I KNOW WE'RE COOL ✓ katseye ot6
context. scenarios where you dodge your girlfriend's kisses as a small prank and things either go south or backfire on you.
contents. fem!reader, kissing, mild mature content, swearing, puppy eyes katseye, fluff and angst
anon's ask. hello!! i recently came across your page a few days ago and really enjoyed your work. i was wondering if you’d ever be down to make like ot6 x fem!reader? (or ot5 if you’re not comfortable writing for yoonchae) like a oneshot about how each member would react if their gf did that one tiktok trend of “dodging/wiping my gf’s kisses”?? p.s. keep up the good work babes you’re amazing
track. cool - gwen stefani
YOONCHAE JEUNG
this was a typical, normal date night. you and yoonchae were cuddled up, watching a random action movie on the couch. she had an arm around you, with you cuddled into her side.
as you two watched, yoonchae would occasionally lean down to try to place kisses on your cheek or forehead, only for you to turn your head away, making the girl pout and playfully whine.
yoonchae whined again when you turned away from her yet again, this time playfully nudging your shoulder. "stop doing that" she muttered, a slight pout on her face. you couldn't help but find it endearing, but you kept the act going, playfully dodging her kisses.
she let out a dramatic sigh, before suddenly pulling you into her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist. "you're being mean to me." she said, whining with a huff.
"너 화났을 때 귀여워 (you're cute when you're mad) ," you mumbled in her mother tongue as you massaged her head with your hands, tilting her head to look up at you.
yoonchae let out a soft sigh as you began massaging her head, melting into your touch. she leaned her head up to look at you, a small pout still on her lips. at your comment, her soft expression quickly changed into an annoyed one.
she lightly smacked your side, the gesture lacking any real strength behind it. "shut up." she mumbled, trying to be mad yet failing miserably.
yoonchae suddenly sat up straight, eyes narrowing playfully as she grabbed both sides of your face with her hands—her grip firm but gentle. "아름다운, (beautiful)" her voice dropped a volume level as she pinned you with that adoring stare of hers.
before you could react, she crashed her lips against yours in a searing kiss, pulling back just enough to mutter against your mouth: "now try dodging that." a smug smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she watched your flustered reaction, her thumb brushing your cheekbone with infuriating nonchalance.
before you could react, yoonchae began tickling the sides of your stomach which ripped a series of laugh out your throat. trying to get off of her lap while pushing her with your hands, flailing your limbs around like a fish out of water.
yoonchae let out a triumphant little cackle—her fingers digging mercilessly into your sides as you writhed in her lap, her thighs trapping you in place. "어디 가~ (where are you going?) " she sing-songed in korean, her smirk widening at your helpless laughter.
your squirming only made her tighten her grip, one arm looping around your waist to keep you from escaping while her other hand danced across your ribs. "shouldn’t have dodged me," she taunted, breathless from laughing herself as you nearly elbowed her in the face. "now you’re—wheeze—STUCK."
the second you managed to wiggle halfway off the couch, she hooked a leg around yours and flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand—still tickling with the other. "say sorry," she demanded, eyes glittering with mischief as her messy hair curtained both your faces.
"baby," you yelped still trying to get out of your girlfriend's grip, "i'm sorry! i'm sorry! stop stop stop!"
yoonchae finally relented, releasing your wrists—but instead of letting you go completely, she collapsed onto you with a satisfied groan, her full weight pressing you into the couch. "mmm… better," she mumbled, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck like a cat claiming its spot.
after a beat, she lifted her head just enough to peer down at you, eyes half-lidded and smug. "…you gonna dodge me again?" her voice was low, teasing, as she brushed her nose against yours—daring you.
you rolled your eyes before sealing a kiss on her lips and wrapping your arms around her, pulling away sighing peacefully as your closed your eyes. yoonchae's warmth and presence bringing you the sense of comfort you'd be yearning for.
MEGAN SKIENDIEL
you mindlessly chew on your pineapple, scrolling through your phone as megan walks out of the bedroom after her zoom meeting, stretching her limbs until her spine pops audibly.
as her tired eyes land on your perched form on the counter, she saunters over, standing in front of you with a lazy smile on her face. you look up as megan steps in between your legs, but quickly look back down at your phone again, pretending to focus on something extremely interesting.
her brow quirks up, but she doesn't say anything yet—just leans in closer, one hand resting on your thigh as she tilts her head to catch a peek at your screen.
"whatcha lookin' at?" she murmurs, voice still soft from the post-meeting daze.
before you can respond, she ducks in to kiss you—a slow, sweet peck—but you tilt your head away at the last second.
the kiss lands on air.
she freezes.
slowly—so slowly—she pulls back and looks at you with narrowed eyes. not angry… yet. amused? confused? dangerously intrigued.
"oh," she says flatly. "…really?"
you glance back down at your phone like nothing happened.
bad move.
megan's tired brain couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. she's just came back from a stressful and draining meeting, and all she wanted was to be greeted with your smile and affection—and instead, you'd just dodged her kiss.
her hand that was resting on your thigh tenses up, fingers digging into your skin like talons.
"seriously?"
her voice is low, rough with a hint of frustration. there's a coldness to her usually sweet tone.
her fingers tighten just enough to make you flinch—not painful, but firm. she exhales sharply through her nose, shoulders stiffening.
"so that’s how it is today?" she mutters, voice dangerously quiet. she pulls her hand back like your skin burned her. "after two hours of getting shit from management, i get this?"
her jaw clenches.
"fine. fine."
she turns on her heel and stalks toward the bedroom—but not before grabbing your pineapple container off the counter and chucking it into the sink with a loud clatter against other dishes.
"enjoy your fucking fruit."
the bedroom door slams.
yikes.
in a split second your playful demeanor was shut off by a deep, painful pang in your heart. looking at the sink. pineapple bits that now splattered slightly on the counter. cursing under your breath.
pulling at megan's hoodie that you were wearing at the neckline, slowly walking over to the bedroom door. picking your hair up in a claw clip as if it would ease any tension in your body.
you're met with complete and utter silence on the other side of the door. it's almost eerie, considering the girl you had been teasing moments ago was usually boisterous and cheerful like a golden retriever.
you know for a fact megan is in there. sulking. her back most likely turned to the door, eyes fixed on the wall because of her stubborn ass.
you can practically feel the coldness radiating from her entire being, and it makes your heart ache.
you open the door...
she's sitting on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped forward, both hands digging into her hair. the exhaustion in her body language is almost palpable. you can't see her face, but you know she's feeling upset.
at the sound of the door creaking open, she tenses.
"what?"
her tone is sharp, bitter. she's not even looking in your direction.
"baby i'm sorry," you spoke, your voice scared and low, "i was only trying to joke around." grabbing your arm and playing with the thick sleeve, feeling your throat tighten already.
looking around the room to try and race away the tears in your eyes.
megan finally lifts her head at the sound of your voice—and immediately freezes when she sees you clutching her hoodie sleeves like armor, eyes glassy.
a sharp inhale.
then she deflates entirely, shoulders dropping as she reaches out—palm up—toward you.
"…come here," she murmurs, voice cracking.
the second you're close enough, her hands find yours—squeezing tight.
"i'm sorry," she rasps, pressing her forehead to your joined hands. "i didn't mean to—fuck—i shouldn't have thrown shit. i'm just…"
she exhales shakily.
"…really tired."
her thumbs rub circles over your knuckles—an apology, a plea.
"it's not your fault," you cracked as you reached at megan's head that was leaning against your chest.
she looked defeated.
you clutched at her head with a mixture of forgiveness and trying to provide her a place of comfort. "i got you baby."
her shoulders sag as you hold her head to your chest, the tension in her body slowly beginning to melt away.
her voice is faint against the sound of your heartbeat when she speaks, still clutching your hands tightly—like she's afraid you're gonna bolt.
"i snapped at you," she mumbles. "…i didn't mean to yell. it was shitty of me."
you immediately shook your head in protest. "stop," you mumbled. pleaded. clutching her tighter as you felt her body beginning to tense in her chest area.
her body loosens at your touch—at your plea—and she exhales shakily, pressing her forehead harder against your chest like she’s trying to disappear into you.
“…okay,” she whispers after a moment, voice thick.
her arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against her—tight, like she’s afraid to let go.
"…stay?"
one word—small, tentative—but it carries everything.
(your answer is already written in the way your fingers thread through her hair.)
you leaned down and pressed your lips softly against megan's. her eyes flutter shut at the press of your lips, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
tasting salt against your tongue which caused you to pull away.
alerted.
megan's doe eyes, watery and red.
you can see the sheen of unshed tears clinging to her dark lashes.
without saying anything, she drags you into her lap—a quiet plea. she hugs you fiercely, tucking her head against your shoulder, and your heart aches at the feeling of wetness on your shirt—silent tears, shoulders shaking.
"i'm so tired," she whispers.
"i got you baby," you mumbled into the crown of megan's head, "i'm not leaving baby."
her arms tighten around you at your words, fingers clutching at the back of your shirt like a lifeline.
she presses her face to your chest, inhaling deeply—like you're her only anchor—as her tears soak through the fabric. "you promise?"
her voice is small and shaky, almost scared. desperate.
you interlaced your pinky with hers as you kissed her forehead softly and longingly, closing your eyes as you felt your heart tighten for the girl in your arms.
her breath hitches at the pinky promise—so small, so you—and she squeezes it like she’s holding onto something sacred.
“…okay,” she whispers, voice trembling but softer now. “i’m sorry i got mad over a kiss.”
you feel her press her cheek to your chest again, nuzzling into you like a cat seeking warmth.
“i just… really needed that kiss.”
"i know my love," you whisper against her skin, "i'm sorry. i'll never do it again."
"don't promise that," she murmurs, finally lifting her head to look at you. her eyes are red, puffy—but there's a softness in them now. love. exhaustion. you.
"i don’t want you to stop being playful… i just… i need to know you’re there. even when i’m tired. even when i’m like this."
she reaches up, thumb brushing your bottom lip—then leans in and finally, gently, kisses you.
soft. slow. forgiving.
"just don’t let me feel alone," she whispers against your lips. "ever."
and after that, the two of you filled the evening with soft, passionate love. all forgiving and tender. just the two of you.
LARA RAJ
you're currently in your parents backyard with your family watching some romcom with lara right beside you. all your little cousins are sprawled on the lawn on their makeshift blanket beds, tossing popcorn at one another teasingly.
everyone fixated on the projector screen. especially you. previously dodging a kiss from your girlfriend.
lara raises an eyebrow as you dodge her attempt to sneak a kiss during the movie, her smirk turning into a playful glare. she leans in closer, voice a teasing whisper.
"oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?" she shifts so her face is inches from yours, eyes glinting with mischief. "you really think you can just dodge me and get away with it?" her hand slides behind your neck, fingers lightly tracing your hairline—a silent threat.
then, without warning, she suddenly pulls back, pretending to be completely absorbed in the movie. "guess i’ll just focus on the film then. totally fine. not bothered at all." she crosses her arms, chin lifted—but you catch the way her leg bounces impatiently, the way she keeps stealing glances at you when she thinks you aren’t looking.
meanwhile, one of your little cousins tugs your sleeve. "what happened to lara?" they whisper loudly.
lara’s cheeks flush pink, but she just scoffs, leaning toward them conspiratorially. "because someone"—she shoots you a look—"is being a terrible girlfriend."
her lips twitch into a smirk as she finally turns back to you, voice dropping low. "you’ve got five seconds to fix this before i start making way more of a scene." her fingers tap your knee—counting down.
"ice cream break!" you shout out to the kids and teens, finding a way to take this business inside the house instead of outside in front of the whole family.
lara’s smirk widens as you jump up, her fingers hooking into the back of your hoodie before you can fully escape. “oh no, no, no—you don’t get to ice cream your way out of this one,” she purrs, tugging you back toward her.
but the second you yell ice cream break, the entire backyard erupts into chaos—kids scrambling off blankets, cousins nearly knocking over the projector stand in their sugar-fueled frenzy. lara’s grip falters as she’s nearly trampled by a stampede of small, excited humans, and she lets out an exasperated laugh, watching them barrel past.
she leans in close, lips brushing your ear—her voice a teasing threat. “you think you’re slick?” a slow grin. “fine. but when we get inside… you’re mine.”
then, with exaggerated drama, you flip her hood up and stalks toward the house, calling over your shoulder
“better run fast, raj.”
you make your way into the kitchen, serving some of the kids their ice cream.
lara quirks a brow as she watches you dart into the kitchen, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and annoyance—and a touch of affection.
getting overstimulated with their yelling and passing the torch to one of the older teens to be the ice cream parlor for the night.
as you slip up the stairs, she smirks, slipping off her hood and waiting for a moment before following you, just to build the suspense.
sneaking off to the stairs to freshen up before running right into lara. looking up at her with a sly smile.
"come here often?"
when you nearly run straight into her, lara leans against the banister, arms crossed, gaze lazy yet intense. she takes a moment just to savor this, the way you look up at her with that smug little smile… before she pounces.
she grins as she pulls back just enough to see the flush creeping across your cheeks—the way your eyes darken, pupils widening with anticipation—and her thumb brushes your bottom lip, her gaze fixed on your mouth.
"now that's a look i could get used to." she leans in, her lips grazing your ear—softly at first. then sharper, her voice low and filled with a promise, "so. are you going to be a good girlfriend and make this up to me?"
her fingers slip beneath the edge of your shirt again, skimming your bare stomach.
you're about to respond before your uncle clears his throat at the top of the steps.
your face flushing all over.
"just needed to use the bathroom," your uncle spoke with amusement as he passed between the two of you before turning around to face you, "make me proud!"
you groaned at his antics and nudged him to leave.
lara barely contains her smirk, amused by your uncle's timing and your mortified expression. but as soon as he's gone, her gaze returns to you, and she steps even closer, effectively blocking your only escape route. she braces her arms on either side of you, trapping you against the wall. her eyes flicker over your face.
"you know," she drawls, tracing a light pattern on your hip with her thumb, "you're cute when you're embarrassed."
she leans in, her lips just brushing your neck, breath hot against your skin.
"just take me to the bedroom already," you whispered with a smile as you made sure to check for a clear coast.
lara's grin widens at your words, her grip on your waist tightening.
"as you wish."
she takes your hand and pulls you down the hallway, leading you through the house with a confident stride. the door to your room swings open, and she backs you inside, shutting it behind her. she pushes you gently backwards until your legs hit the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on you.
"lie down," she instructs, her voice dripping with just enough authority to make you shiver.
and so you do.
kicking off your uggs as you layed down, your hair sprawled beneath you like a crown. leaning against your elbows as you spread your legs as an invitation for lara.
lara stands at the foot of the bed, taking in the picture you make, sprawled out like a goddess beneath her. she bites her lip to hold back a smirk, her gaze traveling over the long line of your legs, the way your hair frames your face, the bare skin you've exposed with your shirt riding up. the room is steeped in silence, heavy with tension.
then, slowly, she moves to kneel between your legs, one hand braced on either side of you, until she's hovering over you—so close you can feel the heat radiating from her body.
you grab her face in one quick movement, letting your lips ghost hers for a split second before you traced your tongue on her plump lips. letting your muscle ease into her warmth mouth.
lara lets out a low moan against your mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as your tongue slips past her lips. her hands move to your hips, fingers tracing light patterns along the edge of your shirt, her touch like a hot brand against your skin.
she returns the kiss with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with yours as she pushes you backwards, pinning you to the bed fully. she shifts so her body is flush against yours, trapping you beneath her—one knee sliding between your thighs.
thankfully it was getting pretty late and the movie in the backyard was barely starting and loud enough to drown out any lewd sounds that night.
DANIELA AVANZINI
as the two of you were strolling around erewhon, picking various foods to stock up your apartment with, daniela glanced over at you, eyebrow raised as a playful smirk pulled at her lips.
she couldn't help but notice how distracted you were, eyes often darting around and barely noticing the fact she kept trying to catch your attention.
"hey babe," she called out, waving a hand in front of your face. "earth to y/n? anybody in there?"
you snap out of your daze, blinking rapidly before turning to face daniela with an innocent smile. "hmm? sorry, baby, just thinking about what we should get for dinner tomorrow. you were saying?"
daniela steps closer, lips puckered in a teasing kiss-demand, clearly expecting you to indulge her. but something mischievous sparks in your brain—just for fun, you quickly lean back with exaggerated avoidance, pretending to inspect a jar of organic almond butter instead.
daniela's face falls instantly. her eyebrows shoot up, mouth slightly open in shock.
"…did you just dodge me?" her voice is dangerously calm.
you bite your lip to suppress a laugh, continuing your terrible acting. "dodge? never. just uh…really passionate about nut butters all of a sudden?"
daniela crosses her arms, eyes narrowing. "ohhh, so that's how it is?" without warning, she lunges forward—but instead of going for your lips, she grabs your waist and tickles your sides with skilled fingers.
you shriek-laugh, scrambling backward into a display of chia puddings. "okay, okay! truce! i surrender!"
too late. daniela's already advancing, a wicked grin on her face. "you started this, cariño. "
you yelp as her cold fingers hit your warm skin, flailing dramatically before finally crashing into her chest in a faux-desperate hug. "i'm sorry!"
daniela finally cracks, dissolving into giggles as she wraps her arms around you. "you're lucky you're cute," she murmurs before finally pressing a kiss to your forehead. "now help me clean up this chia pudding display before we get banned from erewhon forever."
you groan, cheeks burning. "…worth it."
bending down to collect the cups of chia pudding but being met with a innocent slap on your ass which made you yelp.
"daniela!"
scolding her like a spanish mother and hovering a hand above her arm as if you were going to slap her playfully.
daniela’s eyes widen dramatically, clutching her chest like she’s been wounded. “ay, qué grosera! did you just threaten me?!” she gasps, already backing up a step but grinning like the devil.
you advance, wagging a finger at her like an abuela. “sí, porque tú empezaste! you can’t just spank me in the middle of erewhon—do you want us to get kicked out?!”
she bites her lip to stifle a laugh, eyes flicking around to see if anyone’s watching before leaning in close. “lo siento, mi amor…” she whispers, voice dripping with fake remorse—before suddenly darting forward and pressing a quick, loud kiss right on your cheek, making an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound. “pero vale la pena.”
your face burns bright red as an employee rounds the corner, giving you a suspicious look. daniela immediately straightens up, clasping her hands behind her back like the picture of innocence.
you glare at her, whispering furiously “te odio.”
she beams. “no, no me odias.” leaning into your neck with a puppy like manner and softly placing her lips.
you groan, throwing a chia pudding cup into the basket with more force than necessary. “…no. no te odio.”
daniela links her arm through yours, victorious. “exactamente. now let’s get out of here before security actually comes.”
SOPHIA LAFORTEZA
sophia and you were currently at a afterparty for coachella. the music was thumping as she danced behind you with a skilled swing of her hips on your waist.
closer by nine inch nails pulsing through the speakers and feeding your body. sophia's arms around your waist as she guided you to the tempo.
at this point in time, everyone present in the afterparty were either completely shrouded with alcohol or substances.
sophia leaned down, her hot breath tickling against your neck as she began placing kisses on the skin there. her hands roamed underneath your cropped halter top, feeling the smooth flesh of your stomach under her fingertips. she pulled you even more closely against her body, her lips hovering over your ear.
"you look so beautiful right now. you're distracting me." she murmured softly, her words slightly slurred by the alcohol.
you chuckled and turned around in her arms, meeting her dark brown eyes. her gaze was half-lidded, clouded by the alcohol in her system. you smirked as you noticed the slight redness in her cheeks, a clear sign of her intoxication. you decided to tease her a bit, pretending to dodge her kisses.
"oh? am i now?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in faux innocence.
sophia pouted as you dodged her kisses, a playful glint in her eyes. she grabbed onto your hips, pulling you even closer as she pressed her body lightly against yours.
"come on now," she whined, her lips grazing against your jawline. "you know what you're doing to me."
her hands roamed further underneath your crop top, her touch leaving a trail of fire on your bare skin. her breath was hot against your skin, her grip on you possessive and needy.
smiling as you swayed your hips and slowly lowered yourself to the rhythm of the song, your smile directly lined with sophia's low waisted pants.
looking up at her before returning back up to wrap your arms around her neck and dance against her body.
sophia’s breath hitched as you dipped down, her fingers twitching at her sides before she grabbed your waist to pull you back up—only for you to tease her again, swaying just out of reach before finally wrapping your arms around her neck.
"you’re so lucky i’m drunk and in love with you," she laughed breathlessly, voice thick with amusement and desire. she yanked you flush against her, one hand tangling in your hair as she finally captured your lips—deep, slow, and possessive.
the music blurred into the background as she murmured against your mouth, "you're gorgeous."
"mmm." you hummed against sophia's lips as you two still moved your hips against one another. lips moving slowly against each other.
feeling her cup your ass with one hand. the grip had a territorial intent behind. like if anyone was watching the two of you then they'd know you were hers.
sophia deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease against yours. she relished in the feeling of your body pressed against hers, the taste of your lips and the alcohol on your tongue. her grip tightened on your hips, possessive and almost primal, as if daring anyone to try and touch what was hers.
she broke the kiss, pulling away slightly to nibble at your earlobe, her voice low and seductive in your ear.
"mine."
MANON BANNERMAN
manon and you are at a dinner with the rest of the katseye members, all sat in a round table as everyone browsed the menu. the girls had gotten back into la after a long press tour in the uk, deciding to end off on a good note with an expensive, intimate dinner in the city.
manon had a small pout on her lips all throughout the night, her hands placed on her lap as the others happily chattered away. she had tried to lean in and kiss on you a few times, but each time you dodged her lips, much to her disappointment.
it didn't really help that you didn't explain why you were just dodging her every move..
at this point, manon was growing pretty impatient, clearly annoyed. she glanced over at you every few seconds, pouting a little more each time. she was almost certain that you were doing it on purpose.
after a few more failed attempts of her trying to kiss you, she finally broke and spoke to you quietly so the others couldn't hear.
"why won't you kiss me..?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
you turned your head to manon and noticed her pouty expression. your heart immediately warming all over at her manon's puppy eyes, bringing your hand up to her face and letting your nails softly ghost her skin.
manon's expression softened as you touched her face, her own hand immediately moving to hold yours against her face. she leaned into your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shut her eyes for a moment, savoring the affectionate touch. her previous annoyance faded away like it was nothing, a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile replacing the pout on her lips.
"babe.. you've been dodging my kisses all night." she muttered, opening her eyes, a hint of slight desperation in them.
"i know my love i'm sorry," you cooed quietly as you trailed the back of your hand against her cheek gently, "i was only messing around."
her cheeks heated up a little as you traced your hand against her cheek, your gentle touch and soft tone causing her annoyance to completely fade away. she leaned more into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers.
"you're mean.." she mumbled, pouting ever so slightly. despite the pout, there was no actual anger behind her words. she was just a little needy.
you smiled softly at her and kissed her lips gently before taking your hand off her cheek and fixing her backwards cap.
sitting forward again.
letting your nails trace softly up and down her neck as you took a sip of your martini.
manon's initial pouting faded away as you kissed her, her heart fluttering at the simple, almost chaste kiss. she couldn't help but smile gently, a warm, almost comfortable feeling spreading through her chest. your nails tracing against her neck also sent pleasant tingles through her skin, causing her to unconsciously shiver at the gentle touch.
as you faced your menu, she leaned her head against your shoulder, letting out a content sigh as she enjoyed your close proximity, her hand moving to hold one of your hands.
the others were still chatting, seemingly oblivious to the small moment between you and manon. however, some of them discreetly glanced over at you two, noticing the small gestures and the subtle affection. they exchanged knowing smiles and quiet whispers, clearly amused by the way manon clung to you like a koala.
manon, on the other hand, was oblivious to their stares, her focus solely on you. she laced her fingers through yours, gently rubbing her thumb against your skin, a soft hum escaping her lips.
"what are you thinking of getting baby," you softly asked as you kissed manon's temple, still tracing your nails on her skin to create a path of warmth.
manon hummed gently as you kissed her head, closing her eyes and relishing in the feeling. she leaned even closer to you, practically melting into your side, clearly enjoying the affection you were giving her. your nails tracing on her skin also made her shiver a little, a small sigh leaving her lips as she answered your question.
"hmm…i'm not really sure. maybe the seared salmon?" she murmured quietly, tilting her head to look up at you.
"perfect," you smiled as you gave her one last kiss on the forehead before peeling her off softly and fishing a handheld mirror out your purse.
"ugh," you groaned as you looked a the tracing of your lips, "does anyone have lip liner?"
manon let out a tiny whine as you peeled her off, but quickly perked up when she saw you checking your lipstick in the mirror. she giggled softly at your groan, shaking her head when you asked for lip liner.
"babe, you know i don't carry makeup." she teased, grinning playfully at you before glancing around the table. "but i bet one of the girls has some."
she nudged sophia beside her, who rolled her eyes but immediately dug into her clutch, pulling out a slim lip liner.
"here," sophia said, handing it over with a smirk. "but please try not to smudge it this time." she shot manon a knowing look, as if to say, "keep your hands to yourself."
manon just grinned, completely unbothered, resting her chin on your shoulder while she watched you fix your lipstick.