why doesn;t life….pick on someone her own size.. ive had enuf
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paring: lisa x fem!reader
genre: smut
synopsis: after you publicly deny your dating rumors with lisa, she fucks you to prove a point
contents: strap-on sex
warning(s): nothing really... lisa's just upset at the reader and kinda mean. also lisa's solo in this sawry ot4 stans
word count: 2.2k
a/n: this is heavily inspired by mxlktxa's imagine so credit to them !! also this is lowkey rushed i just didn't want this to become another one of my millionth drafts
"hey ya'll, this is anita on the 108.7 FM radio show, and today i have with me one of the most popular artists out right now, y/n! her new album 'Secrets' just dropped two weeks and already secured a spot on billboard top 10. this is huge, y/n! how are you feeling?"
promotion is the same as usual. you wake up at the crack of dawn and get ready to converse with random strangers who pretend to give a fuck about your artistry. you put on a fake smile anyway, talking into the mic and answering the same repetitive questions. the interviewer clearly hasn't done any research whatsoever about you or listened to the album, you could tell because she's asking you about the meaning of the album as if you haven't answered this question in about twenty interviews already.
what you didn't anticipate, however, was the question that fell from her lips so easily and nonchalantly as if she was asking about the weather.
"i'm sorry?" your eyes widened as you stiffened against the now hard and uncomfortable seat.
the interviewer laughed swiftly before readjusting her mic, “you and lisa manoban? there's been some rumors about you two having an intimate relationship recently."
you've been to plenty of events and done thousands of interviews throughout your entire career and you've definitely been a little stumped by a few questions from time to time, but you've always been quick on your responses. making sure you remember your media training and keeping the interview running smoothly. this, however, truly stumped you.
you blinked. a million of responses running through your head at once.
"WHAT?!"
"who's lisa manoban?"
"next question."
"are you fucking serious..?"
"that's not true. we're simply just friends. i can assure you."
you ended up going with the calm and rational approach. claiming that you to are just friends who collaborated once and that's it. your fake smile returned back to your face but your eyes stayed a little wide from the blunt and embarrassing question. you silently thanked god that this interview wasn't filmed. it was live though, but you're sure the listeners and your fans couldn't detect the pure bewilderment that was on your face a few seconds ago.
the interview sensed your discomfort and decided to spare you from the topic of lisa manoban. the now painfully slow interview continued, your hands tightened at your sides as your mind shifted to the woman who'd just been mentioned.
you had first met a year ago at the billboard music awards. you had heard of her and her music but never really paid attention to who she was until that night. and when she muttered a quiet "sorry. excuse me" as she passed by you to sit in her seat next to you with her hand briefly touching your naked shoulder to make her heavy presence known is when you first saw her.
her hair was styled long to her middle back and she wore a black jumpsuit that hung to her body nicely. there was an opening directly underneath her covered breasts that revealed a glimpse of her toned stomach. she crossed her long legs and adjusted herself into the seat and as she looked back at you, she smiled.
she wasn't oblivious to your stares.
you two talked for nearly the entire first half of the show. most of the time you were actually listening to what she was saying while the other times you were trying desperately not to pay attention to the way her plump lips moved with every word, or the way her long accessorized fingers helped exaggerate her stories, or the shiny silver teeth gems on her canines, or the way her leg grazed your exposed thigh every once in a while. the only time you guys stopped talking is when lisa accepted her best new album award (which you had no idea even existed).
when she stood up to her name being announced through the speakers, she hugged her manager who was sitting to the other side of her, then turned to you. maybe it was the tiny sip of wine you and lisa have been drinking, but your bodies were working faster than your brains. lisa started to lean down for a quick hug while you rose out of your seat. your bodies roughly collided and you flushed, instantly embarrassed from the jumbotron displaying this interaction to the rest of the venue and on live television. yet when you started to pull yourself away from lisa, she only held your body flush against hers again. her hand laid against your lower back which felt like somebody had lit an actual match against your skin. you swear it felt like an eternity when it only lasted about two seconds.
she made her way down the rows and tables and onto the stage to say her speech. her speech was short and sweet. she thanked her fans, of course, then her label, her friends, her family, and as she began to end her speech her eyes found yours. the tension was probably worse now even with all the distance between you two.
then about an hour later during the commercial break, lisa had you bent over in the bathroom with her middle and index deep inside of you. your back arched into hers as you bit your own hand trying to muffle the impact of lisa's quick yet sharp hand movements between your thighs.
"- so any new plans for music? any new direction you're planning on taking?"
you snapped back into reality when you realized you weren't actually back inside that bathroom a year ago. the interviewer waited for your response as you cleared your throat and took a shaky sip of water. that question really did catch you off guard.
you managed to answer the question and this time you have to admit, it was a pretty good question. your response was probably the most genuine response you've ever given. it took your mind off of lisa and the growing wet spot on your panties for a while.
it didn't last long at all though because here you were, almost ten hours after the interview aired, grinding your hips back against lisa's strap.
she was obviously angry. not only could you tell by the scowl she greeted you with thirty minutes ago, but you could tell by the harsh grip she had on the skin at your hip as she guided you back into her thrusts. they were fast at first, but now she's slowed it down. with her front flush against your back, her free hand reached up to wrap itself around your hair, yanking it back so that your ear was exposed right next to her mouth. and when she spoke is when you realized that she wanted to make a point.
"we're just friends?"
you honestly couldn't even speak if you wanted to. lisa was grinding into you painfully slow and precise enough to hit that same spot every time. it would take a rocket scientist to form a proper sentence at this point. a noise had left your mouth in a poor response to her question. how could you two just be friends if she knew your body this well?
lisa on the other hand needed to hear from you and was annoyed with the lack of your words. she pulled out quickly and let you fall limp into the soft bed as she kneeled behind you still. it wasn't long before she turned you around onto your back and gripped your thighs to pull you closer to the glistening toy between her legs.
you groaned at the uncomfortable cold gush of air that hit your pussy. your heavy and quick breaths were synchronized. lisa didn't move to slide back inside of you but instead took in the view of your body that was sprawled out in front of her. your hair messy and the makeup you had on from todays promotion schedule ruined due from your tears and lisa's messy kissing.
"lisa-"
"i asked you a question."
you blinked a few times. lisa's hands were now by her sides as she stared down at you with an unreadable expression. you knew she was eager for your response yet anxious and slightly nervous. "i don't know, lisa."
you were honest. due to the media and all the paparazzi, you and lisa never made anything official. yet, you both knew there was an unspoken rule that meant neither of you were to see other people. it had been this way for a year; sneaking past paparazzi, late-night phone calls, and trying not to acknowledge each other in public. though for these past few months, you guys have slipped up a few times-- hence the dating rumors.
lisa didn't say anything but simply give you a nod. her hand making its way around your right ankle to lift it onto her shoulder while the other reached down to guide the strap back inside of you at an entirely new angle now. she grunted under her breath when she felt your fingernails dig into her forearm.
"oh my god-" you started to whimper into your hand until lisa smacked it away from your gaping mouth.
"no. i need to hear you, y/n."
and as she found her rhythm, she fucked into you much quicker than before. your body jerked against the soft sheets that your fingers had a death grip on. your body was much more exposed to her sharp eyes now and she watched you moan after every swift thrust she drove between your legs with a tight jaw.
with the hand that wasn't squeezing your thigh, she used the pad of her other thumb to draw slow circles against your swollen clit.
"do friends fuck each other like this?"
you shook your head instantly, your mouth too occupied with voicing your needy moans.
"exactly." she spoke roughly. "i want you... not whatever this shit is. i want to do things in public- fuck!"
you began to grind back against her, your movement cause the strap to rub even harder against lisa's own throbbing clit.
lisa leaned down as far as she could with your leg still wrapped over her shoulder and used her arm for support as your faces hovered over each other. she found your eyes struggling to hold contact with hers.
"i'm tired of hiding this y/n... so stop trying to hold me back. we both want this, right?" her words were soft in contrary to her fast thrusts. she waited for your acknowledgment as she watched you closely.
you gave a barely visible nod. you felt yourself reaching your orgasm soon and knew you couldn't be able to form an actual verbal response even if you wanted to.
"then after tonight- no more okay? fuck the media. i don't care anymore. you're mine."
you're really not sure if you even fully heard lisa or not. at this point, you didn't care about anything over than cumming all over lisa's strap and was so close to telling lisa to just 'shut the fuck up'. her fingers were back on your clit rubbing faster this time and your lips had finally touched for the first time tonight in a sloppy kiss. the sound of lisa's hips meeting the back of your thighs grew louder and so did the moans that slipped from between you and lisa's combined lips.
"lisa!", you couldn't tell if it was a moan or a cry as you continued chanting out her name into her mouth.
the orgasm finally had built up, washing all over your trembling body. lisa held you still against her, grinding into your body to ride out your high and for friction as she reached her own.
when your bodies finally came to a cease, lisa pulled away from you to remove herself from the harness. you watched, still trying to catch your breath, as she walked into the conjoined bathroom to clean the toy. after she was done, she walked back to the bed with her naked body exposed to you and her flushed cheeks that you always saw after she came. lisa met your tired eyes as she climbed into the bed and hovered over you.
"i meant what i said, y/n"
"i know, and i'm sorry", you spoke softly as she kissed the outline of your jaw. "i didn't mean to upset you earlier today. i just... i don't know-- panicked i guess? but, i want to go public now"
you could only see the top of lisa's head from your point of view, but you knew she was smiling between the crook of your neck. it was confirmed when she finally lifted her head to give you another kiss on the lips, then reaching over to grab her phone. she repeatedly tapped the screen, most likely putting in her passcode then tapped a few more buttons before placing slow wet kisses down your sternum.
with a confused look on your face, you silently questioned lisa with an arched eyebrow on your face only for her to laugh.
"well, the media's gonna need confirmation, right?"
★ i wish all JAY biased a very pleasant evening !
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Alexa Demie for Galore Magazine, 2019.
Photography by Prince Chenoa and Jacob Dekat.
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