride out her orgasm. “You okay?” I ask as her breathing returns almost to normal. She just quietly nods, I kiss her cheek as I pull my hand away from her pussy. “Lara i need to move you” I laugh childishly “So i can drive us home.” She groans
“Five minutes, Baby.” She sleepily says, I giggle at her behaviour.“Okay, i'll put down the chair for you, Laru” I peck her lips softly and move to sit in the passenger seat. I reached over her and put the driver seat in the lying position.
𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚
A/N - RAHHH OMFG IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC, EEK IM SO PROUD OF MY SELF. Content warnings - Mentions of alcohol, Cursing Car girl! Lara Raj x Fem Reader PT 1 of 2
Suggestive
I hop out of Megan's car, seeing all the pretty guys and girls gathered around watching people doing donuts and other drift tricks.
“Do you know if Lara's here yet or no?” I yell at Megan over the exhaustion.
She shrugs and shakes her head no, “not sure” she gives me a questioning look “Why? You gonna give her a kiss?” she chuckles. I sigh and lean against her vintage Nissan S12. “watch it will you?” she slaps my shoulders “i just got a new paint job, im not letting your stupid ass ruin it” I snicker under my breath.
“Don't worry, Meiyok” I push her back, I look past Megan and see her. Lara, with her signature moon boots and leather biker jacket combo making her look devilishly good especially under the moon light and smoke from the tires. She's leaning against some random girl's hellcat, from what I can tell, Lara’s flirting with her. I observe from afar, I wish that could be me flirting back instead of cowering behind the blob of people occupying the space between us. There's a slight palpitation in my chest when she locks eyes with me through the crowd of car nerds looking under the hoods of peoples souped up cars, as if she could feel the jealous gaze on her skin. I stumble off through the crowd of baggy pants,tank tops, silver chains, and Type shi’, Finding some mystery drinks sitting on a foldable table. I sniff the cups, nose scrunched in disgust at the cheap smell of alcohol and down it in one go, Hoping to take the edge off. Lara finds her way past the frat boys,socal asians, and other car-meet goers.
“Hey” she grins “Haven't seen you at one of these for a while, where’d a pretty thing like you go?” Though as much as i wanna give into her, and so does my body with the way my knees buckle at the nickname, I don't feel like being a victim of her games tonight. She trapped me between the table and her gaze, nowhere left to run except into her arms or over the table of booze.
“Hellcats? That's your type now? Never thought you would be that desperate considering the fact you have lots of other great options out there.” I smirk into my second almost empty cup of liquid courage, leaving the first cup on the pavement.
“And where are these other options, honey?” She chuckles, “I mean basically everyone here is a copy of each other”
“I'm hurt you think i'm just like everyone else” I playfully grab my heart. Megan looks over ,gives me a look and mouths what looks like “it's not worth it.” or maybe a “go for it.” I'm not sure. Lara looks back at Megan and gives her a wave before turning back to me.
“How’ve you been? You seem pretty busy with megan. Are you guys going out or something?” She slyly says with a tint of a jealous vibe in her voice. She grips her drink at her own mention of Megan. Maybe I'm hallucinating.
“No no, Megans always gonna be a friend to me.” I shrug it off “Why? Are you interested in her?” I inquired about her previous words. “You never struck me as the type to be into her, but no judgement.” I mumble
“Something like that baby. Don't worry about that, Hm?” she grabs my chin to make me look her in her eyes. The slight sting of her cold rings against my warm face, Her caramel burgundy Iris’ meets mine as she strokes my cheek.
“Lara,” I pause, debating if this was the right time for me to pour my heart and soul to a girl who most likely doesn't reciprocate it.
“Yeah?” she tilts her head teasingly “spit it out, Honey. I don't have all night.” Her hand leaves my face as she touches her hair. I glance behind her looking at Megan, then look back at her. Was this worth the embarrassment?
“Nevermind it's not important” I pressed my lips together into a line, the uncomfortable amount of people crowding around now overwhelming my senses.“I gotta go lara,” I pushed past her lightly, our shoulders brushing.
“Wait” She grabs my wrist, “Don't go just yet, please?” She looks at me longingly, I give her an apologetic look.
“Sorry, ill text you later” Is all i can muster out without giving into her.
I walk over to Megan who's casually chatting to Sophia, A mutual friend of Lara and Megans, “Are you ready to go or are you gonna chat with soph for a bit longer?” I question her and I lean beside Megan's car to stabilise my weak knees.
“I was about to head out with Dani, I’ll see you guys around?” Sophia gives the two of us a nod and heads off to her car.
“How's Lara? You finally figured her out or no?” Megan begins her interrogation. “It's so painfully obvious that you both like each other, it pains my soul that you still haven't pulled up your britches m’lady and asked her out.” Megan sighs, resting her cheek on my shoulder as we people watch.
“You make it sound so easy, when it's literally lara. Like she's so awesome and cool with her fashion. I don't know if I wanna be her or if I wanna aggressively make out with her or something.” I sigh, resting my hands in my hair.
“Look, I'm gonna get sophia to set you up on a blind date.” She suddenly stands up and grabs my face “I'm sick and tired of you complaining that you don't have the balls to ask Lara out, So, to get over her, you're gonna go on this date and forget about Lara.” Megan proclaims loudly, making people nearby turn heads.
I sigh, “okay” i say defeatedly “I’ll do it under one condition,” “And that is…?” she drags out the “s”
“I get to borrow your bike” I look at her with the brightest puppy eyes I could muster up with the energy i had left.
“No, Y/N. That is my baby you know that” “Then i'm not going on this date” She considers it, I cross my fingers “Please megan, i promise i won't crash it”
“Fine, but if there is a single scratch on that bike, You're paying for it” Megan threatens me, Knowing the amount of money in my spendings account can't afford to pay for a pizza, let alone a sport bike repair. Megan's phone vibrates on the hood of the car, “perfect timing, sophia already found a date for you” She jumps excitedly “Do I get to know anything about her?” I try to take a glance at her phone screen.
“Ah ah ah” she shakes her finger in my face taunting me “it's a blind date for a reason, Are you free sunday?”
“I think so” I check my calendar, “I should probably go shopping right?”
“Yeah i think you only own like two dress shirts” Megan giggles, “Sophia is gonna book a moderately nice dinner spot for the two of you.”
While yes I'm ready to move on from these unrequited feelings for Lara, there's a part of me that wants to hold onto her and not let go. I tried to busy myself with hanging out with Megan and picking up clothes for the date on sunday.
“I never thought i would actually shop till i dropped, Meiyok.” I groan as I flop onto her bed, She cackles.
“Well I never thought you would actually willingly go shopping with me, so might as well take advantage of this moment.” She pushes me over and sits beside me. “You might wanna get dressed for your date, My bike keys are on my desk.” She drags me up by my arms.
“I don't know what to wear.” I sigh looking at the bags of clothes “there's too many options” I groan, already feeling the decision fatigue settling in.
“I gotta go, dude. I don't know what to tell you but you gotta figure it out.” She sighs before leaving the apartment. I groan before getting up and begin by taking a shower.
Next thing I know is that I am panicking, rushing out of Megan's apartment, fumbling her Yamaha bike keys as I rush to put on my helmet. I race down the streets of L.A to the restaurant, The nerves start to get to me as the realisation that i'm going on a date starts to set in as i walk into the restaurant. The Hostess asks me for my reservation and then proceeds to walk me to the table. My jaw becomes slack as I sit across from Lara, wearing a dark tank top and what seems like a leather skirt and leather jacket combo. damn it Megan. She looks absolutely divine, something that I would see in a dream but this is real life.
“Hey” she giggles “Tricked into a blind date, huh?”
“Yeah,” I nervously laughed as I adjusted in my seat, “I didn't think I would be in this position today but here we are.”
“And why is that? Are you hoping for someone else?” She looks mildly hurt at my words which makes me wanna melt into a puddle of goop and cry.
“Something like that i guess, i planned on going on this date to get over my feelings for you.” My voice decrescendos over the course of my sentence, gradually getting quieter. “I mean i didn't think you would be into me, considering that you are, well, Lara Raj.” I feel my cheeks grow a deep raspberry colour, I fidget with my rings as I let my words resonate.
“Oh” She pauses, I glance up from my hands. “To be honest, every time you talked to Megan, I only wished it could be me that you would talk to like that. Before you told me you were only friends” She chuckles and strokes her forehead. We connect eyes, exchanging looks of embarrassment.
“Oh” It clicks in my mind that she has feelings for me too. “So I was being stupid this whole time. I thought you were just, i dunno” I shrug “I guess playing with my feelings? Which now feels pretty stupid considering the fact that you basically call me every pet name under the sun.” I internally slap myself upside the head, knowing that Megan would do the same. “Oh my god i feel like an idiot” I groan.
“Jesus i thought i wasn't obvious enough,” She runs a hand through her hair “I was just flirting with those girls to get your attention, hoping that maybe you would work up the courage to ask me out.” She pauses for a small chuckle “But I mean I guess our own friends were just so tired of our bullshit that they had to do it themselves.”
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The rest of the date actually went as well as one could hope, we shared some funny moments about our friends, talked about our interests, and actually got to know each other. I walk her to her car, Her BMW E39.
“Wanna take a spin?” She asks expectantly “i'm a great driver don't worry.”
“When you say you are a good driver, it makes me think you're not a good driver” I imagine being in a confined space with her, and only her. It makes my body feel hot and my palms sweaty. “I do have Megan’s bike, But if you let me drive it to her apartment, can we go for a ride afterwards?” I offered an alternative, hoping she didn't have somewhere to be after this.
“I'm down, send me her address and i'll race you there.” She kisses my cheek “I'll see you there, Hun” I stand stunned at the feeling of her lips on my face. It makes me wonder what it would feel like for her lips to be else whe– “You gonna get on your bike or not?” She laughs under her breath at my reaction
“Oh r-right” I open my phone and send her to Megan's apartment “I’ll meet you there” I pull on my helmet and ride out of the restaurant parking lot.
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I race to the garage of Megan's apartment complex and hastily park the bike, Like Lara would for some reason change her mind and drive off. I slip the keys into my pocket and run out to the entrance of the complex where she's waiting. Leaning against the hood, fiddling with the keys as she waits. “Ready to go?” She opens the passenger door to her car as I get closer to her. I nod and slip into the seat. She closes the door and giddily runs over to the driver side door.
“Are you that excited to drive me around?” I tease as she closes her door.
“I'm very excited to drive a pretty thing like you around.” She emphasises the very in her sentence with a tone that makes inappropriate thoughts pop into my head. I clear my throat to mask my now very hot face. I buckle my seatbelt, So does she, (SAFETY FIRST, FREAKYNESS LATER) and we set off down the roads of L.A. Laughing and chatting like before, As she stops at an empty grocery store parking lot and we step out of her car. She pulls out blankets from the trunk, lays one out on the hood and sits on top of it. “Come sit” She pats the spot next to her. I cuddle up next to her, our shoulders and thighs touching, she then rolls out the second blanket over our laps. I rest my head on her shoulder, our pinkies touching, I hesitate to ask to hold her hand in mine, But i don't need to. She interlocks our fingers, her thumb the upside of my palm.
“Thank you for tonight, Lara.” I say softly, “I haven't been on a date this good in a while” I chuckle at my past misfortunes with dating.
“No need to thank me, Y/n” I look up at her “I’ve dreamt about a date with you for a very long time, i think this was way better than anything that my brain came up with.” She laughs to herself. When our eyes regain eye contact is when I realise how close our faces had become, I notice every ring in her iris, her moles, her smile lines, and everything about her is just perfect to me. She glances down at my lips before leaning in closer, “Is it okay if I kiss you?” She tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Mhm” is all that can come out of my mouth before we collide. The whole world fades into the background and all I can focus on is her, the way her hand is holding my face, The way she smells like coconut and vanilla, the way she tastes like chapstick and the fading flavour of the coca cola she had during dinner. My hand slips to her waist, trying to hold her closer,for longer, in a need to keep this kiss everlasting. We break to nourish our lungs of needed oxygen, before greedily connecting our lips again. Her hands roam my body freely, grasping for anything to hold onto. “W-wait” I speak against her lips, she backs up. “Lets get inside the car, i dont really want people to see us making out” I hop off the hood and help her roll up the blankets before getting into the car. I climb over the middle console onto her lap, “you don't know how badly i want you, Lara” I moan as i kiss her jawline, making my way down her neck, then her collarbone.
“Then show me, Hun” she says slyly.
A/n PART TWO IS OUT
Thanks to @haoruei for proof reading this lol 🙏
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“Hey” she grins “Haven't seen you at one of these for a while, where’ you been, baby?” Though as much as i wanna give into her, and so does my body with the way my knees buckle at the nickname, I dont feel like being a victim of her games tonight. She trapped me between the table and her gaze, nowhere left to run except into her arms or over the table of booze.
hi can I request prompt 26 and 30 fluff for Lara?? , can we include a bit of jelousy to? thankiess I love your Sophia fic btww
first request so im super excited. Not sure how long it'll take for the creative juices to get flowing but ill get on it soon as i have been busy with some other things in life.
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