#manon x reader

pairing. ot5 (obvi not yoonchae) x fem! reader. content. wlw , anal , g!p kats for some (obvi straight p.rn for those) , degradation , use of toys .

author’s note. this is a celebration post! i had achieved 1K of followers a few days ago, i have this account for only two months now, so, for me, it means a lot! i’ve received a lot of supportive and sweet words from some of you, even with my terrible grammar mistakes so thank y’all so so so so much! <3

DANIELA;

how katseye would react to you dressing futch

pairing :: ot5 katseye x futch!reader

cw :: slightly suggestive, (baby’s first…) smau, 7th member!au, fluff/affection, barely proofread im sleepy

sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.

and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.

so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.

one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.

# sophia’s solo live

sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.

without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”

user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT

you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.

she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.

she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).

“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.

“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.

“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”

she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.

her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.

she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.

you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.

user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭

user03 sophia hands where we can see them

user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK

# manon’s solo live

user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??

manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.

”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“

she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.

user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????

user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one

user04 y/n smokes?

between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.

“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”

as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.

“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.

you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.

“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”

“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.

you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.

she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.

“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”

user05 earth to manon

user06 right in front of my salad…

# daniela’s solo live

daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.

“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”

she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.

the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.

you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”

daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.

“damn, mami.”

her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.

user01 IS THAT Y/N???

user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen

user03 y/n looks sooo bf today

she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.

her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”

you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.

before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.

“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.

user04 get a room PLEASE

user05 i just know they get freaky as hell

user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US

”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”

”need company?”

she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.

“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.

# megan’s solo live

megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.

“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”

she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.

“this is… new.”

“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.

she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.

“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.

user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK

user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO

you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.

“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”

a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.

“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”

you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”

she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.

she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.

user03 my dream necklace 💗

user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless

“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.

the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.

“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.

the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.

user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!

user06 my mein/n heart <3

# lara’s solo live

“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”

lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.

user01 she loves her mascs wbk

user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance

user03 another loss for the fems :(

she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.

she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”

“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.

“oh, word?”

lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.

you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.

lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

user04 HELLO??

user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg

user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…

“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”

you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.

“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.

you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”

you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.

you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.

“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”

that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.

user07 no guys they just have deep friend love

user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????

“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.

“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”

lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.

with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.

user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY

scene : your boyfriend calls you, but your ‘kinda’ busy, and manon makes sure he knows his girl is busy.

content warning : cheating , g!p manon , fem reader , manon is cocky , creampie , squirt , language , praise words , pet names.

author's note : stay hydrated guys 😌 . m.list

You were in a sticky situation at the moment, well your legs were sticky drooping with your cum mixed in with manon’s. You knew this was wrong, she was your boyfriend’s best friend. But he disrespected you in front of everyone tonight, making you leave the house party.

To get revenge you decided to sleep with his best friend, the friend who he grew up with from childhood. Doing this feels like betrayal to him. But Manon didn’t care, she had the prettiest chick, getting cracked by her.

Manon originally had a crush on you, but so did Jacob so she let Jacob take you out on her dream dates. She let him have the girl she wanted, kiss the girl she wanted, even slept with the girl she wanted. It wasn’t fair for her.

So now she had you where she wanted, she took deep thrusts into you. “Fuck you tight as hell pretty..” her hips pulled away before snapping forwards again. You whined, this was so wrong on so many levels but she felt so good.

You’d already cummed on her dick twice, and your third was already building up into a knot. “m..manon..” you muttered, she couldn’t hear you though — the background sounds of her clapping your cheeks.

“Shit baby..” she braced her hands on your waist and started thrusting into you. Your head dipped into the mattress, “manon.. m’close..” you finally started over you rambling.

“again? You already gonna cum for me right now..?” She leaned in her chest pressed in your back. “Hold it for me princess.. imma cum with you soon.. so be good for mama yea..?”

You nodded, Jacob never made you feel like this ever, he’d always pull out to cum on your thigh. He never had good enough stamina and never filled you up like how manon. You started to regret your choices of choosing him over her.

You clenched hard onto her dick holding it in as the good girl you know you are for her, as you gripped the sheets holding on for dear life your phone rang. If was located near were manon was standing, “your phone is ringing dear..” she looked at you and smirked as you completely ignored her words.

At this point your brain was all mushed up, you were so sensitive that your body was going in overdrive. “Imma answer it and give it to you yea..?..” she picked up your phone, it was Jacob calling you.

“Well well well this will be fun princess..” she clicked answer, and handed you the phone, you gripped it trying not to moan as manon found a new spot inside you to hit.

Jacob : “yn i’m sorry is was a stupid fucking plan and i fucked up badly.. please come back our apartment.. please..”

you : “i-im.. at a.. a friends house jacob.. i just want..” your breath went shakey, you were on the brim.

Jacob : “yn are you okay? You sound like you’re running a marathon..”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but Manon noticed and pulls out before thrusting hardly back in. You let out a yelp into the phone.

Jacob : “yn? Are you there?”

You didn’t answer, you were absolutely gone.

Manon took the phone.

Jacob : “yn yn? Are you there? Whats that noise..?”

Manon : “sup cobby, your girl’s kinda busy right now..”

Jacob : “what? Manon what are you talking about..? — what’s going on with you and yn..?”

Manon : “she’s fine, i’m just making sure she’s alright..”

Jacob sighed : “okay i’ll call back tomorrow.. just take care of her for me..”

Manon : “of course Cobby, you’re my brother from another mother..” she hanged up throwing you phone back onto the desk.

“He’s so fucking stupid..” she continued thrusting, “i dunno what you saw in him pretty.” You looked up at her.. “..close..”

She nodded, “yea.. cum for me baby.. lemme see you squirt all over this dick.” And so you did so, your legs shook your hold pushing her completely out as well as her cum.

She sighed.

“Be my girlfriend..”

CRACKING EVERY TIME WE AGREE

In which you do this TikTok trend with them.

katseye ot5 x female reader

tags: fluff, top!idol!katseye, bottom!reader, cringe 🫩 (idk what tags for this)

warnings: suggestive, cuss words, implied sexual content

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?? making this was quite a challenge tho

MANON BANNERMAN

To be honest, Manon hasn’t really been keeping up with TikTok trends lately. She uses the app, but she doesn’t join any trends unless her group decides to film something for their Katseye account.

So you, her girlfriend who she always feels lucky to have, decided to help her keep up and try a couple trend with her.

Manon was lying on the bed watching Twilight for what felt like the hundredth time. You crawled onto the mattress and wrapped an arm around her lazily.

She didn’t move away; instead, she pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, still half-focused on the scene playing on the TV. She was soaking in your warmth.

“Babe.”

“Hold on,” she mumbled, eyes glued to the screen as the main characters kissed…and went even further. She smirked a little. “This is the good part.”

You raised a brow and glanced at the TV, wondering how she still found that scene interesting after watching it so many times.

But then you realized: this was perfect for the idea you had in mind.

You tapped her chest to get her attention, batting your lashes at her in that cute-but-playful way.

“What if we recreate that scene?”

She froze, eyes widening in surprise. That definitely got her attention. She looked at you in disbelief.

“Wait, what?” she coughed, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She shook her head with a teasing smile. “Babe. Calm down your horniness.”

“I’m serious,” you said flatly, sitting up as you grabbed your phone. You showed her a TikTok. “There’s a trend I wanna do.”

“Trend?” she repeated, confused. But when she watched the video, her mouth fell open.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said with a pleased smile. “What do you think?”

She blinked a few times, and suddenly the movie no longer mattered. A mischievous spark lit up in her eyes.

“Okay,” she said, pausing the movie. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Now you were sitting beside each other, shoulders touching. She was wearing her durag, something she looked ridiculously good in, and you set up the audio and camera.

You both closed your eyes, waiting for the first restaurant name.

“Taco Bell.”

It was the first one, but you both opened your eyes right away. Manon slowly glanced at you from the side, and the camera caught the moment she grabbed the back of your head and kissed you instantly.

You paused the TikTok right after.

When the sound resumed, the video cut to the aftermath: your hair messy, one sleeve falling off your shoulder, and Manon fixing her durag after you had pulled on it. She smiled smugly at the camera.

“Burger King.”

Manon opened her eyes, but yours stayed closed. She laughed a little, leaned back against the headboard, and shut her eyes again.

“McDonald’s.”

Both of you opened your eyes. She smirked even harder, and you shivered. She definitely wanted to wear you out so she grabbed your shoulders, pushed you down, and kissed you again.

“Wait! Pause the video!” you gasped as she nipped your ear. She pulled back reluctantly and paused it.

Round two ended with Manon laughing at how dazed you looked. Your hair was even messier now, and her bottom lip had a small cut from how hard you bit her.

Her durag was off too, her hair sticking out in places from your grip.

You still tried to keep going. You opened your eyes when “Chili’s” came up, but she didn’t. She’s never tried it.

"Subway."

Again, you both opened your eyes. She reached forward and stopped the recording herself.

“That’s enough content, yeah?” she said, clearly done with the interruptions and wanting to focus on you properly. That Twilight scene had definitely set her off.

The video ended right as she pulled you into another deep kiss, your tired arms falling around her neck.

manon’s blue hat: did this just prove who's the top in the relationship

katseyekonic: MANON GOTTA CALM HER THIRSTY ASS DOWN

katseye lovers group: manon in her durag tho 🤤

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

“You sure we won’t get in trouble for this?” Sophia asked, raising a brow and giving you a suspicious look. You shook your head and set your phone in front of you both.

“Yep. It’s about time everyone sees you’re not a saint,” you said with a shrug. Sophia looked at you through the camera and placed a hand on her chest dramatically.

“Excuse me?” she gasped, turning toward you. “I’m definitely more disciplined than you. We both know that.”

“Fine, fine,” you laughed, leaning closer to start the recording. “Let’s just do it.”

Honestly, you could barely hide your excitement. You mostly wanted this so she’d rail you later, and Sophia stared flatly into the camera as she adjusted her hair a little.

“Taco Bell.”

You opened your eyes instantly. But your smile dropped when she didn’t open hers.

'Damn. Okay then,' you thought, disappointed, closing your eyes again.

“Burger King.”

You opened your eyes, but Sophia kept hers shut. You were shocked and honestly offended that she still didn’t open them.

Even worse, she was smiling and trying not to laugh.

“Wow,” you huffed, crossing your arms and shutting your eyes again. “You don’t wanna do me. The audacity.”

She just chuckled. “I opened my eyes for McDonald’s. You didn’t.”

You regretted not opening yours, and disappointment hit you even harder as your shoulders dropped.

She finally gave you a chance when “Domino’s” was mentioned, and both your eyes opened at the same time.

Her eyes widened as she looked at you, then at the camera, breaking into a huge smile.

But when the video transitioned, the scene suddenly jumped from the living room to the bedroom.

Sophia’s glossy lipstick was now smudged, she was wrapped in a blanket, and she was definitely wearing less than she was earlier.

She turned the camera to show you fast asleep, snoring loudly with your back facing the camera, hickies and bite marks all over your skin.

Before ending the video, she flipped the camera back to herself to blow a kiss and wave sweetly, completely innocent-looking, before the video cut off.

sophia marry me: HELLO?? SOPHIA?? lalalaforteza: and the winner of the trend award goes to… so gnarly: leader setting a bad example for the first time 💀

DANIELA AVANZINI

This time, it was her idea to do the trend. She’d been on her phone most of the time, scrolling through TikTok and Reels, when she saw the trend pop up on her For You page.

“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble if we post something a little more…” you hesitated, trying to find the right word. Freaky.

“No. They won’t care. I’m an adult,” she said, brushing off your concern. “It’s gonna be fun. Trust me,” she added, a teasing smile on her lips.

Ever since she publicly revealed you were dating, the only content she posted were couple trends she made you do. That’s why fans were desperate to get their follow requests accepted, just to get more little Daniela moments. Clips even ended up on Twitter, YouTube Shorts, and Instagram Reels.

She positioned the camera so it captured both of you. You smiled faintly, already used to her trends.

The video started with both of you closing your eyes.

“Taco Bell.”

Even before the second restaurant was mentioned, you both opened your eyes at the same time.

She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera as it zoomed in slightly. Then she paused the video and grabbed your shirt, pulling you close.

You kissed her back, and she shifted so she could settle in your lap.

The video cut to the two of you sitting side by side again. The camera only showed your faces, but in reality, you were both in just your underwear.

Her messy bun was down now, letting her long, curly hair fall freely. Hickies covered both your bodies, and a bite mark was visible on the side of her neck.

You both managed to keep it together through three rounds when Taco Bell, McDonald’s, and Chili's were mentioned.

Then the next transition came, and at that point, neither of you cared about the trend anymore. You were already on top of Daniela, kissing and nipping her neck while she faced the camera, pouting her lips into a kiss and winking as the audio played.

Her hand ran through your hair, silently urging you to keep going. You weren’t planning to stop anytime soon. Especially when your girlfriend was just too hot to resist.

d4ni4evr: the hard launch is crazy daniela’s wife: my poor eyes had to witness this eat zucchini: the last part?? fuck you y/n. i SHOULD be the one getting that cookie

LARA RAJ

“Cracking every time we agree,” she read aloud from one of the TikTok videos doing the trend, making sure to emphasize that word.

Lara looked at you, raising an eyebrow to make sure you understood what she was thinking. “Which means more than once.”

“Uh, yeah?” you shrugged, acting like it was obvious. You gave her a sly smile. “So…can we do the trend?”

She stared at you for a moment, then glanced down at your thighs, then back up. A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Are you sure you can handle more of me, though?”

Before you knew it, you were both standing side by side on the kitchen counter, your phone set up on a stand.

She seemed entertained by your confidence, but inside, she was clearly planning to prove you wrong. For now, she just flashed a charming smile at the camera, tilting her head while both your eyes stayed closed.

For a while, you alternated. Sometimes you opened your eyes while she didn’t, sometimes she opened hers while you didn’t. Her smile slowly turned smaller, a little annoyed because she just wanted to get her hands on you.

Then “Domino’s” came up, and you both opened your eyes. Your confidence wavered as you saw her eyes light up with triumph.

You locked eyes, and she smirked.

The next clip jumped with a beat drop to your bedroom.

The lights were dim, the sheets messy, and you were passed out on your side, hair tousled, chest rising and falling with exhausted sleep.

Lara lay beside you under the blankets, her arm lazily draped over your waist. Her hair was slightly messy, strands falling over her forehead, and she looked at the camera with a smug, “I told you so” expression that would make anyone’s stomach flip.

She lifted her chin slightly, posing like she was on a magazine cover, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

Then she glanced at your sleeping form, smirk widening, and whispered to the camera, mouthing:

“Still couldn’t handle me.”

lara’s strap: y/n can't handle allat

lara's left sock: WHEN'S IT MY TURN 🫩

kkatseye: lara’s gf just living the dream ☹️

MEGAN SKIENDIEL

Your girlfriend wasn’t supposed to be on her phone. She had a schedule later, and the managers told her to take a nap. But instead, she was scrolling through TikTok, giggling at random edits of her members and sometimes at her own fancams.

That’s when you walked in and plopped down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you asked, pretending you weren’t already peeking.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, locking her phone even faster.

You knew “nothing” never meant nothing. Squinting suspiciously, you said, “…You’re hiding something.”

Megan avoided your gaze, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“No I’m not,” she said, smiling a little too sweetly to be convincing. That only made her seem more suspicious.

When you crossed your arms, she sighed dramatically and unlocked her phone, shoving it in your face.

“Okay, fine! I wanted to try this trend with you but you might find it cringe!” she groaned, covering her face. “I was practicing the timing in case the camera made me look stupid.”

You tried not to laugh. “Show me.”

She clicked one of the videos, the “cracking every time we agree” trend, and gave you a shy smile.

“So… wanna do it with me?”

With those hopeful, doe-like eyes, how could you say no? You nodded fondly, and her eyes lit up.

“Ooh, yay!” she squealed, a goofy, excited smile that made it hard not to laugh. She intertwined her fingers with yours for closure and positioned the camera so it showed both of you.

When she pressed record and the audio started, you sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed.

Megan fidgeted nervously, adjusting her shirt, smoothing her hair, and straightening the blanket behind her. If you were both going to crack each other, she thought that the bed had to at least look decent.

“Taco Bell.”

Both of you opened your eyes.

She looked at you, you looked at her. Her lips parted slightly, cheeks warming at the quick reaction.

Then she slowly smirked, the same confident grin she uses on stage before a big moment. She lifted her hand to cup your cheek.

“Come here,” she teased, kissing you softly at first, testing the water, then deeper as you melted into her.

She hurried to pause the video, but the phone slipped screen-first onto the hard table. Panicking, she grabbed it back.

“Shit- wait- okay- pause-”

The next clip started.

Your hair was messy, your shirt crooked. Megan’s hair was tousled, lips glossy, cheeks flushed. She giggled shyly at the camera, hiding half her face behind her sleeve.

“Burger King.”

Megan opened her eyes. You didn’t.

Her jaw dropped in mock offense. Though the viewers wouldn’t hear it, she muttered, “Impossible. They literally have the best burgers.”

You just grinned, keeping your eyes closed. She leaned back with a fake betrayed look.

“McDonald’s.”

Megan’s eyes shot open, the camera picking up the jingling of her hoodie zipper. She stared at you, surprised she actually opened them…

Then her face broke into a slow, chaotic grin.

“…Oh, bet.”

The next transition was bolder. You were sprawled on Megan’s chest, breathing uneven, hair wild. Her shirt had slipped off one shoulder, collarbone marked lightly with fresh lipstick smudges.

Megan stared at the camera, dazed and stunned, clearly having lost control.

The audio kept playing, but it didn’t matter. She had already taken charge before round three could even begin.

She flashed a peace sign, cheeks pink but proud. Before the video ended, she briefly showed you out cold, then pressed the phone close to her lips, mouthing:

“Anyway… stream Katseye!”

megan’s pink hair strands: MEGAN BEHAVEEEE

y/n’s number one fan: y/n passed out like she got eliminated mid-round 😭

pookie bear lover: THIS IS NOT THE CONTENT WE EXPECTED BUT WE’LL TAKE IT

warnings: none; fluff

pairings: manon bannerman x celebrity!female!reader

summary: manon keeps making it obvious that the two of you are together, even though she's not supposed to.

↝ feelin' like dylan in the dunphy house after him and haley broke up every time i see her pictures

the live started usually, with all six members (plus you) crammed onto some random couch, waving at a camera with smiles on their faces.

manon was wedged between sophia and yoonchae, purposely separated from you, for good reason too, with a smile already on her face. "first question," sophia read out, attempting to maintain order.

"they're asking if we have any celebrity crushes." manon's eyes immediately lit up, her voice dropping slightly.

"i don't know about crushes, but i do have someone i admire a lot." various names had begun to appear, some even being the names of her friends. "not a guy," manon clarified.

"she's got this incredible voice, and she's the most talented person i've ever met." manon made eye contact with you, jokingly drawing a heart with her fingers, blowing a kiss your way before mouthing 'you'. you turned away, laughing immediately.

sophia shot her a warning look, but manon just shrugged, completely unbothered. "what? i can't appreciate talent when i see it? i think the talent likes it when i talk about her."

when lara asked about your new album, manon's hand, which had been resting in her lap, slid into frame, 'accidentally', showing off a silver ring on her pinky finger that had perfectly matched the one you were currently wearing.

"we're all listening to y/n's new album preview," lara said. "it's fucking amazing."

"yea, uhh, the songs are very special to me." you chuckled, shaking your head as you glanced towards manon.

awkward by nature you were.

manon's smirk widened. "special how? like inna 'stayed up all night writing' special or 'inspired by certain acts' special?" you couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to avoid her flirty gaze.

"you're terrible, meret," you said, shaking your head.

"only for you," she replied.

the fans thought she was joking, given how she had put on the same flirty front before with lara. only if they knew how dead serious she was.

your phone buzzed. it was manon, she had just posted a new story. you opened it to find a mirror selfie with her in only a bra and shorts. her abs on display, distracting of course, but what showed behind her was you. asleep in the bed behind her wearing the exact hoodie you had on now, your face barely visible but your hair and familiar ring unmistakable.

you groaned, running a hand through your hair. and as if on cue, comments started to flood in again. you groaned, running a hand through your hair.

y/n_is_mother: is y/n wearing her hoodie????

manonstan: ITS THE SAME FROM HER STORY

kats_fever: fuck she just ran her hand through her hair😫IS THAT A HICKEY ON HEr NECK???

manon gasped, pointing to herself mouthing 'it was me," while the others looked away. you touched your neck, forgetting about the mark.

your eyes skimmed the comments, most of them talking about the same thing.

"i don't have a hickey." you deflected. "i know i don't have one." you laughed. "y'know how i know?" you said brushing them off. "cause i have nobody," you joked. "no admirers. no people waiting in line," you sighed jokingly. "i'm alone." you stated finally, staring off dramatically.

it worked for about ten minutes. some believing your joking state.

"i'll wait in line for you." manon joke, voice low and sensual, looking at you while she batted her eyelashes.

"that's a long line. you'd have to compete with all of her fans." lara joked. sophia rested her palm on her forehead. daniela hid her face behind a pillow, while you laughed.

"y'know," you said, leaning over the girls and closer to manon, "for a group that's supposed to be media trained, some of you are terrible at it."

manon's eyes widened in offense. "who, me? imma natural."

"natural disater," you shot back, grinning. "pretty sure, 'don't leak unreleased music and then hint at giving your friend a hickey on live' was on day one of the training." the others groaned but manon just laughed.

"well, i find it restrictive," she said, winking. "besides, where's the fun in that."

"maybe, keeping a job and a friend?" you shook your head, still smiling.

"mm, but you love it," she replied, her voice softening.

"oh my god." daniela said laughing in the back.

𝄞  paring manon bannerman x nepo baby streamer!reader ♱ swearing, exposed relationship, rich loser reader, stream format

࿇ next stream!

─── ❝I’m not spoiled!❞ 💬 mp3#1 manon and her nepo baby girlfriend get exposed… and it’s kinda the nepo baby’s fault

yn leaned back in her chair, nudging her chrome hearts glasses up the bridge of her nose as chat immediately jumped her. her brows knit together in mock offense. “all I did was sigh. one sigh. you guys act like I threw a tantrum.”

user: you know exactly what you did

user: sighing because you couldn’t buy a different colour of a bag you already have is crazy work 😭

user: spoiled and bitchless pick a struggle

user: can we see your jeans!!

yn let out a small laugh, shoulders shaking as she glanced at the chat flying by. then she straightened, locking back in with a deadpan expression and a scoff. “I’m not bitch-” she cut herself off, clearing her throat a little too loudly before waving a hand like nothing happened. her eyes flicked back to the screen. “anyway. yes. I’ll show you.”

she pushed her chair back and stood, angling the camera down. “because these jeans are actually insane,” she added, a grin tugging at her lips. “like, fucking cool. I don’t wanna hear anything from you people.”

“my dad got these custom made for me,” yn said as she stood up, lifting her baggy shirt just enough to show the jeans and the edge of her luxury boxers. “look,” she added, tapping the waistband. “peep the initial. and they’re supposed to fit baggy.”

she tugged the waist down a little, showing how low they could sit, accidentally revealing a tattoo that dipped a bit too far down. “you can wear them kinda low rise too,” she said casually.

user: ain’t nobody looking at that dog bruh 😭

user: imagine having jeans your dad got costume made for you

user: that tattoo looks awfully like manon’s…

user: you guys need to stop with the manon shit

user: I work at a restaurant in la and I swear I saw yn and manon together

yn leaned down toward the monitor, squinting as the chat sped by. the moment she caught a certain name, she let out a nervous little laugh. “okay, sorry, chat,” she said, half grinning as she quickly tugged her jeans back up, covering the tattoo. “I lowkey just flashed you.”

she dropped back into her chair with a soft thump. “let me sit my ass down before I get myself clipped.”

user: don’t be sorry we liked the view

user: she’s def matching with manon

user: they don’t even follow each other guys cut it out

user: already clipped

user: do you still change your home screen layout every month?

“oh my gosh, yes,” yn said, immediately lighting up as she reached for her phone. “I do. let me show you guys.”

she leaned back in her chair to grab it, then held it up to the camera. “okay, first of all, appreciate the domo case,” she added, turning it slightly like it deserved its own moment.

“and this is my lock screen,” she continued, waking the phone. “it’s weezer, guys. stay with me.” she laughed softly before swiping. “okay, wait, let me show you my new home screen.”

the lock screen fit her aesthetic perfectly, wii themed, clean and playful. “cool, right?” she said, swiping through the layouts to show the different pages.

then her thumb moved once more.

at the top of the screen sat a photo widget.

a picture of a certain katseye member, hand cupping yn’s face, lips pressed to her cheek.

user: UMMMM

user: wait scroll back

user: GUYS I CLIPPED IT

user: I TOLD YALL

user: okay so they’re gfs

yn put her phone down immediately, dragging both hands down her face like she could physically rewind the last thirty seconds. “shut up,” she muttered, then looked back at the camera, flustered. “you guys didn’t see anything. like… what are you even talking about?”

user: babe we saw plenty

user: imagine exposing your own relationship

user: at least she beat the bitchless allegations

she let out a breathy laugh that sounded way too guilty, shaking her head. “yeah, okay. I’m just gonna” yn reached toward her keyboard, still smiling despite herself. “I’m cutting the stream early.”

user: she didn’t even say love you like she usually does 😭

user: BAE COME BACK

user: twitter is already crazy

WEVERSE DMS 💬

peanutbutterlover02 yooooo

♱ Made You Love Me — Chapter three.

>> After your grandparents passed, your parents dumped their old, rotting manor on you with zero help. “You’re broke, so deal with it,” they said. Reluctantly, you move into the isolated, creepy estate alone, expecting dust, leaks, and maybe some rats.

pair ; ghostbride!manon bannerman / g!p!reader

tags ; penetration. murder act. blood. soft sex.

-> ‘MYLM’ masterlist.

Synopsis: You unboxed their Beautiful Chaos album, yet pulled everyone’s photocard except your girlfriend. What follows is pure dramatic whining, pouty threats, and jealous rants, while you remain shamelessly unbothered, teasing her relentlessly until love wins over the cardboard betrayal.

Pairing: KATSEYE X FEM! READER.

- Megan

- Yoonchae

- Lara

- Daniela

- Manon

- Sophia