Mei

just out the corner of your eye, you felt sophia’s relentless fidgeting. she sat one leg crossed over the other, trying to keep the hem of her orange miniskirt from riding up. she pulled a cushion into her lap, her arms laid across it, and her shoulders tense. you watched her just a bit too long--it wasn’t unusual for sophia to be styled in something skimpy, she enjoyed playing into the aesthetic, but the way her knees kept brushing together, the way her fingers tugged at the ends of her skirt, you could tell she was cold. the other two didn’t notice.

whilst lara ranted on about some prank yoonchae had pulled on her, you, wordlessly, began shedding your hoodie. pawing at the hood until you could lousily pull it over your head.

tugging your shirt back down, you leant forward, sleeves in both hands before you looped your arms around her head and lowered the hoodie, draping it across her lap. sophia’s head snapped up at you in surprise, before her hand gloved yours, giving them a tight squeeze. her fingers lingered as yours brushed over the inside of her thigh, setting the cushion down back over her covered lap. slow enough to hitch her breath.

she didn’t thank you verbally, smiling up at you as you mirrored her expression. you whispered something in her ear.

(“if you were cold, you could’ve just said something, babe.”)

not that the fans could hear, the way your lips brushed her ear.

just as you were about to pull back, she grabbed your wrists, holding them just at her chest. you were yanked forward, resting against sophia’s frame as she leant back into your touch. a soft smile tugged at her lips, cheeks tinted pink.

lara and yoonchae bickered on, oblivious to the way sophia was overcame with a giddiness. but the chat wasn’t as heedless.

user04 so y/n’s that kinda gf and sophia’s that kinda gf??

user05 y/n chillll my girlfriend watches your lives

user06 and just like that i’m pregnant and y/n’s the baby’s father (my baby’s father but i call her daddy ykwim)

eventually, sophia let go of your arms, and you resumed your standing behind the younger members. just as yoonchae and lara dragged you into some game of “acting out a slap scene” masterclass, sophia filmed the three of you. you stood over the youngest member, listening to the indian singer’s instructions before striking the air just beside yoonchae’s cheek. paired with lara’s clap and sophia’s godly camerawork, it was a riot.

she set the phone down, leaning over to adjust it before your hand reached beneath her to cup the cut of her top against her chest. one of her hands palmed over yours, her lips pursing to keep the smile on her face from slipping. but it does.

you moved out of her way so she could sit, but her hand gently clutched your wrist, pulling you back hesitantly.

“mahal, you sit. you’ve been standing for half an hour.”

user07 mahal?? oh i’d give her a coffee that’s extra creamy

user08 using my precum as my new skincare product!

user09 her voice when she said that? it did things to me

“you’re offering me your seat?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at yours lips. “no, baby, you stay.”

user10 y/n’s habit of calling ppl baby is gonna her in trouble one day cuz if it were me i’d have bounced on that strap alr

sophia smiled sheepishly, her hand sliding up to grab at your arm. you wouldn’t budge, jerking your arm back just enough to knock her off balance. she plummeted back into the couch, earning a whine from yoonchae when she accidentally hit the side of her head. your hand clasped onto the back of her neck, feeling her tense under your touch. “i said ‘stay’, baby.”

user11 yes whatever you say daddy i mean y/n

user12 guys surprise flash sale! 100% off on all my clothes

user13 y/n unnie take it out it hurts…

“it’s not a suggestion, y/n. sit your ass down.” sophia stated firmly, standing abruptly once again, a hand clutching the cover over her thighs as you let her pull you into where she sat. the back of your knees buckled as they hit the couch.

you were careful not the hit yoonchae with your arm, but the way the filipina spun had her shielding you from view.

she bent slightly, pushing your into the plush cushions when you resisted, but her stance flipped a switch in your head.

your arm circled around her hip, hand immediately palming her skirt so she wouldn’t flash the camera. your grabbed her waist, pulling her down into your lap, a serious look unwavering, and not looking to crack before you made sure she was safe.

sophia landed with a startled giggle, grabbing your shoulders instinctively to steady herself. “y/n--!” she squealed.

you adjusted your hoodie over her thighs, before gently placing the pillow back, your arms circling around her waist like they had done it before. “now i’m sat, and i can keep you warm. it’s a win-win, baby.” you played it off, but the two beside you could not have been more grateful you caught the slip before any footage could have been altered, especially yoonchae.

flustered, sophia’s smile fought to stay composed, her eyes darting to the phone like she was caught in a moment too intimate for show. she cleared her throat, leaning forward to read what the live had to say about this clearly discussion-fuelling moment. it was then you eyed the dip of her top lowering a bit low for comfort, so you pulled her back by her hips, hands cradling them like they were a molded fit.

“careful. don’t give them a show like that for free.”

user14 need to throw it back in her lap cuz it’ll fix me

user15 if yall get a flood warning that’s on me

user16 guys something’s off… oh wait it’s just my clothes lol

her breath hitched, and for a second, she didn’t move. but the next, she melted into you, the tension in her shoulders easing. she leant back into your chest, playing with your fingers.

lara rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “oh my god, they’re clip-farming for edits right now.”

yoonchae laughed, falling back and out of view as lara panned the camera away from the two of you. just before she did, sophia slapped both hands over her face. you just smirked, not rising to the bait, eyeing sophia’s fluster instead.

user17 dream blunt rotation but i’m what’s being passed

user18 had a nightmare about someone chasing me with a knife but then they took off the mask and turns out it was y/n so it was actually a wet dream and not a nightmare

user19 i have two holes and a bed three way let’s go!

♱ manon bannerman; [ yt ] katseye iheattradio feature

“so, manon, there’s always been talk surrounding your performance and commitment in dream academy. do you care to talk about your own experience throughout the project, and how you found your footing among your talented peers?”

you narrowed your eyes, lips soured into a sneer at what the very unprofessional interviewer was implying: that manon was nothing more but a fortunate pawn with no gift.

you watched the tiny, polite smile on the ghanaian woman’s face fall for a split moment before it returned, much more strained, and much harder to miss. she only nodded along to the man’s ruthless questioning droning down on her.

his smile didn’t reach his eyes, you could see. every question dripped with fake charm, thinly veiled jabs, surface level respect that strayed into personal territory.

you were so close to punching his teeth in. so, so close.

“well, i…” she stammered, fingers fidgeting in her lap beside you. though you were seated in the back row, her nervous guise could still be caught if you watched just close enough.

“we’re all very work-oriented people, we can fall into a flow of getting things done pretty easily.” you interceded, not sparing the man your innate disgust at his unprofessionalism. none of the girls were smiling, none of them nodding politely along with his words, but instead just glared. as you spoke, the chill that ran up the man’s spine was indescribable. “especially manon. she can be a perfectionist, but she strikes the best work-life balance among us, and i find that an incredibly difficult line to tread, and she does it perfectly.”

the man faked a cough in attempts to tear through the tension, but when the girls simply stared back with zero amusement, he cleared his throat, glancing down at the question cards.

“okay, now that the group has been active for a while, do you feel secure in your roles as of now? or is there still a sense of competition amongst the members to prove themselves?”

the question was nursed in industry lingo, but the subtext wasn’t as subtle. what the fuck was wrong with this guy?

your eyes shifted towards manon instinctively, sat beside you in silence and engrossed in an upsetting silence. she glanced down at her restless fingers twirling her ring. her lips pressed into a tight line, pointed brows furrowed together. you knew her, and you knew she was trying to make her anxiety.

you caught sophia’s gaze, and she knew exactly what to do when she saw the scowl threatening to crack through your poker face. “growing into a position is a very… diplomatic way of thinking about growth. i’d say we’re more learning in an open space where we’re allowed to grow freely. where we can learn to thrive and breathe at the same time, y’know?”

he glared straight at the ghanaian woman beside you. “and you, manon? ever feel like the pressure is catching up?”

she smiled, the practiced, razor-thin one. “i think every one of us brings something different to the table, there’s no need to compare different stages in different areas. i just focus on doing my part well, and improving best i can.”

you added: “nobody here has anything to prove.”

heads turned at your sudden intrusion, you took advantage of the attention hooked on you. “we don’t owe anybody anything explanation. we earned our place here on dream academy, and we continue to earn it. she’s exactly where she should be.”

the eldest’s eyes met yours; you could tell she didn’t expect that. but she held your gaze just a little too long to be casual.

the interviewer fumbled out a vague, “of course.”

as the interview carried on, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on manon. you found her laying low, unwilling to speak up after the invasive interrogation. she nervously fidgeted the entire time, her smile fading as her eyes carried a melancholy edge. you couldn’t focus on the interview yourself.

you reached out, grabbing her hand. you covered her mic with your free hand, leaning over to whisper, “are you okay?”

she nodded, but the polite smile she gave you didn’t quite reach her eyes, and you felt her breath hitch. your fingers brushed hers in her lap, threading between them.

“you’re doing amazing, baby.” you squeezed her hand.

you didn’t lean too closer, but just enough for your lips to brush her ear. her head dropped to conceal her growing smile.

later, as you left the venue, you and the girls were led towards a tunnel where fans were gathered for photos and autographs. as the others spread out to greet and engage with awaiting fans, you stayed by manon’s side the entire time. by the way she could only give gated responses, you knew she was trying to keep it together. you were hollered at immediately.

“manon! y/n! can you please sign my monster high dolls?”

“manon! speak some spanish for us mexican fans!”

“why don’t you smile more? you’re always so serious!”

the last one wasn’t mean, not outright, but it hit her like it, and you noticed with the way she swallowed thickly and laughed.

she stiffened, reaching out to sign some of the things people were shoving in her face mindlessly. her smile stayed, her eyes glazed over with a dissociative layer, and your stomach churned. she went a little quiet, providing strict responses.

without a word, you moved closer, a hand finding the small of manon’s back as you ushered her along. you grazed the skin just under her top, thumb rubbing circles to soothe her. you turned down disrespectful gestures and personal questions, keeping the poised charm you weren’t afraid to flash. gently, you tugged at her until she was tucked behind you, your arm looped low around her waist. you held her, the other hand waving at and keeping the overwhelming chaos away from her.

“sorry, guys, i wish we can stay long, but it’s been a long day and our staff really wants us to get to our next thing.” you announced, grinning widely at the masses.

contrary to megan, who seemed to be actively escaping.

manon blinked up at you, the panic in her eyes thawing as her finger curled into your palm. the fanfare roared at your intimate stance, snapping videos and pictures of solely the two of you, which earned the attention of the other members.

as the seven of you stood at the very end of the tunnel, waiting for your car to arrive, you stood, hands cradling her cheeks.

your thumb stroked along her cheekbone, other hand resting lightly on her hip. you whispered to her, which the crowd couldn’t quite make out, but your positions were enough to cause a crazier frenzy. her eyes fluttered shut, caressing your wrist before nodding with a small, but genuine, smile.

user01 every time y/n does that thing with her hands and calls one of the katz baby an angel gains its wings

user02 y/n is a soft dom/service top confirmed ted talk over

user03 manon’s better than me cuz i would’ve immediately fell to my knees and started barking like a dog

user04 so guess we’re feeling team n/nmanz today

♱ daniela avanzini; [ weverse ] peanutbutterlover02’s sesh

another day, another vlog to film for the new comeback. it wasn't an unusual occurance, your manager shoving a camera crew down your throat at five in the morning just as you land. being the older members of the group, you and sophia took it upon yourselves to entertain the vlog as the others rest up.

when you landed in korea, the first thing on the itinerary was a rehearsal for the music video shoot the next morning. by the time you got to the practice room, all of you were ready to go.

and unluckily, whilst practicing gabriela in heels, daniela lost balance and landed on her ankle wrong. practice was called.

whilst the others caught up on their rest, you and manon, being the only ones with an ounce of energy still circulating your systems, decided to go live. as daniela showered, the two of you started a weverse stream in their shared room.

“what even is that? what’s a skibidi?” manon tilted her head.

you couldn’t resist laughing, throwing your head back and falling into her bed as she glared back at you in confusion.

“oh my god, this is too good.” you chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just like a meme people like to reference. its called brainrot.”

“brainrot? oh hell no,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “i like to keep my brain fresh and smooth, thank you very much.”

you rainsed an eyebrow. “y’know a smooth brain is bad, right?”

“okay, genius, when did i ask?” she nodded, lips pursed.

just as you were about to retaliate with some smartass quip, the door creaked open--daniela popped in with her dripping hair clipped up, a graphic tee on and some shorts. but there was something off about the way she walked; when she was fully in-view, you caught the faintest wobble whenever she’d land on her left foot. she suppressed a grimace, playing it cool as she smiled and waved in greeting at the live.

manon didn’t notice the slight wince she let out, but you did.

you immediately rose from your seat by manon on the floor, scrambling across the room to steady the girl trying to make her way over. confused, the eldest snapped her head back to see what you were so eager to tend to, but witnessed:

“i’m fine,” the latina hissed, but the way her hand was gripping your arm for dear life said otherwise. “hey, i’m fine!”

“mhm,” you hummed, grabbing her waist. the more she tried to struggle out of your grasp, the more she was shifting weight onto the bad foot. finally, over her stubborn behaviour, you grabbed her by the knees, throwing her over your shoulder as she dangled over your back. she let out a shrill scream, hands pawing at your hips in attempts to wiggle from your grasp.

“oh my god,” manon sighed, a hand cradling her temple.

“y/n! on my god, i’m gonna fall and break my neck--put me down!” her voice turned into a pitched shriek at the end of her whining. “stop! stop! you’re gonna drop me!”

“you weigh six pounds in a weighted vest, dani, stop your bitching.” you scolded, turning around so your back faced the live, which meant daniela, who was propping herself up against your butt. she immediately ducked, tucking her face into your frame as she let out yet another scream. “oh, come on, you look pretty right now. don’t be rude, say ‘hi’.”

user01 if y/n told me to stop bitching i'd just moan in reponse

user02 they way i'd just start eating her ass lol

user03 hybe killed futch y/n ik this woman is a masc on the dl

when she began beating against your back, you chuckled, strolling off-screen to lay her down on her bed with a thud.

manon stayed quiet, a cheeky smirk tugging at her lips. she turned a blind eye to whatever was happening off-camera, scanning the flooding meltdown the chat seemed to be collectively having. you could hear the faintest squeals and whines from the latina, and by the way your feet hung off the bed, it was obvious you were propping yourself over something. single-handedly, it increased your viewers by 50k.

user04 her laugh… my body… it’s like it recognizes her…

user05 nah daniela’s real for that i’d break her back too if she manhandled me like that

user06 the dann/n agenda stands strong these days huh

user07 all twenty fingers and her thick ass strap

user08 sorry i was gone guys had to put my phone in rice

you didn’t return to the live, even though you were the one who insisted on starting one. manon was left to host alone, unfazed by the noises sounding from daniela’s side of the room. her eyes darted past comments targeting the suspicious activity.

“‘manon should’ve went to bed’? yeah, i agree.” the eldest grumbled, slicking back her hair with her brush.

“you’re just salty!” daniela shouted from the other side of the room, propping herself up. you grabbed her jaw, yanking her back down to smother her in your arms. she squealed, burying herself into you as the both of you disappeared in bed.

“do ya’ll see what this house is like when yoonchae’s asleep?”

user09 dann/n dry humping wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card

user10 i just know dani gets pampered like a pillow princess

user11 not a katseye live without softcore p0rn

♱ lara raj; [ weverse ] danonlarzn/n late-night shenanigans

manon insisted you started a live to end the amusement drought you were suffering from in the hotel room whilst you waited for the delivery to arrive.

you sat behind lara and manon, who bantered back and forth, head between them as daniela tried her best to squeeze her way into frame with her arms wrapped around your neck. it was all light-hearted memes and brainrotted quotes until the only voices left talking were you, manon and daniela’s.

“stop!” lara grimaced abruptly, sneering at the phone.

three pairs of eyes found her, watching her confidence shatter with each passing silent second. but only you instinctively reached out to toy with the ends of her hair, tucking a rogue strand behind her ear before her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your palm and turning into you to shield herself.

“lara?” you muttered softly, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“they keep saying i look like momo.” she groaned into your collarbone, sniffling lightly. your hand found the back of her neck, fingers soothing the tension from her nape. manon and daniela shared a look whilst you comforted the singer. “i keep telling them to stop, but it’s making it worse.”

the look you shot the camera next was uncanny, even the other two didn’t dare speak up before you gestured for manon to pull the phone closer. she does, holding it upright.

“let’s see what you look like, dumbass.” you snarled into the camera, scrolling through the comments before permanently blocking the user spamming negative comments. your jaw tensed, eyebrows furrowed. “if i see one more fucking insult, i’m ending this live. don’t ruin this for everyone.”

lara grabbed your arm, wrapping herself around it before laying her chin on your shoulder. her bottom lip jutted out slightly, shielding herself from the camera behind your frame.

you leant back, letting manon slide forward to read the comments. your hand fell into lara’s lap, palming her inner-thigh. your thumb rubbed circles against her skin, gradually flushing the negative feeling from her body. manon let out her own scoldings, you buried your nose in lara’s jet-black locks. you placed a gentle kiss on her head, light and loving.

she smiled, eyes flickering between your own and the soft smile you hung on your lips. just then, and just for her.

slowly, but gradually, you shifted so she could be onscreen.

you felt her shimmy away from the live, camera-shy, unsure of herself before you gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“no, don’t hide.” you felt a hint of a smile return to her face. you grabbed her chin, affectionately pinching her. “you’re absolutely breathtaking, don't let losers tell you any different.”

her lips quivered, unable to contain the smile on her face.

user01 need her hands on gabriela (it's me i'm gabriela)

user02 "whats your love language" y/n standing up to haters for me and then splitting me in half on her strap

user03 love me a bicon and scissor sister mashup fr

user04 lara's stronger than me we'd break manon's bed

for what seemed to be half an hour, manon made jokes and teased her roommate for little habits she didn’t approve of. whilst you and lara sat to one side, she had practically moved into your lap. you had one hand resting on her stomach, the other toying with her fingers as your hand gloved hers. the soothing gestures seemed to be easing the negativity from her tense shoulders, and she puddled into your touch.

"no, girl, that shit problematic as hell!" manon cackled at the indian singer's hoodie. after a good five minutes of pure hysterics from the four of you, the room was calm once more.

"look who's talking." you joked, wrapping your arms around lara tightly, as if you were shielding her from potential threat. "little miss scandal-lover, herself." if you had been anybody else, manon would've smacked you across the face. she just rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips at your teasing.

"oh yeah? says the group slut?"

"okay, bitch, you tryna go?"

"no, if ya'll fight, then i'll have to get off and i don't wanna..." lara whined. she turned to straddle your lap, arms tightening around your neck as the both of you fell backwards. you let out a small huff at her squeezing the air out your chest, before you began running your hands up and down her back.

"oh my god, you gaywads are doin' too much."

"stop being a homophobe, daniela andrea."

"what! i'm not homophobic!"

user05 istg every live is just the members third wheeling y/n and somebody like

user06 yeah y/n IS the group slut bro can literally come out dating anyone in katseye and nobody would bat an eye

user07 if i had her face card i'd be a slut too ngl

user08 i get her ispiritually cuz f i was surrounded by baddies 24/7 i would too start behaving whorish

♱ megan skiendiel; [ yt ] katseye with a side of slime

you could barely register the loud sound the canon made, before neon-green gunk shot up your sinuses like an unwanted fever. instinctively, you turned away, spitting whatever had shot into your mouth. you heard cheers roar as the cameras zoomed in on your faces to put on the jumbotrons. you loved nothing more.

following sophia's lead, the lot of you waved to the masses, blowing kisses and bidding your goodbyes as the leader guided the rest of you offstage. you stood on the very edge of the group, the last in line, with megan before you. but as you readied to head offstage, slime dripping from your nose, you noticed the hawaiin hadn't moved an inch.

concerned, you quickly turned your back towards the crowd and the cameras, blocking her form view. you brushed the tangled hair from her face, feeling her hands frantically grab at your wrists. she was struggling to open her eyes, and you could tell she was anything but calm.

"mei, close your eyes." you instructed. she followed.

you scraped the slime from your thumbs onto your top, before carefully swiping it from her lids. you pinched the end of her nose, swabbing any gunk there as well.

"you okay? can you open your eyes?"

she let out a strangled hum, the edge of her eyes brimming with green tears as she blinked the rest away.

you slung an arm around her shoulder, tugging her towards backstage. you waved to the restless fans. soothing the concern they had for megan's state.

backstage, your team was already ready to capture the behind the scenes content needed for the next vlog. you see the girls giving their post-sliming interview, drenched head-to-toe in that disgutingly sweet syrup glazed over your features.

carefully, you grabbed a paper towel, handing it to megan. your hand found the small of her back, thumb rubbing circles against her skin in comfort.

"so megan, you really took that slime hit like a champ. i see you were standing directly in front of the canons. how're you feeling?" the interviewer questioned holding the microphone out towards her.

the chinese faked a chuckled, pulling the paper towel back from dabbing her eyes. "really sticky. is this what being a jell-o shot is like?"

as she answered questions, you gently picked the slime from her matte hair. unwilling to pry yourself away from the girl, despite the disgusting feeling of slime sliding between the two of your frames. sophia eyed you, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour, but you couldn't even spare her a passing glance.

"well, i'm glad to see your personal glam artist at work." the woman joked, winking at you.

both of you let out a nervous laugh in response, not expecting her to call you out like that. your hand left the chinese girl's hair.

"more like personal clean-up." sophia chimed.

in the vlog, the girls moved off the carpet after thanking the interviewer, one after another making comments and describing their experience to your camera crew before dispersing. you and megan lingered at the back of the group, as you tried to wring the slime from your skimpy outfit. she shrugged off her mircophone set.

you wagged a finger at the camera, and the cameraman stepped closer to you. you gestured towards megan behind you, whispering, "that was iconic as *bleep*, like, at least i wasn't standing in the splash zone. rookie mistake for a nickelodeon kid."

"hey! i was a disney kid." she hugged you from behind her cheek against yours as you tried to wring free. you whined as she rubbed all the slime on her against you. warm, sticky, and disgusting. keep talking, and we'll see what happens."

she strolled past, tongue sticking out at you.

"holy ungrateful!" you yelled after her, before she disappeared into a trailer. you rolled your eyes playfully at the cameras. "i saved her ass and this is how she repays me? do ya'll see this?" as your manager gestured for you to get cleaned up as well, you sighed to yourself. "well, i could let megan go clean up alone, but she'd probably miss a spot." you raised your eyebrows cheekily, pressing a finger against your lips. "we can't have that for the afterparty now, can we?"

user01 well someone knows her audience

user02 guys they had sesbian lex i was the trailer

user03 only way to come out cleaner and dirtier atst

user04 if u listen closer u can hear me moan

user05 the cameras cut but my imagination didn't

♱ jeong yoonchae; [ weverse ] yoonchip's live english lesson

yoonchae was already practically pressed into your side and melded into the curve of your arm when the fans began flooding into the live. unusual, for somebody as against physical touch as the maknae, but she was almost shameless about it, despite her shy demeanour.

she's clearly trying to answer some english comments whilst you engaged with the chat, but she kept hesitating, cheeks puffing in frustration when she couldn't find the right words.

you eyed her through the camera, watching the way her lips would part, then shut before any sound could come out. you grinned, cooing at the korean's adorable character. your hand found her lap, fingers brushing her knee in encouragement, nodding towards the phone.

user01 chip! what's your favorite childhood memory?

"chip... what is your... favorite... childhood mem--memory?" she recited carefully, stumbling over her pronounciation. she pasued, eyebrows furrowed together, clearly trying to string the sentence toegther, but the words remained sprawled across her mind. she bit her lip in frustration, you chuckled.

"they just want to know one happy memory from when you were little." you made gestures that corresponded to the words you spoke slowly, watching her face light up in recognition.

she started explaining about her grandparent's and her upbringing, you occassionally interjected with words she was trying to scramble together. you onyl watched her confidence in her second language grow, a warm smile ghosting your lips as your hand trailed comforting patterns above her knee.

user02 she's so gentle... hope she's not in bed tho

user03 this is peak wife behaviour none of yall say nothing

user04 need to see her oiled up and wrapped under my tree this chirstmas or santa's catching these hands

user05 yoonchae being so comfortable around her omg

user06 another day another guess which y/n ship is real

"what is that word?" yoonchae asked, her hand slipping to make a smooth, curvey gesture. "slid?"

you leant in, grabbing the hand she was gesturing with. "good try, baby, but try dragging out the note. slide."

she repeated the word and nailed it.

you beamed, hand squeezing her thigh in praise. "see? perfect. you're getting too good at this."

every time she got something right, you gave her little rewards or words of praise--light pats to her thigh, brushing hair behiind her ear or whispering feel-good comments and teasing the shade of pink flushing to her ears.

user07 babe wake up new n/nchip content just dropped

user08 i hate seeing things i can’t have

user09 ur honour y/n has taken yet another hand in marriage

𝒂𝒏; and here she is. thank you for 1.7k guys, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i do writing. more things to come. happy reading ;) xx

part one: what is exploitation and how does her management exploit her.

in order to properly discuss this matter, we need to have a clear definition of what exploitation is, so here is the oxford dictionary definition for exploitation: “the action or fact of treating someone unfairly in order to benefit from their work.”

as someone who was a fan of the group, i naturally learned about the members and past, because to me it felt different to what kpop-esque groups were like usually, by that i mean how many kpop idols usually have squeaky clean, almost boring pasts and how the kats actually have somewhat interesting lore.

through this i learnt of manon’s impact on social media way before she even debuted in katseye or even joined dream academy, how big she was on platforms like pinterest or sub communities like hairtok, and quite frankly, the fact that she was known much better than the other kats. in short, her star power and presence in the communities katseye caters to and even in communities they don’t typically cater to.

i also naturally learnt of the fact that she is mixed race, specifically black / ghanaian if you want to be very clear. therefore when conversations were being held around her exploitation, it instantly clicked to me that these two facts were going to be discussed heavily within these conversations, and for good reason.

now naturally, per the definition of exploitation, we need to talk about the fact that she clearly put in large amounts of efforts for the group. this cannot go unmentioned, however for my specific argument, it is not the central focus, still important, but not my main argument.

now we can get into how these three points, specifically the first two, were used by her entertainment company to exploit her and profit off of her name.

first of all, manon is literally the visual and center, quite literally the face of the group and if we’re being honest, the main focus, i think this already speaks volumes about how this company profits off of her, as when most think of katseye, they think of manon.

not to mention that manon’s impact on the group and fandom is undeniable, even in small ways, e.g. the whole straight eyebrow trend among the group members and fans alike, in fact even among non-fans. manon possesses that natural star power, that natural talent to start trends and bring attention wherever she goes, whatever she does and whoever she associates with, this is a exactly what a greedy entertainment lives for, that effortless call for attention.

and it is obvious that she possesses the most star power of the group, so naturally hxg would capitalize off of this, as more traction brings more popularity, more popularity brings more views, views bring sales, sales generate money. and while katseye might not be a kpop group, they are likely under a kpop-esque contract, so they would earn around 30% of profits and might even have the infamous trainee debt to pay off. this is only one of the ways i believe hxg is exploiting her.

and yes, we will be having the race discussion in this post because it needs to be talked about. if you can look me straight in my eyes and tell me that the world as we know it today, not even just the entertainment industry mind you, does not capitalize and take advantage of the talents, skills, culture and inventions of people of colour, specifically black people, you are the textbook definition of a good liar, because that just isn’t true, is it?

while there are many areas to speak about when it comes to the management profiting off of manon’s mixed race, i specifically want to speak of how they profit from the attention katseye receives from other young, black boys and girls.

i think it is devastating and absolutely disgusting that hxg is putting manon at the center of their diversity campaign to attract young black people who simply want to see their racial identity being represented by someone they look up to. i think it is cruel to use the thirst young black men and women have for representation as some sort of marketing tactic, because they are capitalizing off of the vulnerable feeling of just wanting to see someone who is their race being recognized on an international scale.

(i do know that other black artists are also extremely popular and recognized, but i think manon is probably the most relevant representation younger kids (because that’s what a big part of katseye’s audience is) have)

this shows to me that hxg views not only manon, but black people as a whole as marketing tools and strategies, which is beyond disturbing to me, and hopefully to you too.

and lastly, i want to mention how even while manon is on hiatus, the entertainment company is still using her as some sort of tactic to keep people hooked, because as we all know, many people only stan katseye for manon and have made it known that they will only stan the katseye with manon in it.

they are prolonging this hiatus to keep the false hope that manon might come back, when it seems to be very clear that the chances of manon coming back is slim to none.

part two: the unfortunate silencing of this conversation

probably the most frustrating part of this situation to me is how so called OT6 fans are actively trying to silence other real fans who are speaking up against this exploitation of manon, because to me that just shows you do not truly care about manon, and that you are definitely not OT6.

this is exactly what the author of the original comment this was inspired by was doing, silencing fans that speak up against this injustice. i think this is simply disrespectful, how can you try to stop others from speaking up against injustice and feel good afterwards?

now while this is not a new thing, it is still extremely sad and frustrating to deal with, especially for poc who endure this daily, as many (myself included) wanted this group to be something we could use as a sign that unity among races is still possible, as that is quite literally what katseye represents.

part three: conclusion and final thoughts

take this from someone who has suffered from similar exploitation, this has a very dear place in my heart, and i would never want anyone else to feel the way i felt when i experienced what i experienced.

i hope someone read this and now understands why so many people feel deeply, truly.

once dani was undressed, megan saw her getting closer to the bed, with those feline eyes burning on her skin.

“you’re so pretty…” daniela echoed, in a whisper, as she got on top of her, between her legs, megan kept her body stiff, but she gave room for dani to get in between her legs. “what?” daniela asked.

it pissed megan off. how could daniela act like this was normal and natural? she knew it was wrong, very, very wrong.

“i don’t know if we should…” megan said in a tiny voice.

daniela almost rolled her eyes, but she kept her sweet expression.

“mei, we talked about this before… you’re not doing anything wrong, i am…” she answered, and leaned in to kiss megan’s face, her cheek, her chin… until she reached her lips, pressing her own against it at first, testing megan’s desire… like always, megan parted her lips, inviting her in. daniela’s smirk almost made megan slap it out of her, but dani kissed her right away. her hands made their way down to pull up megan’s shirt, and successfully pulled it up when megan raised her hands.

then megan heard the sound of daniela’s phone ringing.

daniela didn’t flinch, she attacked megan’s neck with bites and wet kisses all over it, she couldn’t suckle a hickey and risk their secret but she could at least pretend she was marking megan as hers.

“dani… your phone…” megan mumbled, but her fingers curled in daniela’s hair as if nothing had changed. daniela only hummed.

megan’s right hand stretched over the nightstand, grabbing the phone between her fingers and bringing it to her eye level.

“baby ❤️” was written on the screen, on top of a selfie of daniela and her boyfriend, both smiling softly to the camera. megan’s heart ached and her fingers in daniela’s hair clenched a bit, almost painfully.

“it’s jonah, daniela… stop.” she said, her voice tight, daniela sighed on top of her, looking at the screen. she pondered for a minute before grabbing the phone and turning it off, putting it back on the nightstand as if it didn’t matter, moving her hands to the hem of megan’s shorts, starting to pull them down.

“don’t worry, i will come up with something, baby…” she said, her words meant to calm her down, only made megan guiltier.

but daniela had learned a few months ago that megan was a hypocrite and that her intense guilt and penitence came down as soon as daniela had her hands over her body, and as soon as she pulled megan’s shorts off, sliding them over those long legs she loved so much and fitting herself between her legs again, megan became putty in her hands again, back arching for daniela’s mouth on her slender neck, body relaxed and needy…

daniela knew it was time to lower her hand, clever fingers going in between their bodies to find megan’s pussy, so warm, growing wet as daniela rubbed her little clit at first, watching every reaction of megan’s pretty face. contorted in a sweet pleasure, megan was even prettier.

“you want me to fuck you? or you want my mouth?” daniela teased, her fingers teasing megan’s entrance just shyly circling it, feeling the wetness growing, but never going in.

“dani…” megan whined.

“tell me.”

“everything… please.”

that was enough. smirking, daniela lowered down her body until her face was inches away from megan’s cunt, it was shining with her arousal, her pinkish folds begging for attention, daniela licked her lips before diving in, her tongue was so soft and yet determined, she licked all the way up and down, messing her own face, covering her chin and nose in megan’s juices and her own saliva.

she hummed against megan’s pussy, enjoying the flavor invading her mouth, but the sound got lost in the annoying noise of her phone ringing again.

megan tensed for a moment and daniela held her thighs open, licking her clit as she looked up at her face, too focused at her task to even think about answering the damn phone, they both knew who it was, daniela didn’t care a single bit.

“dani… your phone…” megan moaned.

“let it ring, baby.” dani answered, kissing the inside of megan’s milky thigh for a second. “i told you i will come up with something, right? don’t worry, he won’t know that i’m just too addicted to this sweet pussy of yours to answer the phone.”

megan’s eyes squeezed shut at daniela’s words… they’re wrong, dripping in sin as the whole act they’re doing right now, but god, it made her pussy clench around nothing. of course daniela noticed.

“you like knowing this, don’t you, slut? you like knowing i will sleep by his side tonight and dream about your taste in my mouth…” daniela’s fingers entered megan, roughly, her thighs clenched, there was no preparation, it was almost cruel, daniela started to fuck her relentlessly, her hand becoming a blur as megan squirmed slightly, the neediest and sweetest noises leaving her lips, muffling the sound of the phone ringing. “your tight pussy squeezing me… that’s what i will be thinking about when he kisses me tonight, megan. you like knowing that?”

megan shook her head in a no, too stimulated to even speak, dani’s fingers were reaching so deep and so rough, she could even hear the wet noises as she drenched daniela’s hands.

“don’t lie to me…” daniela threatened, her fingers going just a bit faster.

“tell me you like it, you like being my secret…” daniela surged forward, her reddened face was so attractive now, she looked dominant, almost angry. daniela was usually sweet, soft… but megan knew she got way too high on control, she loved it, she was addicted to it.

“i like being your sec—secret.” she finally managed to say between her moans and that seemed enough for dani, that slowed down her pace just enough, smiling to megan, her body on top of hers.

“good girl…” daniela whispered. “keep being good like this and maybe i will answer the phone and talk to him while i fuck you… would you like that?” her tone was light now, almost mockingly and she laughed when megan shook her head in a desperate no.

but dani’s free hand was already reaching the nightstand and megan could only beg god that this day wouldn’t be the day they were discovered, as she had been doing, every single day in those last months.

The night was electric, intense bass shaking the floor of the club as idols sworn to secrecy danced and drank to their hearts desire. Twice, along with many other groups had decided that tonight was going to be dedicated to relieving all the pent up stress from the packed schedules that had burdened them. It was a quiet Saturday night in Seoul, the streets usually bustling with civilians pushing through crowds were empty. It was 1am, not late but not early. No one inside the club was in a hurry to leave as they had a rare day off tomorrow.

Jihyo sat at the bar, nursing a beer and pretending to listen to whatever Sana was rambling about next to her. Jihyo loved Sana--how could she not--but the bubbly Japanese girl talked so much about nothing. She couldn't seem to organize her thoughts that ran a million miles an hour in her head. But it wasn't that Jihyo didn't wan't to listen to her, she certainly did, it was the fact that a certain brown haired Japanese girls was dancing in the crowd and looking so, so divine.

Momo wore a red fitted dress that hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her full hips and the shape of her chest while clinging tightly to her small waist. God, Jihyo could only imagine what her smooth pale skin would feel like under her fingers, how her perfume would smell as Jihyo left marks on the delicate skin of her neck, how her lips would taste against hers, the sounds she would make pressed up against the bathroom door as Jihyo showed her just how skilled her hands really were. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy when Nayeon pressed up against the girl, hands landing on her hips and pulling her closer.

"You're staring again, Hyo." Sana chuckled over her fruity cocktail. Jihyo hadn't even noticed Sana had stopped talking.

"Am not..." the leader would grumble as her cheeks flushed and her body sank lower into the bar stool. Her gaze still hadn't left the scene of Nayeon and Momo practically grinding against each other on the dance floor.

"You're literally looking at Nayeon-unnie like you're going to march over there and chop her head off. It's really funny," Sana giggled as she took a sip of her cocktail. Jihyo groaned, finally tearing her gaze away from the brown haired goddess on the dance floor. She aggressively dropped her beer against the table with a loud thud before dropping her face in to her hands.

"I wish I was Nayeon sometimes..." She sighed as she rubbed her face tiredly.

"You do know they're not dating, nor sleeping with each other, right?" Sana said as she reached over to hold Jihyo's hand. Jihyo would hesitate to answer, chewing at her lip and staring at the marble bar top. She studied the way the thin black streaks moved through the shiny white stone like a river, refusing to meet Sana's eyes.

"I doubt thats true." She would say with a groan as she clenched her fists. Get it together, Park.

Jihyo picked up her beer with her free hand, downing the last of the golden liquid in the mug before asking the bartender for a refill. Sana shot her a concerned look but shrugged it off, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop their leader.

--

On the dance floor, Momo pressed up against Nayeon with her arms around her neck, Nayeons on her hips.

"Is it just me or is Jihyo like... kind of weird these days?" Momo said into Nayeons ear as they swayed to the rythm. Nayeon quirked an eyebrow despite the younger girl not being able to see her face.

"How so? She seems pretty... oh. Oh." A smirk plastered against the oldest of the groups face, pulling away from Momo ever so slightly to look her in her eyes. Their noses bumped against each other, proximity that would often be deemed as "too close for friends" but was completely normal for them.

"She's been weird alright." She would smile before abandoning Momo and walking over to the table where Jeongyeon, Mina, and Chaeyong sat.

Momo was left confused in the middle of the dance floor but she shrugged it off, opting to go quench her thirst with a shot of soju. She made her way towards Sana and Jihyo who seemed to be in a very one-sided conversation, Jihyo's face in her hands and Sana talking a mile a minute as usual. Momo ignored how when Sana caught her eye she had nudged Jihyo and muttered something that made the leader tense and sit up a little straighter.

Momo smiled politely at the two of them as she stepped in between the barstools, Sana on her left and Jihyo on her right. She leaned over, elbows on the bartop, asking the bartender for three shots of peach soju, one for each of them.

Jihyo gulped, unable to keep her eyes from drifting to the older girls chest, the soft pale skin looking so markable. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sana coughing and kicking her chair, her gaze immediately moving to her hands.

Momo hadn't noticed the leaders gaze but she had certainly noticed her awkward silence. She hadn't had time to dwell on that thought as the bar tender placed the three shots in front of them. Momo handed one to Sana who thanked her with a playful edge and a certain glimmer in her eyes that contained an affection Sana only carried for Momo. When Momo turned to hand one to Jihyo, the leader politely declined,

"I'm alright, I have my own drink." She said, awkwardly picking up her beer.

"More for me I guess," Momo responded with a half hearted smile. She raised her shot glass, clinking it against Sanas,

"Here's to a break!" She said before downing the liquid in a blink of an eye. She didn't hesitate before downing the shot Jihyo had rejected, placing the glass inside of the empty one she had previously drank.

Jihyo couldn't bring herself to look anywhere in Momo's direction, knowing her mind would lead her into perverted fantasies she would not allow herself to have.

--

As the night passed, Momo would come back multiple times for more shots, each time a little less stable on her feet than the last. Jihyo would lose her resolve, the amount of beer she had consumed starting to catch up on her.

"I'll be right back, Sana. Gonna go freshen up a bit." Jihyo said as she felt her head spin. She stood up from the stool, stumbling a bit before stabilizing herself and ignoring Sana's concerned look. Sana nodded and kept silent, watching as the younger girl made her way through the crowd. Something that caught Sana's attention was that Momo was nowhere to be seen. A thought crossed through her head and with a smirk she sighed, leaning against the countertop, "These two idiots," she chuckled to herself.

Nayeon sat on Jeongyeons lap, watching as Jihyo proceeded down the hallway towards the bathroom that Momo was currently in.

"How much do you want to bet that they're going to fuck by the end of tonight?" Nayeon said to Jeongyeon as she leaned against her, head falling on to her shoulder.

"We both know those two losers are going to fuck and ignore each other like the other has the dancing plague after this." Jeongyeon retorted, earning a laugh from Nayeon and Chaeyoung along with a small smile from Mina.

--

Jihyo pushed open the door to the womens bathroom, shocked when it swung open and revealed Momo standing behind it about to leave.

"Uh, sorry Hyo. I was about to leave, you can... you can go." Momo said as she awkwardly stepped aside to let Jihyo in. They both stood there, Jihyo's back to Momo. Jihyo wore a black backless dress that dove deep, exposing her entire back. Momo gulped at the sight of the leaders tanned skin, a sight she had seen many times before yet it felt different right now for some odd reason. She would blame it on the alcohol running through her veins.

Jihyo turned around, walking past Momo and closing the door behind her and locking it with a soft click. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the taller Japanese goddess who's face was soft underneath the dim lighting of the bathroom. She was breathtaking. Absolutely irresistible. Jihyo couldn't contain herself anymore. She slowly made her way towards Momo who would step back to compensate for the closing distance until her back hit the sink, leaving her trapped between the cold countertop and Jihyo. The younger girl looked up at her, her gaze fixed on her lips as her hands moved to rest on her hips. Momo's breathing was unsteady, her heart rate through the roof. She was sure Jihyo could feel it with how close she was.

"Momo..." Jihyo breathed against her lips,

"Jihyo..." Momo would return, unsure of what to do or say.

Jihyo slowly closed the distance between her and Momo, giving Momo the opportunity to pull away while she hesitated as their noses pressed against each other. Suddenly, Momo felt an irresitible pull towards the girl as if she was a siren luring her in with song. Momo couldn't hold herself back anymore, couldn't deny what she wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave her the courage, but she closed the little remaining distance between them, her lips pressing softly against Jihyos. Jihyo tasted faintly of beer and lime, Momo contrasted with the taste of sweet peaches. Momos hands found Jihyo's hair and Jihyo's grip on her waist tightened as she pulled her closer.

The kiss grew heated, filled with passion and lust. Jihyo bit Momo's bottom lip softly, causing a surprised moan to escape the older girl. Jihyo used this opportunity to slip her tongue between her lips, tangling with Momo's soft tongue as she explored her mouth. Momo submitted, letting Jihyo take charge of the kiss. Jihyos hands began to explore, running up Momo's covered stomach, feeling the faint outline of the abs that were concealed by the red silk. The two pulled away for air, Jihyo quickly leaving kisses against Momo's jawline as her hands moved to her full chest, gently massaging her pale breasts over her dress. Momo moaned as Jihyo left wet kisses down her neck, tilting her head to give the younger girl better access as she bit and sucked the sensitive skin.

"Fuck... Jihyo I..." Momo breathed, pressing her hips against Jihyo, desperate for any friction.

"So needy baby... you're so fucking sexy." Jihyo said into her ear, gently biting her earlobe as her hands moved to unzip Momo's dress.

Momo's hips bucked at the nickname, a small whimper escaping the back of her throat and leaving Jihyo with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Jihyo moved away to push the thin straps of Momo's dress off her shoulders, Momo helping her and slipping her arms out of the loops. Jihyo connected their lips again in a searing, passionate kiss. This time, they were more sure of what they wanted, less hesitant. Jihyo's hand found themselves fumbling with the clasp of Momo's bra as she desperately tried to remove the article of clothing, coming to success after what seemed like and eternity of trying. Jihyo's hands immediately began to explore the newly exposed skin, massaging the Japanese girls full chest and playing with her hard nipples.

Momo let out a satisfied moan into the kiss, making Jihyo smile. Jihyo moved to suck on Momo's left breast, her hand playing with the other as to not leave her touch deprived. Jihyos free hand pushed Momo's dress down her hips, leaving the girl in just her black lace underwear. Momo shivered at the cold air coming in contact with her now nearly fulling exposed body. Her back arched into Jihyo's touch as her fingers ran down her stomach, tracing the lines of her abs.

"P-please... Jihyo I need..." Momo struggled, clenching around nothing as she desperately searched for friction.

"Please what, use your words pretty baby." Jihyo said, removing herself from Momo's breast.

"Please fuck me I need to feel you.." Momo breathed, gazing into Jihyo's honey brown eyes. Jihyo's pupils were blown with lust and her eyes glazed over with desire.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Jihyo said with a smirk as her lips trailed down Momo's stomach, hands on either of her shaking thighs keeping her firmly pressed against the tabletop. Jihyo sunk to her knees, kissing the inside of Momo's pale thighs, fingers ghosting over her soaked underwear.

"You're so wet for me baby..." Jihyo breathed in awe. Momo responded with a broken whimper,

"All for you..."

Jihyo could't torture her any longer. Rather, she couldn't torture herself any longer. She pulled Momo's lace underwear down to her ankles, her eyes sparkling at the sight of her dripping cunt. Jihyo pressed a soft kiss against her clit, eliciting a soft breath from the girl above her. Jihyo gave soft kitten licks along her folds, savoring the sweet taste of Momo's arousal. Momo's hips stuttered around her face, desperate for more.

"Please. Please Jihyo I need you." She moaned, grinding against Jihyo's face. And who was Jihyo to deny such a gorgeous girl with incredible manners her pleasure?

Jihyos long fingers ran along Momo's cunt, collecting arousal to lubricate them before teasingly pressing against Momo's tight entrance. Momos head fell back, a soft breath escaping her lips. Jihyo slowly pushed her two fingers into Momo's tight pussy, the older girl gripping on to the table top until her knuckles turned white. "Fuck.." she breathed out.

"You're so tight." Jihyo said against Momo's clit as her fingers worked in and out of the desperate girl. Momo moaned loudly at the sensation. Jihyo smirked before latching onto her clit causing Momo to moan even louder. She was sure anyone who walked past them would be able to hear them but she didn't care, she wanted the world to know how good she was making Momo feel.

She could feel Momo's walls tightening around her fingers, her hips grinding harder and faster against her face. Momo could feel the tension building in her core as pleasure coursed through her veins.

"Fuck Jihyo Im so close." Momo moaned, desperately riding Jihyo's fingers and Jihyo picked up her pace.

"Cum for me baby, I need it." Jihyo panted against Momo's clit as she curled her fingers and pumped in and out of her dripping pussy faster and harder.

After a few more deep thrusts, Momo came hard. Her body shook with her orgasm, her moans loud and echoing off the bathroom walls. Jihyo slowly guided her through her orgasm, slowly pumping her fingers and licking her pussy clean. Momo shook with overstimulation and Jihyo took that as a sign to pull away, leaving Momo feeling empty and clenching around nothing. Jihyo licked her fingers clean while holding eye contact with Momo, butterflies erupting in the older's stomach.

Jihyo leaned in to softly kiss Momo, allowing her to taste herself on her tongue. The kiss was softer, slower, more languid. Jihyo could feel the passion, but it wasn't passion driven by lust, rather, it was filled with emotions and unspoken words.

They eventually pulled away, panting and staring each other in the eyes as their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

"I... thank you... I needed that." Momo breathed against her lips. Jihyo nodded, kissing her again instead of responding.

They both hoped they would remember this when they woke up tomorrow with horrible hangovers and unexplained soreness in their bodies.

A/N: If you made it this far, tysm for reading! Please feel free to leave comments/feedback. This is not proofread and was written in one sitting at 1am because my gay mohyopilled brain decided I coudn't sleep before I wrote this lol so pls point out any errors. Hope you enjoyed!!

you shook your head, not trusting your voice. manon and lara were watching now, their expressions amused. they knew. they all knew.

"i think she's still thinkin' about that shoot," sophia teased, her voice dripping with innuendo. "specifically that part where dani had her pressed up against that wall."

lara laughed, nudging you with her shoulder. "you should've seen your face. looked like you were gonna pass out."

you felt your cheeks burn hotter. "i was jus’ feeling cold while we were shooting, that’s all," you mumbled, sinking lower into the water uncomfortably.

daniela just chuckled at that, a deep, throaty sound that made your stomach clench. she stood up, water cascading down her toned body in a way that should have been illegal. "i'm getting out. it's too hot in here."

she grabbed a towel, wrapping it low around her hips before shooting you another look. "c'mon. help me find my shirt."

it wasn't a question. it was a command.

you hesitated for a second, your heart pounding, before climbing out of the tub. you could feel the other girls' eyes on you as you followed daniela back into the house, leaving a trail of water on the tiled floor.

she led you into the dark, quiet living room, not even bothering to turn on a light. the only illumination came from the pool lights outside, casting long, distorted shadows across the room.

"so," daniela started, turning to face you. you were suddenly very aware of how little clothing you were both wearing, just damp bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. "you were having fun watching me out there?"

"i-i wasn't—" you started, but she cut you off by closing the distance between you.

"don't lie," she whispered, her hands coming to rest on your hips, her grip firm.

"i saw the way you were looking at me. the way you've been looking at me all day."

her thumb brushed against the skin just above the waistline of your bikini, and you shivered. "dani..."

"you liked it, didn't you?" she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "you liked watching me. liked thinking ‘bout me doing those things to you for real."

you could only nod, your breath catching in your throat. her hands slid up your back, deftly untying your top. it fell away, and she tossed it aside without a second thought.

"yeah?" she purred, her eyes raking over your exposed chest. "'cause i've been thinking about it, too."

she backed you up against the wall, just like in the shoot, but this time there were no cameras, no crew, no excuses. this was real. her mouth was on yours in an instant, a hungry, demanding kiss that tasted of chlorine and something else, something purely daniela.

you kissed back with just as much desperation, your hands tangling in her wet hair as she lifted you up. you wrapped your legs around her waist, your body arching into hers as she ground her hips against you.

"fuck, you have no idea what you do to me," she groaned against your lips, her hands squeezing your ass. she carried you over to the large, plush couch, laying you down on it like you were something precious.

she hovered over you, her eyes dark with lust. "all day... all i could fuckin’ think about was getting you alone."

she hooked her fingers in the waistband of your bikini, pulling them down and tossing them to join your top. she spread your legs, her gaze dropping to your exposed, glistening pussy.

"so fuckin' pretty," she breathed, before lowering her head between your thighs. you cried out, your hands flying to her hair as her tongue found your clit. she ate you out with a practiced ease that had your fingers curl around her hair tighter, her fingers digging into your thighs to hold you open.

she was relentless, her tongue and lips working you into a frenzy until you were a whimpering, writhing mess beneath her.

"please, mami, please," you begged, not even sure what you were begging for.

she looked up at you, her chin glistening with your arousal. "please what, baby? use your words."

"need you," you gasped. "need y’ inside me-"

she smirked, a triumphant glint in her eyes. she quickly untied her own top before shucking her bottoms. she settled back between your legs, lining herself up. "shiittt, gonna fill y’ up so good…" she grunts softly, before sinking into you in one slow, deep thrust.

you both moaned at the feeling, your bodies fitting together perfectly. she started to move, her pace slow and deliberate at first, drawing out the pleasure. it was a stark contrast to the frantic energy from earlier, a slow, deliberate burn that was driving you insane.

"look at me," she commanded, her voice husky. you forced your eyes open, meeting her intense gaze. "look at me while i fuck you, baby,”

she increased her pace, her hips snapping against yours with a wet, filthy sound that echoed in the quiet room. the tension that had been building all day finally snapped, and you came with a loud moan, your body convulsing around her. she followed you over the edge a moment later, burying her face in your neck as she shuddered against you.

you lay there for a long time, a tangled, sweaty mess, the only sound your ragged breaths. eventually, she pulled out, collapsing beside you on the couch.

“we should probably get back before they send a search party," she murmured, her voice muffled by your skin.

you just hummed in response, too spent to move. you knew the other girls would know exactly what you'd been doing, but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care.