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;
there’s two things you know for sure about your best friend dani! one: she’s completely straight. two? one drink in and she’s more eager to eat you out than any of your exes. “it’s okay, we’re just friends, and i’m drunk! so it’s not like we’re lesbians or something.”
dani loves morning sex, grinding her own wet pussy against yours, feel you close, kiss your lips… but when you’re both still so drowsy and lazy to move, nothing’s better that the toy dani bought < 3! “you’re so wet baby… you were dreaming about me too? i was dreaming about you.”
“just the tip, i promise. c’mon, baby, please, don’t you love me, hm? don’t you wanna make me happy? just the tip, it won’t even hurt…” g!p dani can be so, so convincing sometimes.
MEGAN;
mei loveeees to suck on your tits and tease you with her tongue < \ 3 “hmmm, you like that, baby? i bet you’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you?”
when you first suggested the strap, you thought megan would be the hesitating one… you were totally surprised when she got so into it that she even made you suck on it like a real dick, but you were not complaining tho. “this is so fucking hot… fuck, you like sucking my cock?”
g!p megan easily gets all needy and hard mid day, so you always have to help her release that energy… good thing she doesn’t last long as soon as she sees your tongue out, eager for her load. “thanks babe… you’re such a good girlfriend, can we cuddle now?”
SOPHIA;
doesn’t matter how long or tiring her day may be, sophia always makes sure to take good care of her good girl before bed < 3! “my pretty baby is needy hm? let me take care of you.”
sophi can eat you out and spank your ass red for hours after watching you misbehave . “stay still for me, hm? just stay still and let me taste that sweet pussy.”
“oh baby, you need to cum so bad, don’t you? its okay, baby, use my cock, make yourself feel good for me, my little slut” g!p sophia doesn’t mind being your toy sometimes… after all you’re always hers >.<
LARA.
lara lovessss to record videos of you bouncing on her strap, the two things she likes to show off ; her hot, slutty girlfriend and her tattoos < 3 “yeah, keep bouncing on it, so eager for my strap… little slut.”
sometimes, g!p lara doesn’t punish your bad behavior by spanking you or edging you… sometimes she just makes you stroke her cock endlessly, dripping wet to have it in you. something she never allows, of course. “just one hand… you’re lucky i’m even letting you touch it, don’t be greedy.”
“great view, isn’t it, baby? look at it… but don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” g!p lara loves when you sneak in her hotel just to ride her dick like a little slut the next second she texts you she’s hard < / 3 she loves your willingness.
MANON.
after halloween party, you were both a little tipsy, but so, soooo eager, that manon had to fuck you with her strap still with your costume on. “fuck, baby… you were dripping wet like this the whole time? damn, you could’ve just asked for my strap earlier, princess.”
one or two drags on the joint and manz is already needy to have your pretty pussy rubbing against hers, sweet moans leaving both of your mouths as she begs you to move your hips faster < 3 “hmmm, damn, just like this, baby, faster, faster, f-fuck… i’m so close already.”
g!p manz loves so much to fill you with her seed! > . < specially from behind, she can watch her cum leaking out of your pretty little hole. “so good like this, so good, gonna fill you up so good, my slut.”
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
a/n :: just happened to hit 200 followers as i was making this, so guess you can consider it a special! i got so carried away with this one 😵💫😵💫
Their reaction when you interrupt them in the middle of an argument...with a kiss on the lips.
katseye ot5 x female reader
tags: fluff, katseye being whipped for their gf
warnings: suggestive
divider creds: @uzmacchiato
a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 🎁
MANON BANNERMAN
“So let me get this straight,” Manon started, pausing as she pulled her brows together in a very serious, almost disbelieving way. “You watched the second movie of Wicked. In the theater.”
You swallowed hard. With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was preparing to judge every word that came out of your mouth, you felt genuinely confused. Was this really such a big deal?
You shifted awkwardly on the couch and nodded anyway. Manon blinked once, then just stared at you, her expression slowly turning into something between shock and disappointment.
“Without me.”
You nodded again, and that was clearly the final straw. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose like you had just confessed to committing some kind of unforgivable crime, and you immediately felt the need to defend yourself.
“Look, I didn’t even know my friends were planning to watch that movie,” you said quickly, trying to explain. “I went to the theater with them thinking we were going to see something else. I couldn’t exactly back out once they got excited about it.”
“Y/n, you know that’s my favorite movie,” she snapped at last, planting her hands firmly on her hips. “We talked about watching it together. I was really looking forward to seeing it with you.”
“Then we can just watch it again,” you replied, a little too easily. Manon turned away from you immediately, sulking like she’d been personally wronged. She let out an exaggerated scoff and shook her head, pacing a few steps away, her hands moving as if the unfairness of the situation was physically bothering her.
“No, because it won’t be the same,” she argued, her voice rising the way it always did when she started overthinking. “You already know the songs, the story, the surprises, all of it. I was supposed to look over at you during the emotional scenes and see your reaction when-”
She cut herself off, clicking her tongue in frustration. “Actually, forget it. You already saw everything.”
You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Manon, babe-”
“Don’t call me that,” she shot back instantly, though there wasn’t much real anger in it. She turned to face you again, brows pulled together. “Babe, this was our thing. You know that Wicked movie nights are basically sacred to me.”
“Oh wow,” you laughed despite yourself, especially since she used the same nickname she told you not to use just now. You stood up from the couch and walked toward her slowly, trying to calm her down and smooth things over.
“I didn’t even want to watch it in the first place. I swear,” you said quickly. “I got peer pressured.”
“Peer pressured?” Manon repeated, immediately placing a hand over her chest in exaggerated offense, like everything suddenly made sense to her. “So your friends have more influence over you than your own girlfriend? Wow. That’s actually insane. Good to know.”
“Manon-”
“I literally told Dani I was keeping that weekend free because I wanted to watch it with you,” she continued, clearly not done. “I had a whole plan. I was gonna buy popcorn. The big bucket. I was fully prepared to get emotional and cry over Elphaba and Galinda’s gay-ass friendship. And you just… took that experience away from me.”
“I did not take it away from you,” you replied, half laughing and half exhausted. “You’re still gonna cry. You cry during movie trailers.”
“That’s not the point,” she muttered, folding her arms again and angling her body away from you like she was shielding her wounded pride. “Like I already said, it just won’t feel special anymore.”
She kept going after that, something about the vibes being ruined, about how long she’d waited for the sequel, about how betrayal never comes from enemies but from the people you trust the most. She was fully committed to the drama.
You watched her for a moment, her voice slowly blending into that familiar background noise you’d grown fond of. She was being ridiculous. Completely over the top. And somehow, unbearably cute. Cute enough that you suddenly had the urge to kiss her just to shut her up.
“Manon,” you said softly, a warning in your tone, but she talked right over you.
“And you know how I feel about shared first experiences. That’s like-”
You grabbed her face and kissed her.
It was abrupt enough to cut her off mid-sentence, her lips freezing for a split second before instinct kicked in. Her arms dropped from her chest, hands hovering awkwardly before settling at your waist.
The kiss was both slow and affectionate, just enough to stop the argument, just enough to say you were done going back and forth.
When you pulled away, her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, her brain clearly lagging.
“Babe,” she breathed out, disbelief all over her face. “Did you seriously just try to shut me up by kissing me?”
You smiled innocently, lifting a brow as you noticed the faint pink still coloring her cheeks. You couldn’t help the amusement bubbling in your chest.
“It worked though, didn’t it?”
She stared at you for another second before suddenly leaning in, her lips crashing into yours this time less gentle and a lot rougher. You let out a small squeak of surprise when she lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist so you wouldn’t fall.
As she carried you toward the bedroom, the kiss broke briefly so you could both breathe. You laughed softly, catching the way her eyes lingered on your lips, the earlier frustration completely gone, replaced by something that made your stomach flip.
Before you could try to figure her out, she leaned in again, kissing you like she’d already made up her mind and there was no discussion left to be had. Her thumb brushed against your hip absentmindedly, possessive in that gentle way she had when she wanted you close.
“Manon,” you murmured when she pulled back just enough for air, your noses brushing.
“Mm?”
“You were literally in the middle of ranting about how I betrayed you.”
She kissed the corner of your mouth casually, completely unfazed by the sudden shift. “I’ve decided to drop the case. Charges dismissed.”
“Oh? Just like that?”
She nudged you backward onto the bed. “I realized there are much more important things to focus on right now.”
“Like what?”
She hovered over you for a moment, her hair falling forward, her expression soft and mischievous at the same time.
“Like the beautiful woman right in front of me.”
SOPHIA LAFORTEZA
“You slept on the bed with your shoes on. Again.”
There it was. That sharp and serious tone which was full of authority. You felt yourself tense immediately, knowing exactly what was coming: a full-on lecture from your girlfriend.
“I’m sorry, okay?” you said with a long sigh, leaning back against the headboard. “I was hungover and couldn’t think straight. And when I’m this tired, I just… I can’t even bring myself to untie my shoelaces.”
“Mahal…” She trailed off, letting out a weary groan as she facepalmed. “I thought I already told you how much it bothers me when you wear shoes inside the house. They should be on the shoe rack before you step any further in.”
You raised an eyebrow. “The same way I find it disturbing when people put pineapples on pizza?”
“In my defense, that’s fine. I eat Hawaiian pizza sometimes,” she shot back, matter-of-fact, before shaking her head. “But that’s not the point. We’re not changing topics here.”
Her arms crossed over her chest, lips pressed into that thin line she always wore when she was determined to stand her ground. That look said it all: she had rehearsed this speech in her head long before she said a word.
“You can’t just keep doing this,” Sophia continued, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe it. “You apologize, then you joke, then act like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal to me.”
You let out a dramatic sigh. “They’re just shoes.”
“They’re outside shoes,” she corrected instantly. “They touch sidewalks. Public bathrooms. Floors I don’t even want to think about. And then you put them on the bed. The bed we sleep on.”
“I clean the sheets after, though…” you mumbled defensively.
“That’s not the point either,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she were about to burst. “You drag in everything from outside. Dirt, germs-”
Before she could finish her sentence, you leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her lips, stopping her cold.
Her words died instantly, cut off so suddenly it was almost amusing. Her eyes widened for a brief moment before she pulled back, clearly caught off guard and flustered by the interruption.
“Mahal,” she began, brows drawing together in confusion and mild frustration. “Were you even listening to what I was saying-”
You kissed her again.
This time, it lingered just a bit longer that it was enough to make her breathe in sharply through her nose. When you pulled away, she stared at you like she was desperately trying to remember why she’d been upset in the first place.
“I'm being serious,” she said, trying to sound firm, though the sharpness in her voice had dulled. “You can’t just interrupt me every time you-”
Your fingers curled gently into the fabric of her shirt as you leaned in once more, pressing your lips to hers with quiet insistence. Sophia let out a small, annoyed sound against your mouth, but it betrayed her far more than she intended.
She attempted to pull away, tried to keep the lecture going, but her body gave her away first. Her hands settled at your waist, holding you steady instead of pushing you back.
“I’m still upset,” she murmured, breath warm against your lips, stubborn even now.
“Yeah,” you whispered softly, brushing a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “and you still love me anyway.”
She let out a quiet huff, her forehead dropping to rest against yours.
“I really do,” she admitted, voice lower now, gentler, giving in despite herself. Her shoulders relaxed without her meaning to.
“…Just take them off next time,” she muttered, the edge completely gone from her voice and replaced with something almost pleading. “Please?”
You smiled widely. “Yes, ma’am.”
Finally, her resolve crumbled and she found herself giggling softly because that bold move you did just now made her feel butterflies in her stomach. She buried her face against your shoulder, arms wrapping around you to keep you there while you kissed her hair, feeling entirely victorious.
“It’s really hard to stay mad at you...”
DANIELA AVANZINI
“Oh my god,” she breathed out, staring at the small scrape just above the wheel of her car like it personally offended her. “oh my god.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, shoulders stiff as guilt settled deep in your chest. She loved and trusted you enough to let you borrow her car, and now this had happened on your watch. Of all times to mess up, it had to be now.
“Amor, how did this even happen?” she asked carefully like she was trying really hard not to lose it.
You threw your hands up as you started explaining, hoping and praying that this wouldn’t somehow turn into a breakup-level argument.
“There was this motorcycle that suddenly cut right in front of me, okay? I didn’t even see him at first. I tried cussing him out, I swear. Like, really tried. But he just ignored it and kept going.”
She crouched slightly to look at the scrape again, wincing like it physically hurt her to see. She sucked in a sharp breath, jaw tight, brows pulled together in clear distress.
“Still,” she said, straightening up, “you have to be more careful! You know how important my car is to me.”
She turned to face you fully then, arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes were sharp, but not mean. Beneath the frustration shower real concern that cut through her irritation.
“I trusted you with my car,” Daniela continued, going on and on. “I don’t get upset over nothing. That car isn’t just some piece of metal to me. You know that.”
“I know,” you replied quickly, stepping closer to her. “And I’m really sorry. I mean it. I wasn’t being reckless, I swear. I just…”
She cut you off, her frown deepening. “I’m not saying you did it on purpose. I’m saying it scared me.”
That hit harder than any scolding could have. You paused for a brief moment, then decided to act.
You closed the distance and kissed her. You did it carefully, like you were afraid of pushing her the wrong way. Your eyes stayed half-open, watching her expression closely.
Daniela froze for exactly one breath. Then she let out a slow exhale through her nose, and you could see the tension slowly leaving her shoulders, even if her jaw was still set. When you pulled back, her gaze stayed locked on you, dark and focused, like she was recalculating everything.
“…You’re not slick,” she said quietly, voice getting noticeably softer.
You gave a small smile. “I wasn’t trying to be.”
She uncrossed her arms, one hand coming up to rest on your wrist where it lingered near her waist. Her thumb brushed against your skin once, absentminded.
“I’m still annoyed,” she added.
“Mhm.”
“And I still have to get my car fixed.”
“I’ll go with you,” you offered. “For all of it.”
She held your gaze for another second, then leaned in just enough to press a quick kiss back to your lips. She glanced at the scrape again, sighed, then looked back at you, shaking her head slightly.
“God,” she muttered, “I really do love you. Even when you stress me out.”
You shrugged, though inside you promised yourself you’d be extra careful from now on. “Especially then.”
She scoffed softly, but the corner of her mouth lifted anyway. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close, her nose brushing against yours like nothing bad had happened at all.
“Alright, mami,” she began with a suggestive look. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me now.”
LARA RAJ
Strangely enough, your girlfriend had been acting distant lately. Her replies were short and brief. Her smiles felt forced whenever she was around you, and during movie nights, she didn’t snuggle up or lean in like she normally would.
You couldn’t quite put your finger on why. She didn’t exactly pull away when you tried to get close, but she also didn’t lean in or return your warmth in any meaningful way. It left you feeling like you were grasping at shadows.
Finally, after days of stewing over it and being unable to shake the fear that she might be pulling away for some unknown reason, you decided it was time to confront her.
“Lara, we need to talk,” you said bluntly, standing in front of her with your arms crossed. You were in pajamas, wearing one of her oversized shirts, one sleeve slipping off your shoulder, a detail you knew would make her glance up from her phone.
The corner of her mouth twitched, feigning confusion while keeping up a mask of indifference.
“Pretty sure there’s nothing to talk about.”
You felt a twinge of frustration at her cold dismissal, especially when she immediately returned her attention to her phone. With a quick motion, you snatched it from her hands, forcing her to finally look at you.
Lara exhaled sharply, her eyes darkening as she finally focused on you. She didn’t look angry exactly, but she was guarded, tense, and clearly on edge.
“Give it back,” she said flatly.
“No,” you answered just as firmly, clutching the phone to your chest. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting like I’m invisible.”
“I said give it back, Y/n,” she repeated, her tone sharper this time.
You didn’t budge, and silence stretched between you both. The only sounds were the low hum of the air conditioning and your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.
Lara leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms, mirroring your stance in a way that felt defensive.
“You’re imagining things,” she muttered under her breath, a soft frown pulling at her features.
“I’m not,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “You don’t look at me the same anymore. You barely talk to me. And don’t even get me started on movie nights. You sit there like I’m just a… background character.”
Her lips pressed together. For a second, you thought she’d brush you off again. But then she scoffed quietly, shaking her head as if annoyed at herself.
“Do you have any idea,” she began, “how often you talk about her?”
Your brows furrowed together, completely confused on what she's talking about you. “Talk about who?”
She laughed bitterly, and there was no humor in it. “Don’t do that. Obviously I meant Sophia. The way you light up when you mention her. The clips, the streams, the ‘she’s so perfect’ this and that.” Her eyes flicked up to you, sharp now. “You make it sound like you’d drop everything if she even looked at you.”
That caught you off guard. “Lara, it's not what you think-”
“I know it’s stupid,” she cut in quickly, rubbing a hand over her face. “I know she’s literally my coworker and my best friend, and it’s not real. But it still gets under my skin, okay? Hearing my own girlfriend gush about someone else like that.”
Something in her tone cracked then, revealing what she’d been trying to hide. Jealousy, insecurity, and the fear of losing you.
You stepped closer without really thinking about it, your grip on her phone loosening as your voice softened.
“You could’ve just talked to me about it,” you reassured gently. “I’m with you. Not her.”
She looked up at you again, eyes searching your face like she was trying to find any sign of doubt, any crack in your words. “You say that, but-”
You didn’t let her finish. You leaned down and kissed her deeply, the kind of kiss that stole the rest of her sentence straight from her lips.
For a brief second, she didn’t respond, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Then instinct took over. Her hand lifted, fingers curling into the back of your hair like she needed something solid to hold onto.
You were about to pull away, thinking you’d made your point, but she didn’t give you the chance. With the hand still tangled in your hair, she pulled your head forward, forcing you into another kiss, harder this time. She nipped at your lips, deepening the kiss, claiming your mouth like she had something to prove.
A soft, surprised sound slipped out of you, mixed with pleasure.
“Lara-” you breathed, but she ignored it completely. She tugged you down beside her, guiding you until you were lying back and she was hovering over you, fully in control.
When she finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. She looked down at you with those half-lidded, intimidating eyes that always sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your lips were slightly swollen from the kiss.
“So you’re only mine, huh?” she said thoughtfully, a faint, soft smirk curling at her lips, edged with something cold. “Too bad, babe.”
She leaned in just enough to make your breath hitch.
“You’re gonna have to prove that to me.”
MEGAN SKIENDIEL
Most of the time, she was the one getting in trouble with you. She’d flop dramatically onto the couch, pout the moment you called her out for doing something dumb or careless, and then spend the rest of the time apologizing and trying to make it up to you.
But today, the roles had completely flipped.
You were carefully setting the final three blocks on top of the Jenga tower, fully focused on not letting the whole thing collapse. Megan had been the one who insisted you play the game she bought specifically for the two of you, and eventually, you gave in.
Then suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps approaching fast. She came stomping toward you, each step hurried and loud, running over like she had just walked into a crime scene.
“Y/n!” she gasped, eyes wide. “I think someone broke into our house earlier when we went shopping at Target!”
You froze mid-movement and slowly raised a brow, turning to look at her panicked face. “What are you talking about?”
Megan started pacing back and forth, clearly spiraling, and the way she was panicking made your own heartbeat pick up. If she was this stressed, then surely something important must’ve gone missing.
‘Oh no… did the necklace I was planning to give her for our anniversary get stolen?'
The thought hit you all at once, dread creeping in and making your stomach twist.
Finally, she stopped in front of you, face full of fear, and blurted out, “The last slice of lasagna I saved for myself is gone from the fridge!”
Oh.
So that was the so-called emergency.
You snorted before you could stop yourself and immediately tried to cover up your laugh when she shot you a sharp, offended look, clearly upset that you weren’t taking her seriously.
“I’m being serious!” she whined, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, disappointment written all over her face. “I was saving it to eat when we got home, and now it’s just gone. What if there’s a rat in our house or something?”
Funny enough, if there was a rat, it might as well have been you because what she didn’t know was that you’d eaten the last slice earlier while she was still upstairs changing clothes.
You cleared your throat and avoided her gaze, which immediately made Megan raise an eyebrow. A second later, realization dawned on her face.
Her expression shifted from worried to betrayed.
“Y/n…” she started, and you instantly stiffened, words getting caught in your throat.
“...What?”
She narrowed her eyes like a detective closing in on a suspect, uncrossing her arms and letting them drop to her sides. “You were the one who ate it, weren’t you?”
You stayed silent for a moment, trying to hold your ground, but when she started staring at you like a hawk, you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d lose.
“Come on, babe. We can just-”
She cut you off with a sharp gasp, pointing an accusatory finger that made you flinch and shut your mouth instantly. “So you did steal it! How could you!?”
You pressed your lips together, amused by her over-the-top reaction but secretly finding it adorable. Her dramatic, almost childish responses were part of why being with her was so entertaining.
“I was hungry too, just like you,” you said carefully, still keeping your eyes on hers. “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s just order another lasagna, okay?”
“No, no need…” Megan said, though she wasn’t actually crying. She covered her face with her hands, turning slightly toward you, overacting like you’d committed some grand betrayal. “I’ve had enough of your treachery.”
Her theatrics made you smile faintly. Even with moments like this, she’d always come back to cling to you as if nothing had happened.
With that in mind, you stood up and walked toward her slowly.
“Baby…”
The soft tone of your voice made her stiffen a little. It was almost cooing, and it made her melt on the inside, though she tried to stay stubborn by keeping her eyes away from you.
When you reached her, you gently pulled her hands away from her face, finally revealing her sulky, averted gaze and her lips that were slightly pouted.
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She melted immediately, returning the kiss with a slightly awkward enthusiasm, arms wrapping around you as if she never wanted to let go.
“Still mad?” you asked softly, a chuckle escaping you. Pulling back slightly, you noticed her frozen expression, lips parted, cheeks already flushed from the kiss.
She exhaled slowly, turning her head away just enough to look away, but not enough to put any distance between you.
⮩ syp. touch-shy reader is gently taught how to accept and return affection by lara.
⮩ cw. hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, mutual pining, happy ending
⮩ wc. ~5.9k
Ever since joining KATSEYE, Y/N had always been somewhat closed off. It wasn’t that she was distant or unloving, but rather that physical affection just wasn't her default setting. The rest of the girls, however—especially Lara—practically spoke physical touch as a love language.
The first time Lara really registered the gap was during moments that should have been purely celebratory, where Y/N would visibly freeze up during group hugs or casual embraces.
"I'm so proud of us, guys! The Grammys!" Sophia shouted over the venue's noise, throwing her arms wide to invite the group in. Lara was the first to step into the circle, followed closely by Yoonchae, who was playfully dragged in by Megan, with Manon quickly anchoring the huddle. When they noticed Y/N standing just a step outside their orbit, the entire group shifted together without breaking their hold, gently folding her into the embrace.
Lara caught the subtle shift. Truthfully, she caught everything Y/N did.
Later, after their performance, they were finally seated to watch the remainder of the show. Lara was on Y/N’s right side. Feeling entirely spent from the adrenaline crash, Lara decided to try a small experiment: she slowly, deliberately leaned her head down to rest against Y/N’s shoulder, testing to see if she would pull away. Y/N didn't move away, but she immediately went rigid, leaving Lara’s temple resting against a tense, uncomfortable shoulder.
Another instance happened when they were hanging out at Lara's place. Y/N genuinely loved bonding with the girls, even on their rare days off, so when Lara texted her to come over for a movie night, Y/N had agreed immediately.
She might not have been one for physical affection, but she absolutely cherished quality time with her members. Whether it was losing track of time playing from indie to roblox games with Megan, doing the most chaotic, random things with Sophia, or just tagging along to keep Dani company during mundane errands, Y/N was always there.
So naturally, when Lara asked her to hang out, Y/N didn't hesitate for a second.
I'm here, Y/N texted as she stepped up to the porch.
Before the message could even mark itself as read, the door swung wide open. Y/N could have sworn Lara had just been hovering by the entryway, counting down the minutes until her arrival. Shaking the silly thought from her head, she smiled as Lara greeted her with an bright beam. "Y/N! You're here! I'm so glad you said yes," she said, stepping aside to wave her into the house.
Lara tried to lead Y/N straight back to her bedroom, but navigating the hallway required making a dozen different stops. First, Lara's dad spotted them, his face lighting up with pleasant surprise. "Y/N, you're here?" he asked, delighted by her presence but momentarily confused about what they were up to.
Y/N giggled, offering a warm smile. "Papa Raj! Yes, I'm here. Lara invited me over to hang out."
Before her dad could even open his mouth to reply, Lara’s mom practically materialized from thin air, immediately pulling Y/N into a tight, maternal hug. "Y/N! Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry? I can cook right now if you haven't!" she asked, flooding her with a barrage of questions.
"Mama Raj, yes, I’ve already eaten, but thank you so much! You're too kind," Y/N replied, smiling through the affectionate ambush.
Seeing her friend get overwhelmed, Lara tried to come to the rescue, gently tugging Y/N's arm toward the hallway. But Y/N, ever polite, kept lingering to finish her conversation with the parents. Lara gave her hand another firm, playful tug—a silent signal that it was time to move. Quickly waving a warm goodbye to the couple, Y/N finally let herself be pulled away toward Lara's room.
Just as they were about to finally slip into Lara's room, the door across the hall swung open. Rhea stepped out, clearly drawn by the lively chatter from the living room.
"Y/N," Rhea trailed off, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as her eyes flicked pointedly between Y/N and Lara.
Suddenly, Y/N felt an overwhelming wave of nostalgia, like she was back in high school trying to sneak off to a bedroom with her "best friend." For a fleeting second, she wondered if that was exactly what this looked like, but she quickly dismissed the thought and focused on Rhea.
"Rhea, hi! It's nice to see you," Y/N said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "We were just heading in to hang out."
"Oh, I'm sure you were," Rhea replied, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
Rhea shot one last, highly suspicious look at Lara before finally retreating back into her own room.
Confused by the heavy implication, Y/N waited until they had safely closed the door to Lara's bedroom before asking, "What was that about?"
"What was what?" Lara replied a little too quickly, her voice turning hurried as she immediately tried to look busy.
"That... never mind," Y/N said, choosing to let it drop. It was obvious Lara didn't want to explain her sister's teasing, and Y/N didn't want to make things awkward before the movie had even started.
Desperate for a distraction, Lara immediately patted the empty spot on her mattress right next to her. "Come sit! I grabbed the extra soft blankets just for today," she urged, already shifting over to make room. Y/N hesitated for a fraction of a second, scanning the relatively small space on the bed and mentally preparing herself for the inevitable proximity, before finally climbing in.
Fast forward an hour into the movie, and the initial barrier of space had completely dissolved.
Lara, entirely true to her nature, had gradually migrated closer until she was basically cuddling Y/N. Her arms were loosely wrapped around Y/N's side, and her chin was nestled comfortably near Y/N's shoulder, half-buried in the plush duvet. To anyone else, it would have been the peak of cozy relaxation.
But Y/N was still as stiff as a board. She was staring straight ahead at the screen, her posture completely rigid, barely even letting herself breathe deeply out of fear of shifting the weight against her.
Lara felt the profound tension in the frame next to her. She didn't want to ruin the peaceful, quiet atmosphere they had built, but the stark contrast between her own need for closeness and Y/N’s hyper-awareness was impossible to ignore anymore.
Slowly, without pulling away or loosening her hold, Lara tilted her head slightly. "Hey," she whispered softly, her voice barely carrying over the dialogue of the movie. "Can I ask you something? Why do you get so uncomfortable whenever someone touches you?"
The question hung quietly in the space between them, competing only with the soft hum of the laptop speaker. For a long moment, Y/N didn’t say anything. She didn’t pull away, but the tight knot in her shoulders didn’t loosen either.
"It's not..." Y/N started, her voice a quiet, hesitant murmur. She stared fixedly at the screen, though she wasn't actually processing the movie anymore. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable with you guys touching me."
Lara shifted slightly, just enough to look up at Y/N's profile, waiting patiently.
Y/N swallowed hard, finally letting out a breath she felt like she’d been holding since the Grammys. "It's just... I never know if it’s okay for me to touch back. You guys are all so naturally affectionate, and it comes so easy to you. I’m always terrified that if I try to reciprocate, or if I’m the one to initiate it, I’ll cross a line or make one of you uncomfortable. So I just... freeze."
A soft, understanding sigh escaped Lara’s lips, the tension leaving her own body as the pieces finally clicked into place. She loosened her grip just enough to shift, propping her chin on Y/N’s shoulder so she could look at her directly.
"Oh, Y/N... you idiot," Lara whispered, her voice incredibly tender despite the teasing words. "It's completely okay… " She pauses, and looks at y/n with genuine eyes.
"More than okay," Her voice barely above a whisper
She reached down, gently finding Y/N’s hand under the heavy duvet and squeezing it. "We touch you because we're comfortable with you. We love you, and this is just how we show it. You could never cross a line by hugging us back, or initiating it, or just leaning into it. We've just been waiting for you to feel safe enough to do it."
Lara gave her hand another reassuring squeeze, her eyes warm and completely sincere. "So you don't have to freeze anymore. If you want to hold onto me, just hold onto me. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."
After a long, quiet moment of just letting the relief sink in, the heavy weight in Y/N's shoulders finally began to dissolve. For the first time all evening, she didn't feel like a statue—she actually leaned back into Lara's side, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips.
Sensing the shift, Lara beamed, thrilled that her reassurance had actually worked. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, looking up at Y/N with wide, excited eyes.
"Hey, we should go live for a bit," Lara suggested, turning the screen toward her. "Ever since the Grammys, we've basically been completely off the face of the earth. The EYEKONs are probably losing their minds wondering where we went. Let's give them a quick update!"
Y/N blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sudden transition from their deep conversation to idol mode, but looking at Lara's bright, hopeful expression, she couldn't bring herself to say no. "Right now? Like this?" she asked, gesturing to their messy hair and oversized hoodies.
"Especially like this," Lara giggled, already unlocking her phone and opening the app. "They love us just like this. Come here, get close."
They opened Weverse and hit the button to go live. Within a matter of seconds, the screen was flooded with a dizzying string of notifications as EYEKONs began jumping into the stream, their comments exploding with pure delight and surprise at the sudden broadcast.
While they waited a couple of minutes for the viewer count to stabilize, Lara casually adjusted her phone, propping it up against a pile of pillows at the foot of the bed so they were both clearly in frame. Feeling the familiar post-adrenaline exhaustion creeping back in, Lara instinctively started to lean back toward Y/N’s side—but she caught herself for a fraction of a second, remembering their conversation and trying to give her space.
But this time, Y/N didn't freeze.
With their recent talk still fresh in her mind, Y/N took a quiet breath, lifted her arm, and smoothly draped it over Lara’s shoulders, inviting her closer. Lara’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a massive, triumphant grin broke across her face. She happily melted right into the embrace, tucking herself securely against Y/N’s side as they both looked at the camera.
As she rested her head down against Y/N's shoulder—this time finding it soft, relaxed, and welcoming—Lara couldn't help but think to herself, Oh, this is nice.
On screen, however, the atmosphere was anything but quiet. The comment section instantly went into an absolute state of panic and chaos.
The scroll, which had already been moving at lightning speed, completely lost its mind. It became a frantic blur of capital letters, emojis, and keyboard smashes as EYEKONs reacted in real-time to the unprecedented sight of Y/N initiating affection.
Ynarz11
WAIT DID Y/N JUST INITIATE A HUG???
Lara. J
GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS Y/N IS SMILING SO HARD OMFG
The fans were just as shocked as Lara had been. For as long as KATSEYE had been in the public eye, Y/N had always been known as the least touchy member of the group, standing right alongside Yoonchae in her aversion to casual physical contact. It was a well-known quirk among the fandom. There were countless fan edits on TikTok joking about her rigid posture during group photos or her panicked eyes during sudden hugs.
But right now, on this most random Weverse live, there was none of that.
For the very first time, millions of fans were seeing Y/N completely relaxed. Her arm was securely wrapped around Lara, and a soft, radiant smile lit up her face. She wasn’t pulling away, she wasn’t holding her breath, and she wasn't frozen. She was just entirely, beautifully comfortable.
As she held Lara close, Y/N thought to herself, This is nice. Why haven't I been doing this before?
Then, the memory of her old fears flashed through her mind—the anxiety of crossing a line or making the girls uncomfortable. But looking at Lara's bright, content face, those fears felt incredibly silly now. A quiet resolve settled in her chest: she should definitely do this more from then on.
The live stream with Lara was just the catalyst. Once the dam broke, Y/N’s hesitation completely vanished, triggering a cascade of affectionate moments that EYEKONs quickly compiled into countless edits across social media, titled things like “Y/N finally learning her members' love language.”
Since then, Y/N became entirely at ease with her members.
During a chaotic behind-the-scenes vlog at a music show, Yoonchae was hyperactively bouncing around the dressing room, clearly riding a massive sugar rush. Usually, Y/N would just watch her with an amused, distant smile. But this time, when Yoonchae ran over and dramatically threw herself into Y/N’s lap, Y/N didn't stiffen. Instead, she laughed out loud, catching the youngest member securely and wrapping both arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight bear hug that left Yoonchae beaming.
A few weeks later, sitting on the floor of the dance studio after a grueling four-hour rehearsal run, Megan slouched backward, completely spent. Out of pure exhaustion, she mindlessly rested her head on Y/N’s thigh. In the past, Y/N would have sat perfectly still to avoid disturbing her. Instead, Y/N naturally reached down, her fingers gently threading through Megan’s hair, massaging her scalp to help her relax.
Megan let out a soft sigh, melting completely into the touch. In a quiet whisper meant only for Y/N's ears, Megan murmured, "This is ..."
Then there was the airport terminal. While waiting in a crowded terminal, Manon was standing close to Y/N to avoid the suffocating sea of flashing cameras. Spotting the sheer exhaustion in Manon’s eyes, Y/N didn't wait for her to lean in. She reached out, looping her arm through Manon’s and pulling their sides together, resting her own chin lightly against Manon's shoulder.
Shocked by the sudden warmth, Manon froze for a second, looking down to see who had caught her. When she realized it was Y/N, her eyes softened. Meeting Y/N's smile, Manon immediately leaned comfortably into her arms, squeezing Y/N’s arm back.
"Why haven't you been doing this before?" Manon teased softly. "You're so comfortable."
At their next major awards show interview, as the leader was passionately speaking to the press, Sophia naturally reached back blindly, searching for a hand to hold out of habit. Before Sophia’s hand could drop, Y/N caught it. She slid her fingers between Sophia's, locking their hands together and giving a supportive squeeze. Sophia subtly glanced back, her eyes widening in pure delight before she kept speaking with renewed confidence.
And of course, the fan compilations always ended exactly where it all started. A clip from a recent fansign showed Lara leaning over to whisper something in Y/N’s ear. Instead of just listening, Y/N turned her head, initiating a gentle nudge of her temple against Lara's head—reciprocating the exact gesture Lara had tried back at the Grammys, but this time, with absolutely no space between them.
While Y/N was now affectionate with all of them, there was no denying that one specific person received her touch the most.
In their own little atmosphere during rehearsals, Lara and Y/N were practically joined at the hip, sharing constant, subtle touches and hushed, private whispers. The rest of the members noticed the shifting dynamic, but they happily decided not to intervene, content to let the two girls enjoy their newfound closeness.
Not until a rumor broke out.
Suddenly, headlines and social media posts were everywhere: Lara had been spotted out with a guy. And, as far as internet rumors go, everyone immediately assumed she was dating him.
And apparently, Y/N believed the rumors too, because ever since the news broke, she had grown completely distant. But only with Lara.
Lara, of course, noticed the shift immediately. It was impossible not to. What made it sting the most was that Y/N hadn't stopped being affectionate altogether; she still freely reciprocated hugs with Sophia, let Yoonchae lounge on her lap, and played with Megan’s hair. But the moment Lara tried to step into her space, the wall came crashing right back down.
Suddenly, whenever Lara walked into a room, Y/N always had something urgent to do. If Lara tried to sit next to her during rehearsals, Y/N’s phone would conveniently ring, or she would suddenly claim someone was calling for her from the hallway.
Lara wasn't stupid. She knew they were just excuses—poorly constructed exits designed to keep a safe, painful distance between them. It felt like a massive step backward, and the cozy, warm atmosphere they had spent weeks building was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, confusing silence.
When the other members noticed the sudden cold front, they decided that this was finally the time to interfere.
To the rest of KATSEYE, it had been blindingly obvious since day one that the two liked each other. Lara wasn’t subtle in the slightest. The girls had spent months watching the way she looked at Y/N when Y/N wasn't looking, or the flash of pure, unadulterated jealousy that took over Lara's face whenever some random celebrity or singer tried to slide into Y/N's DMs or approach her at awards shows.
But Y/N was no better. In fact, she might have been even worse than Lara. Her yearning eyes, the longing looks, and the lingering stares were practically a running joke among the members.
The girls were completely done. They had been patiently waiting for the two of them to stop beating around the bush and just admit their feelings, but these dating rumors had only made everything a thousand times worse. Seeing the progress they had made completely vanish was the final straw. The members had officially had enough.
Sophia gathered the troops—aka Manon, Dani, Yoonchae, and Megan—into a tight huddle.
"Okay team, welcome to Mission Get-Y/N-And-Lara-Together. Note that the mission title is considered one word, so if it were written down, it would be heavily hyphenated," Sophia announced, tracing a straight line through the air with her finger on the word hyphenated.
"Sophia, I don't even know why you're explaining that to us right now. We're not going to write it down," Megan muttered, voicing exactly what the rest of them were thinking. The others nodded in immediate agreement.
Sophia shot Megan a look, then glanced at the other nodding heads before deciding it was best to just move on. "Anyways!" She clapped her hands together sharply to regain control of the room.
"So, Y/N is jealous, sad, and convinced that Lara is in a relationship—which she is absolutely not," Sophia explained, stretching her left hand outward to represent Y/N’s side of things. "Meanwhile, Lara..." She stretched her right hand out. "...Lara has no idea why Y/N is acting like this, but she is acutely aware that she’s being ignored, rendering her equally sad. So, what do we do?"
It was entirely a rhetorical question, but Yoonchae enthusiastically raised her hand anyway.
Before the youngest could speak, Sophia pointed at her. "That's right! We force them to be within each other's vicinity. How, you may ask?"
The members just stared at her, silently listening to the lecture.
"Dani," Sophia commanded, turning to her. "Since Y/N is so incredibly fond of you, you're going to ask her to accompany you on an errand to the practice room tomorrow at 9:00 AM. I’ve checked the master schedule, and we are all completely free tomorrow morning."
Dani nodded, locking in.
"Megan and Yoonchae," Sophia continued, shifting her gaze. "You two are going to ask Lara to hang out tomorrow at 9:00 AM as well, bringing her to the exact same practice room. Once we’ve got them both in the same place at the same time, they won't be able to ignore each other anymore."
"And if they try to bolt?" Manon asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If all else fails and they decide to run for it, the rest of us will be stationed outside to block the exits and force them into talking. Any questions?"
Megan raised her hand.
"Yes, Megan?" Sophia allowed.
"Where exactly are you in this plan?"
Sophia puffed out her chest. "I am the mastermind."
The girls all opened their mouths to complain, but Sophia quickly raised her hands to cut them off. "I'm just kidding! I’m going to handle the administrative stuff—covering our tracks, informing the manager, things like that," she explained, waving her hands around lazily. "Okay, any actual questions?"
The girls muttered and glanced at each other, but no one spoke up.
Taking their silence as compliance, Sophia smirked. "Excellent. Let the plan commence."
The next morning, the operation moved like clockwork.
At exactly 8:45 AM, Dani successfully deployed her part of the mission. She gave Y/N a flawless, wide-eyed look of exhaustion and asked if she could please help her carry some heavy wardrobe pieces up to the practice room. Because Y/N could never say no to Dani, she had immediately agreed, completely oblivious to the trap.
Meanwhile, Megan and Yoonchae had practically dragged a groggy, unsuspecting Lara out of bed under the guise of an early morning iced-coffee run, leading her straight up the company elevator.
At 8:59 AM, Sophia, Manon, and Megan were pressed tightly against the wall just outside the main practice room door, peering through the small glass window.
Inside, Dani was casually scrolling on her phone, while Y/N sat on the floor, leaning against the mirrors with a quiet, heavy sigh.
"Target B is approaching," Megan whispered frantically, spying Lara, Yoonchae, and Dani's silhouette coming down the hallway.
"Positions, positions!" Sophia hissed.
The plan executed flawlessly. Yoonchae pushed Lara through the practice room door first, and the exact second Lara stepped inside, Dani shot up from the floor with lightning speed. She bolted out into the hallway, and Megan slammed the heavy door shut right behind her.
Click.
Inside the room, the sudden sound of the door locking echoed like a gunshot.
Y/N snapped her head up, her eyes widening as she looked from the locked door to the girl now standing just a few feet away from her.
Lara stood frozen, her eyes wide, holding a half-empty iced matcha latte. She looked completely bewildered, turning back to pull on the door handle. It didn't budge. Through the glass window, Sophia gave them a cheerful, two-fingered salute, while Manon held up a hand-written sign that read: TALK IT OUT OR YOU LIVE HERE NOW.
Silence fell over the massive, mirrored room.
Y/N instantly looked down at her lap, her posture immediately going rigid—the exact same defensive, stiff posture she used to have before their breakthrough. The sudden distance cut Lara straight to the heart. The confusion she had been carrying all week finally transformed into hot, frustrated exhaustion.
"Are you seriously going to look at the floor instead of me?" Lara asked, her voice quiet but sharp in the empty room.
Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the edge of her oversized hoodie. "Lara, please. I just... I have a lot of things I need to process. You should be with your boyfriend anyway."
Lara blinked, utterly derailed by the sentence. "My what?"
"Your boyfriend," Y/N muttered, finally looking up, her eyes swimming with a mixture of raw hurt and jealousy she couldn't hide anymore. "The guy from the articles. The internet says you're dating. You don't need to be stuck in a room wasting your time on me."
For a second, Lara just stared at her. Then, a sharp, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.
"Y/N, that's my cousin!" Lara practically shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. "He was visiting from out of town! I took him out for lunch, and some delusional paparazzi took a photo from a weird angle!"
Y/N froze, her mind entirely blanking out. "Your... cousin?"
"Yes! My cousin!" Lara took three long steps forward, completely ignoring the invisible boundary Y/N had set all week. She dropped to her knees right in front of Y/N, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "Is that seriously why you've been treating me like a ghost all week? Because of a stupid Twitter rumor?"
Y/N’s throat went dry. The overwhelming wave of relief that hit her was instantly followed by a crushing wave of absolute embarrassment. "I... I thought..."
"You thought I was dating someone else?" Lara's voice softened, the anger draining out of her, leaving only a deep, aching vulnerability. She reached out, her hands hesitating for a fraction of a second before she firmly placed them on Y/N's tensed shoulders. "Y/N, look at me."
Y/N looked up, her gaze locking onto Lara’s.
"I don't want a boyfriend," Lara whispered, her eyes completely sincere as she squeezed Y/N's shoulders, intentionally grounding her. "I have spent months trying to show you, trying to touch you, trying to get you to see that the only person I'm completely wrapped around is you. I don't care about anyone else."
The final wall Y/N had built completely shattered. Hearing the words out loud, paired with the warm, reassuring weight of Lara’s hands, made everything else melt away.
"I'm sorry," Y/N choked out, her voice cracking. "I got so scared. I thought I lost the only person who made me feel safe enough to... to finally lean in."
Lara’s face softened into that familiar, brilliant smile. "like i said, yn, you could never lose me, idiot."
This time, Y/N didn't hesitate.
She didn't hold her breath. She didn't freeze.
The moment Lara stepped close, Y/N closed the distance between them, cupping Lara's face before crashing their lips together in a kiss that was equal parts relief, longing, and certainty.
Lara let out the softest sound of surprise against her lips, but it lasted only a heartbeat before she kissed her back just as eagerly. One hand found Y/N's waist while the other slid gently into her hair, holding her as if she'd been waiting for this moment all along.
When they finally pulled apart, neither of them could stop smiling.
Y/N laughed breathlessly before wrapping her arms around Lara's neck, pulling her into a tight embrace. She buried her face in the crook of Lara's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume as every ounce of tension melted from her body.
Lara smiled into her hair and hugged her just as tightly, gently rubbing circles against her back.
Outside in the hallway, three foreheads were practically glued to the glass window.
"Oh, look," Yoonchae whispered, a massive grin spreading across her face. "They're kissing."
Sophia crossed her arms with a smug smile. "Mission Get-Y/N-and-Lara-Together..." She paused dramatically before pumping a fist in the air. "...complete."
But I'm your girlfriend? - 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍
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
A/N: Another episode of me talking to myself because the editing app hates me! okay so don’t mind the typos, the unsent that was obviously unintentional, and the editing! also please request if you have anything in mind, I’m open for requests! 😚
>> 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 ; dom!ghost!lara raj x g!p!reader
tags ; blowjob. handjob. nipple sucking. praise.
-> ‘MYLM’ masterlist.
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“No. Absolutely not. I’m not staying there.”
You cross your arms tight across your chest, staring at your parents like they’ve lost their goddamn minds.
The three of you are standing in the middle of your tiny apartment kitchen, the one with the leaky faucet and the rent that’s two weeks late again. Your mom’s holding a thick yellow envelope with your grandparents’ names on it. Your dad just looks tired.
“Sweetheart, it’s not like we’re asking you to move to Antarctica,” your mom says, trying to sound reasonable. “The manor’s been in the family for generations. Your grandparents left it specifically to you.”
“Yeah, because they were creepy as hell,” you mutter under your breath.
Big mistake.
Your mom’s eyes go wide. “How dare you.”
Your dad sighs like he’s aged ten years in the last thirty seconds. “Watch your mouth. They raised me in that house. Show some respect.”
“Respect?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Grandpa used to talk to the walls at night. Grandma collected dead butterflies and told me they were ‘watching me sleep.’ I had nightmares for weeks every time we visited. That place is straight out of a horror movie.”
Your mom slams the envelope on the counter. “They’re dead, Y/n. Gone. And they left everything to you. The house, the land, all of it. Do you know how lucky you are?”
“Lucky?” Your voice cracks as you gesture wildly around your sad little apartment. “I’m broke, Mom. I know that. You don’t have to rub it in my face every five minutes. But I’d rather sleep in my car than live in that creepy ass mansion in the middle of nowhere.”
Your dad pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re not helping you with rent anymore. We told you that. You’re twenty-three. It’s time to figure it out.”
“So your solution is to ship me off to a haunted house? Real supportive parenting, guys.”
“It’s not haunted,” your mom snaps. “It’s just old. It needs some cleaning, some love. You’ll be fine.”
You stare at them, heart pounding. Part of you wants to scream. Part of you wants to cry. But the worst part? They’re right.
You are broke.
Your job barely covers food, let alone rent, and your savings account is laughing at you. Moving back in with them isn’t an option — they made that crystal clear last month.
So here you are. Cornered.
“I hate you both right now,” you say quietly, voice shaking.
Your mom softens just a little, reaching out to touch your arm. You pull away. “You’ll thank us later. The manor’s paid off. No mortgage. You can finally breathe.”
“Yeah. Breathe in eighty years of dust and dead people vibes,” you mutter.
Your dad hands you the keys. They’re heavy and cold in your palm, old-fashioned iron ones that look like they belong in a museum. “The movers already took your stuff this morning. You just need to drive up there.”
“Today?” Your eyes widen. “You’re kicking me out today?”
“We’re not kicking you out,” your mom says, but she won’t meet your eyes. “We’re giving you an opportunity.”
You snatch the envelope and keys, shoving them into your backpack with more force than necessary. “Whatever. I hope the place is actually haunted and the ghosts eat me. At least then you’ll feel bad.”
Your mom looks genuinely hurt..
The drive is long and quiet. Hours of winding roads that get narrower and narrower until the trees start crowding in like they’re trying to swallow your car.
By the time you pull up the long gravel driveway, the sun is already setting, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges.
The manor looms.
It’s bigger than you remembered. Three stories of dark wood and stone, ivy crawling up the walls like veins.
Some of the windows are cracked. The front porch sags a little. The air feels… heavier here.
You kill the engine and just sit there, gripping the steering wheel.
“This is insane,” you whisper to yourself. “Completely insane.”
You force yourself out of the car anyway. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you drag your suitcase toward the front door. The key sticks at first, like the house itself doesn’t want you inside. When it finally turns, the door creaks open with a sound straight out of every horror movie ever made.
Inside it smells like old wood, dust, and something faintly sweet. Like flowers that died years ago.
You flick on the lights. A few bulbs buzz and flicker before staying on. The foyer is massive, with a chandelier hanging way too low and a grand staircase that curves up into darkness.
“Home sweet home,” you mutter, kicking the door shut behind you.
The sound echoes.
You spend the next hour dragging your stuff inside and wandering room to room, flipping on every light you can find. The kitchen is ancient but huge. The living room has furniture covered in white sheets like ghosts. Upstairs there are way too many bedrooms, all of them cold and untouched.
By the time you collapse onto the dusty master bed (the one your grandparents used to sleep in), you’re exhausted. Mentally. Physically.
And spiritually.
You stare at the ceiling, the old wooden beams staring back.
“Ugh, I hate this,” you say out loud, just to hear a voice in the silence. “If any ghosts are listening… do me a favor and stay away.”
A floorboard creaks somewhere down the hall.
You freeze.
Probably just the house settling. Old houses do that.
Right?
You finally drifted off somewhere, too drained to even change out of your clothes.
Slow, heavy footsteps dragged across the dusty wooden floor, getting closer to the master bedroom. The door that you swore you closed was already halfway open.
Sophia stood in the doorway.
Tall and imposing, her skin carried a deep red undertone with small dark horns curling from her forehead. Her eyes glowed faintly, one completely black, the other a burning ember.
A long, thin tail swayed lazily behind her, the tip occasionally tapping against the floor. She wore an old, tattered black dress that clung to her frame, the fabric looking singed at the edges.
She stopped at the edge of the bed and just… stared at you for a long time. Head tilted. Breathing slow and low.
She leaned down, close enough that her warm breath brushed your neck. Her nose hovered near your collarbone, then your hair, taking you in carefully. Curious.
Her fingers — warmer than they should be — hovered over your arm but didn’t quite touch.
After a minute she straightened up again, satisfied, and turned to leave the room.
She didn’t get far.
Right outside the bedroom door stood a tall figure completely covered in a white sheet, two big black holes cut out for eyes.
Sophia startled, one hand jerking up. “Yoonchae… you scared me.”
The sheet ghost tilted her head, then two small hands reached up and lifted the bottom of the blanket just enough to reveal Yoonchae’s face — soft curious eyes, and messy dark hair sticking out everywhere.
“Sorry…” Yoonchae whispered, voice quiet and a little shy. “Who was that…?”
Sophia’s expression softened immediately, the faint glow in her eyes dimming. “Our new guest. She’s sleeping.“
Yoonchae peeked around Sophia’s side, trying to get another look into the bedroom without getting too close. Her eyes were wide with quiet wonder. “She looks tired.”
Sophia nodded slowly, glancing back toward you.
Yoonchae pulled the sheet a little higher around herself, almost hiding again. “Do you think she’ll be nice…?”
“I hope so,” Sophia murmured gently. She reached out and lightly adjusted the sheet on Yoonchae’s head, making sure it stayed in place. “We’ll watch over her for now. Let her rest. And don’t bother her yet. Lara will probably want to call dibs on the first prank anyway.”
Yoonchae gave a small nod, still looking toward the bed with quiet interest. She stayed half-hidden behind Sophia, the edge of the white sheet dragging softly along the floor as they both stood there for a little longer, watching you sleep.
You stirred slightly in the bed, mumbling something about the stupid manor before turning over and pulling the blanket higher.
The two of them stayed quiet, not wanting to wake you.
A few hours later, you jolted awake at exactly 3:07 AM, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted out.
The nightmare was already fading — something about shadows crawling up the walls and cold hands grabbing your ankles — but the fear stayed stuck in your chest.
“Fuck this place,” you muttered, rubbing your face. Your voice sounded too loud in the dead silence.
You grabbed your phone from your pocket, the screen lighting up and hurting your eyes. The battery was still decent.
You opened the browser, typed in the usual site with shaky fingers, and scrolled until you found something that looked decent. A girl getting railed hard, loud moans filling your headphones as you shoved one earbud in.
Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. You were already half-hard from the dream adrenaline and the video. Fingers wrapped around your cock, stroking slowly at first, breath getting heavier as you tried to lose yourself in it.
Thud.
Something heavy fell somewhere down the hall.
You froze, hand still down your pants. The moan in your ear suddenly felt stupid. You yanked the earbud out and sat up, listening.
Nothing.
“Probably just the house settling,” you whispered. But your pulse was racing again. You waited another minute, then shook your head. “Wait… I’m not a pussy. This is my house now.”
You pulled your hand out, fixed your shorts, and stood up. Shirt rumpled, barefoot, you crept out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, phone flashlight on.
Every creak of the stairs made you wince. The living room looked the same — sheets over furniture, dust floating in the beam of light. You swept the flashlight around.
Nothing moved. No broken shit on the floor.
“See? Nothing,” you said, trying to sound brave. “Just old wood doing old wood things.”
Then you felt it.
A presence right behind you.
Before you could turn, a loud crash exploded to your left — a glass vase or ornament smashing against the wall, shards scattering across the floor.
You whipped around. “What the actual fuck?!”
No one there.
Panic hit hard. You bolted, feet pounding on the dusty floor. Your foot caught on the edge of a rug and you went down hard, slamming into the ground with a grunt. Pain shot through your elbow and knee.
When you pushed yourself up, groaning, there she was.
Floating a few feet away was a girl in a long black nightgown, dark skin almost. Her dark hair floated slightly like she was underwater. Big, playful eyes looked down at you with fake sympathy.
“Aw, poor you…” Lara said softly, tilting her head. Her voice was light and teasing, like she was holding back a giggle.
Your brain short-circuited. You stared at her, mouth open, trying to process the floating girl in your grandparents’ manor at 3 AM. Then everything went black.
You passed out cold on the floor.
Lara drifted closer, lowering herself until her bare feet hovered just above the ground. She crouched down beside you, curious.
Your shirt had ridden up during the fall, exposing a strip of toned stomach and the waistband of your shorts. She blinked slowly, taking in the way your body looked — surprisingly fit under the baggy clothes you’d worn for the move.
Her fingers hovered over your stomach, not quite touching, feeling the warmth radiating off your skin. A small, interested smile tugged at her lips.
For a second you thought the whole thing was still part of the nightmare — until you tried to sit up and a sharp pain shot through your elbow.
Yeah. Real.
Your heart was still racing like crazy. The flashlight from your phone had rolled a few feet away, casting weird long shadows across the room.
You blinked hard, trying to shake off the dizziness, and that’s when you saw her again.
She wasn’t floating anymore.
Lara had shifted. The ghostly glow was gone. Now she looked… Human. And stupidly, unfairly gorgeous.
Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, a few strands framing her face. Warm brown skin that looked smooth under the moonlight, full lips, and big expressive eyes that watched you with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
She wore a simple black slip dress that hugged her body in a way that made it hard to look away — even though every instinct in you was screaming to run.
You scrambled backward on the floor until your back hit the wall, breathing fast. “What the fuck… who are you? What are you?”
Lara tilted her head, that playful little smile still on her lips. She stayed crouched for a moment longer before slowly standing up, moving with this light, graceful energy that didn’t quite match the heavy old house around her.
“You fell pretty hard,” she said softly, voice gentle but clearly entertained. “I didn’t mean for you to knock yourself out like that.”
Your brain was struggling to keep up. She looked real. She sounded real. But people didn’t just float. And normal girls didn’t appear in abandoned manors at 3 AM wearing nothing but a thin black dress.
You pushed yourself up a little more, wincing. Your shirt was still halfway ridden up from the fall, exposing your stomach, and your shorts… fuck.
You were still half-hard from earlier, the adrenaline and leftover arousal mixing together in the worst possible way. The bulge in your shorts was obvious if anyone was actually looking.
And she was looking.
Lara’s eyes flicked down for a second, lingering. Her eyebrows raised just a tiny bit, a spark of interest flashing across her face before she met your eyes again. She didn’t say anything about it, but the small smirk that tugged at her lips told you she definitely noticed.
You didn’t even register it yourself — too busy being terrified, blood pounding in your ears. All you could think was ghost, demon, monster, run.
“I—I’m losing my mind,” you muttered, pressing a hand to your forehead. “This isn’t happening. You’re not real. I’m going back to sleep and when I wake up—”
“You’re not crazy,” Lara cut in, stepping a little closer. She moved carefully, like she was approaching a scared animal. “And I’m very real. Well… real enough now.”
She glanced down at her own hands, turning them over like she was still getting used to the solid form. “It’s been a long time since we had someone living here who could actually see us. And touch us.”
Us.
The word made your stomach drop.
You tried to stand but your legs felt shaky. Lara watched you the whole time, that gorgeous face calm but clearly amused by how freaked out you were. Up close she was even prettier — sharp jawline, long lashes, the way her hair contrasted against the black dress.
She looked like she could’ve stepped out of a magazine if it wasn’t for the faint, unnatural shimmer around her edges when she moved.
“You threw that glass,” you said accusingly, voice hoarse. “I heard it. I saw it.”
Lara shrugged lightly, biting back a grin. “I got excited. Sorry. I’ve been waiting for someone fun to show up.” Her eyes drifted down again for half a second, taking in the way your body looked — the exposed skin, the obvious shape in your shorts — before flicking back up. “You’re… warmer than I expected. And stronger looking under all those baggy clothes.”
You tugged your shirt down quickly, face burning. “Stay back. I don’t know what you are but—”
Before you could finish, another set of footsteps echoed from upstairs.
Lara glanced toward the staircase and sighed, almost like she was annoyed at the interruption. “Sophia’s coming. She’s gonna be mad I scared you first. I think.” She looked back at you, eyes sparkling. “Don’t pass out again, okay? We’ve been lonely.”
You pressed harder against the wall, heart hammering, trying to process the fact that this beautiful girl in front of you had just thrown a vase with her mind and was now casually talking about “we” like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Lara’s smile softened a little, like she was trying to be friendly. “Y’know what? Let’s just chat. I promise I won’t throw anything else. You look like you have questions and—”
Nope.
You didn’t wait for the rest of the sentence. Pure panic took over. You bolted, feet slipping on the dusty floor as you sprinted toward the nearest hallway.
“Hey!” Lara called after you, voice losing its playful tone. “Don’t run!”
You didn’t listen. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. You rounded the corner, breathing ragged, and spotted the first door you could find. You shoved it open, practically falling inside what looked like an old study or library — tall shelves, covered furniture, one big window letting in moonlight.
You slammed the door shut and dragged a heavy wooden chair over, jamming it under the handle with shaking hands. Your back pressed against the door as you tried to catch your breath.
“Okay… okay, calm down,” you whispered to yourself. “This isn’t real. None of this is—”
A soft shimmer appeared right in front of you.
Lara stepped straight through the wall like it was nothing, that white slip dress flowing around her body. Her expression had changed — no more cute playful smile. Now she looked irritated, brows furrowed, full lips pressed into a thin line.
You stumbled backward. “What the hell—?!”
Before you could get another word out, Lara moved fast. She grabbed both of your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head with surprising strength. The impact made you gasp. She had you pinned — her body pressing close enough that you could feel the cool-but-not-cold energy radiating off her.
“Stop. Running.” Her voice was low, annoyed, a little breathy. Those big dark eyes stared right into yours, inches away. “I’ve been stuck in this house for decades and the first living person who shows up decides to sprint away like I’m going to eat them? Rude.”
You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. Your wrists ached a little where her hands held them firmly against the wall. She was taller than you expected in this form, and way stronger.
Her warm brown skin looked flawless up close, long dark hair falling over one shoulder. She really was stupidly gorgeous — the kind of pretty that made your brain short-circuit even while you were terrified.
Lara’s gaze dropped again, lingering lower. Your shorts were still tented, the outline of your half-hard cock even more obvious now that you were pinned and breathing heavily. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately.
“You’re scared…” she murmured, voice dropping an octave, “but your body isn’t.”
She leaned in closer. Her nose brushed along your jaw, then she dragged her tongue slowly up the side of your neck — hot, wet, and teasing. A shiver shot straight down your spine. Your cock twitched hard in your shorts, now fully hard and pressing uncomfortably against the fabric.
“Fuck—” you hissed, trying to pull your arms free, but she held you there easily.
Lara hummed against your skin, licking another slow stripe up your neck before gently sucking on the spot right under your ear. Her body pressed flush against yours now, soft breasts brushing your chest through that thin dress.
One of her thighs slid between your legs, pressing lightly against your bulge and making you groan despite yourself.
“You’re warm,” she whispered, lips brushing your skin with every word. “So warm… and hard already. Even though you’re shaking.” She rolled her hips once, grinding against your thigh while keeping your arms pinned. “I like that.”
Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. Part of you still wanted to scream and run, but the feeling of her tongue on your neck, her body against yours, and the way she was looking at you — like she wanted to devour every inch — was making it really fucking hard to think straight.
Lara pulled back just enough to look at your face again. Her cheeks were slightly flushed now, eyes darker. She looked less irritated and more hungry.
“Tell me your name,” she said, voice husky. She rolled her thigh against your cock again, firmer this time, drawing a shaky breath out of you. “Or I can keep guessing while I taste more of you…”
Her tongue flicked out again, tracing your collarbone this time, dipping lower toward the neckline of your shirt. She was taking her time, savoring the way your body reacted even when your mouth was still trying to protest.
You were trapped between fear and heat, cock throbbing against her thigh, wrists still pinned above your head by this gorgeous ghost girl who definitely wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “Not until I get a better taste.”
She leaned in again, not a kiss but her hot tongue dragging slowly up the side of your neck. A long, deliberate lick that made your whole body tense. Your cock throbbed painfully hard in your shorts, the bulge pressed against her thigh as she kept you trapped there.
With her free hand, Lara tugged at the collar of your shirt, yanking it aside and tucking the fabric over your shoulder so more of your neck and collarbone were exposed.
She hummed in approval, then gave you another long, wet lick from the base of your neck all the way up to just below your ear, savoring the way you shivered.
“Mm… salty,” she whispered against your skin before latching on, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. She did it again, then again, marking a trail down your neck.
Your breathing was ragged, hips twitching involuntarily into her leg.
Lara pulled back slightly, eyes scanning lower. Without warning she used her free hand to tug down the thin strap of her own black dress, letting it slip off one shoulder.
Her full brown breast spilled out, nipple already hard in the cool air of the room. The sight made your mouth go dry.
She smirked at your reaction.
“Look at you… staring even while you’re scared.” She grabbed the back of your head with her free hand and pushed your face forward, pressing your mouth right against her bare breast. “Suck.”
You hesitated for half a second, but the way she rolled her hips against you again made you give in. Your lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder when she let out a soft pleased sound. Your tongue swirled around it as she held you there, guiding your head.
“Good…” Lara breathed, her head tilting back a little. She kept your wrists pinned with one hand while the other stayed tangled in your hair, encouraging you to keep suckling. “Keep going. Use your tongue more.”
While you worked on her breast, she returned to your neck — licking long stripes across your skin, sucking more hickeys into the freshly exposed areas. Every time her tongue dragged over you, your cock jumped against her thigh, leaking a little into your shorts.
Lara shifted, pressing her bare breast firmer against your mouth, smothering you slightly as she ground down harder on your bulge. The friction was driving you crazy. You moaned into her skin, the sound muffled.
She laughed softly, low and breathy. “You’re so hard...” Her hand finally left your wrists, but only so she could slide it down your body, palm dragging over your chest and stomach before cupping your bulge through your shorts.
She squeezed once, firm, making you groan louder around her nipple.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she muttered, almost to herself. Her fingers traced the outline of your cock teasingly before squeezing again. “I want to feel it properly soon…”
She tugged her dress lower on the other side too, letting her second breast spill free. Then she pulled your head over to the other one, pushing your face in. “Don’t stop. Suckle.”
Your hands were finally free, but you didn’t try to run this time. Instead they landed on her waist, gripping the black fabric of her dress as you obeyed, sucking and licking at her other nipple while she continued marking up your neck and shoulder with her tongue and teeth.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth on her breasts and both of your heavy breathing. Lara’s hips kept rolling against you, grinding on your thigh while her hand stroked your cock over your shorts, slow and teasing.
She was clearly enjoying how overwhelmed you were — flushed, marked up, desperately sucking on her tits while your cock strained for more attention.
Lara leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “You’re not scared anymore, are you? Not really… You like this.”
Her hand squeezed your cock again, thumb rubbing over the head through the fabric, spreading the wetness that had soaked through.
Her hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding you, while her other hand kept slowly palming your cock through your shorts. The fabric was already damp from how much you were leaking.
After a minute she gently pulled your head back, her breast slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. Her eyes were darker now, breathing a little heavier.
She looked at you for a second — flushed face, hickeys already blooming on your neck, obvious bulge straining in your shorts.
Without saying anything, she slowly sank down to her knees in front of you, the black slip dress shifting around her thighs. Her hands slid up your legs, then hooked into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down just enough to free your cock.
It sprang out, heavy and fully hard, the tip glistening. Lara’s eyes widened slightly, a small genuine smile tugging at her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base.
“Wow…” she murmured, almost under her breath. “You really are big.”
She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base all the way up to the tip in one long, wet stripe. Then she did it again, slower this time, tasting you properly. Your hips jerked forward on instinct and she pressed one hand against your stomach to keep you still against the wall.
Lara glanced up at you through her lashes. “Relax… I’ve got you.”
She circled her tongue around the head, licking away the precum before wrapping her lips around just the tip and sucking gently.
The wet heat of her mouth made your knees feel weak. She took her time, bobbing her head little by little, taking more of you with each slow movement while her tongue pressed flat against the underside.
One of her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit yet, twisting lightly at the base. The other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing every time she sucked a little harder.
You groaned, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. Your hand instinctively moved to her hair, not pushing, just holding on. Lara made a soft approving sound around your cock and took you deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she worked you.
She pulled off for a second, breathing warm air over your wet length as she stroked you steadily with her hand. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly, almost teasing. “Still scared? Or just really sensitive?”
Before you could answer she dipped back down, taking you into her mouth again, deeper this time. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking filled the quiet old study. She hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your cock and making your thighs tense.
Lara’s head moved faster now, smooth and confident, her dark hair swaying with the motion. Every so often she’d pull back to lick long stripes along the sides or swirl her tongue around the head before sliding back down.
She was clearly enjoying herself — the way she kept looking up at your face, watching every reaction you gave her.
Your breathing was getting messier, hips twitching whenever she sucked particularly hard. Lara noticed and pressed you firmer against the wall with her free hand, keeping control. She took you even deeper, until you could feel the back of her throat, then swallowed around you.
“Fuck—” you choked out, fingers tightening in her hair.
She pulled back with a wet gasp, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. Her hand kept stroking you, fast and slick.
“You taste good,” she whispered, voice a little rough. She licked her lips and went right back to it, sucking you with renewed focus, hollowing her cheeks and working her tongue along every sensitive spot she could find.
The pleasure was building fast. Between the fear from earlier, the adrenaline, and how insanely good her mouth felt, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Lara seemed to sense it too.
She moaned softly around your cock, the vibration making your toes curl, and doubled her efforts — head bobbing quicker, hand stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
She pulled off just long enough to murmur against your slick tip, “Go ahead… I want it.”
Then she sank back down, taking you as deep as she could, eyes locked on yours as she waited for you to fall apart.
You came hard with a broken groan, hips jerking against her face as thick spurts filled her mouth. Lara didn’t pull away. She swallowed around you, taking everything you gave her with soft, wet sounds, her throat working as she milked you through every pulse.
Even after you finished she didn’t stop right away — she kept sucking gently, tongue swirling to clean every inch, licking up the mess that had dripped down your shaft. When she finally pulled off, she gave one last long, slow lick from base to tip, making sure she got it all.
A small satisfied hum left her as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and licked that clean too.
You slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, legs shaky as hell. Your head was spinning — fear, pleasure, confusion all crashing together. You tried to catch your breath, eyes half-lidded, barely able to focus.
Lara stood up slowly, graceful as ever, her black slip dress still hanging off one shoulder, breasts exposed. She looked at you with a soft little smile, brushing her hair back like nothing crazy had just happened.
For a second everything felt almost… calm.
Then her face changed.
Her eyes went completely black — no whites, just endless dark voids. Her smile stretched too wide, unnatural, showing teeth that looked sharper than before.
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.
Her head tilted at a wrong angle, hair floating slightly like she was underwater again. The beautiful girl from moments ago was gone.
This was something else.
Something so fucking terrifying.
You froze, heart slamming against your ribs.
“What the—”
Your words died in your throat. Pure primal fear hit you like a truck. Your vision blurred at the edges, knees buckling.
You passed out cold for the second time that night, sliding down the wall until you hit the floor in a pathetic heap.
Lara’s scary expression dropped immediately. Her eyes returned to normal, the sharp teeth disappeared, and she blinked a couple times like she just realized what she’d done.
“Woopsie daisy…” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.
Then she started giggling. Quiet at first, then a little louder, the sound light and genuinely amused as she looked down at your unconscious body slumped on the dusty floor, shorts still pulled down, neck covered in her hickeys.
She crouched beside you again, tilting her head curiously. Her fingers hovered over your cheek for a second before she gently poked it.
“You’re really dramatic,” she muttered fondly, still giggling under her breath. “It’s cute though.”
Lara stayed there for a moment, watching you breathe, the playful ghost energy back in full force now that the scare was over. She fixed the strap of her black dress, covering herself again, and glanced toward the door like she was wondering if the noise had woken anyone else up.
synopsis: everyone except you seems to realize lara raj is in love with you. until, finally, she makes her attempt at winning your heart.
pairings: down bad!lara x f!reader
warnings: half smau, kms joke, swearing, reader is the 7th member of katseye, oblivious reader, katseye as wingwomen
now playing… 🎵 bad habit by steve lacy
no one has ever had lara raj like you. and yet, you had no clue.
the girl has been tripping over herself for months because of her crush on you. normally, lara is the nonchalant one. she rejects most people who ask her out and never seems interested in her exes.
however, she can’t seem to stop giggling when she’s around you.
everyone but you has noticed. manon caught on immediately, even before lara was fully aware herself. she noticed how lara looked at you longer than others, how she always seemed to forget her water bottle at your place.
sophia soon followed. no one is more attentive than her, but it didn’t take a detective to figure out lara’s sudden case of heart palpitations.
sophia went to megan, who quickly spilled the details to daniela and yoonchae. safe to say, no one in katseye could stop talking after seeing such a smitten miss raj.
there were two reasons you hadn’t realized it like the rest. for one, the five other kats made it ridiculously impossible for you to ask.
late-night talks? always diverted away from relationships. fan-made edits of the two of you? suddenly, those accounts were blocked from your feed—possibly by a latina who somehow had your passwords.
this was just their plan, though. they wanted lara to tell you herself. if someone had her this messed up, you had to hear it from her. not from the internet. not from dumb gossip.
the second reason had everything to do with you being oblivious to anything romantic.
you had always been pursued. still, it never crossed your mind that one of your members would see you that way. every one of them had seen you at your best and at your worst. was it dumb to think that someone wouldn’t still fall for you? yes—but you weren’t thinking like that.
and with the push of manon, lara finally decides to try winning you over.
it didn’t take long for manon to lay out her plan. first, she would bring you your favorite chocolates and tell you lara recommended them. after that, she would tease the idea of you liking lara to gauge your reaction. to top it off, she would make her friend seem like the best suitor you’d ever have.
there was just one problem with her plan, though. manon is severely obsessed with dumb romcoms, and it never occurred to her that this wasn’t another tv series with no consequences.
you immediately suspected the chocolates, and the reason she was suddenly so interested in talking about lara.
the girl was sweating buckets. for someone so cocky about being a wingwoman, she folded easily under pressure.
“she’s so pretty, isn’t she?” manon chuckles, flashing a forced, witty smile.
“of course, manz. what is this?”
she stumbles over her words as she backs toward the door. “uh—talk later, yeah?”
“wait, but—”
the door shuts before you can finish.
okay, now we’re getting somewhere.
not only did lara (mostly) craft this one on her own, but it’s also a huge step up from manon’s performance.
after she posts it, it becomes a cycle of constant refreshing. she reloads her viewers tab, waiting for your name to pop up. hell, if she got lucky, maybe a like too.
she bites at her nails impatiently in the comfort of sophia’s embrace.
“what if she doesn’t see—” but before her thoughts can take over, lara sits up at the buzz of a notification.
yn: didn't know u listened to ari???
of course, sophia breaks out into cheers, giggling and laughing for her friend. she acts as if she’s emoting over and over again, chanting, “yn and lara sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!”
and for once, sophia’s attempts at rage-baiting her fail. because lara is absolutely taken aback by you.
“okay, lara, just post it.” lara holds her finger over the post she curated just for you.
her face flushes with nervousness.
finally, she clicks it.
and when you see it, you can’t help but stare a little too long.
before you can realize it, you’ve already liked her post.
and of course, it only takes a beat before lara freaks out to herself. the moment that notification hits, she’s face-deep in her pillow, letting out a muffled scream.
yes, the two of you always interact online—you’re friends, and you’re members—but this feels different.
the next time lara makes an attempt at you is in the middle of tour.
before the minnesota stop, you and daniela are messing around backstage, both full of bliss and excitement.
“okayyyy,” she drags. “hold that pose.”
you smile as dani playfully flings the camera around you, getting a million angles. she stops after a bit and scrolls through them. “oh my god, yn, you look so good.”
you get up and wrap your arms around her as you peek over her shoulder, unable to stop yourself from giggling. she captured you perfectly.
“should i post this one?” you ask.
“are you kidding?” she turns to face you. “you’d be stupid not to.”
so once the show is over and you’ve decompressed, you pull out your phone to post. you slide a few other cute backstage photos in alongside your best one so you don’t look too desperate.
lara is one of the last members to see your post. she’s completely run down by the amount of joy she felt that night. she finally sees it after megan sends her a screenshot.
“oh my god,” she blurts, letting out a brief cough as she regains her composure in front of her family beside her.
you look incredible, and she knows it.
seeing you look so cool so effortlessly makes her brain short-circuit.
it doesn’t help that megan is egging her on.
it’s as if lara raj’s brain is repeating your name over and over, every other thought entirely blocked out.
hell, she even blocks out her own senses. she barely realizes she’s typed one of her craziest—and most public—comments on your post.
it isn’t a big moment for you. it’s just you, your phone, and the girl you think just might be into you.
after weeks of her hinting at it, it’s finally starting to click.
all the calls that last for hours, the small gifts passed back and forth, the inside jokes only the two of you understand—it wasn’t just coincidence or another strong bond between friends.
before you can finish the thought, another message appears on the screen.
no one has ever had lara raj like you. and this time, you finally know it.
i'll let your body decide (bestie!marzini && virgin!reader) cw: SMUT oral(reader receiving) fingering vibrator use tit fondling/sucking squirting FOURSOME
a/n: hehehehe
You felt awkward as hell sitting there while the girls talked about their love lives, hookups, relationships, the shit they'd done with men and women like it was normal conversation.
Manon was laughing into her drink, Lara wouldn't shut the fuck up, and Daniela kept adding little details that made everyone groan.
You just sat there quiet, curled up into yourself a little.
And then it hit you.
You'd never really done any of that. Never been intimate with anyone.
Never even had an orgasm.
Lara, squinting at you from across the couch. "Why are you so fucking quiet?"
Your face heated instantly. "I'm not."
"Yes you are," Daniela laughed. "You do that thing where you stare at the floor when you're uncomfortable."
Manon looked over at you then, softer than the other two. "Oh my god," she said slowly. "You've never—"
"Don't finish that sentence," you mumbled fast, already wanting to disappear.
That only made them lose it harder.
"Holy shit," Lara said, throwing her head back against the couch. "She's actually never had sex, how innocent are you?"
"I am not innocent," you shot back, embarrassed.
"Baby, you flinch when sex scenes come on TV," Daniela said.
"Because they're awkward!"
Manon laughed quietly beside you before nudging your shoulder. "There's literally nothing wrong with that, y'know."
You shrugged, picking at the sleeve of your hoodie. "I dunno. Listening to you guys talk about all this shit makes me feel fucking behind or something."
The room got quieter after that.
Daniela frowned immediately. "Behind who?"
"Yeah," Lara said. "There's not a deadline for this stuff."
Manon leaned her head against your shoulder for a second. "You're shy. That's all. Nobody cares."
You let out a small laugh. "You guys care enough to bully me about it."
"Obviously," Daniela said. "That's what best friends are for."
"Have you really never had sex?" Lara asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"I've also never..." you trailed off, suddenly unable to finish.
Manon squinted at you. "Never what?"
"Never had an orgasm," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper.
Lara laughed like she didn't believe you, but then got quiet when she realized you were being serious.
"Like you never even touched yourself?" Manon asked, her eyes wide.
You shook your head no.
"You don't have a vibrator or a sex toy?" Daniela asked.
"I mean I bought one, I haven't opened it," you said looking at the three girls.
Lara stared at you for a moment, then she smirked.
She whispered something into Manon's ear, the Swiss girl looked at her for a moment before whispering the same into Dani's ear.
Daniela smiled.
You wanted to know so badly what the fuck they were talking about.
"How about we take you to your room? It's a little embarrassing talking about this out here," Manon pulled you up from the couch by your hand and led you.
Daniela and Lara softly giggling behind you.
You were nervous.
"Where do you keep it?" Daniela asked.
"Keep what?" you said.
"The vibrator idiot," Lara said.
"Oh! It's under my bed... why?" you asked more nervous than before.
"No reason," Manon said getting on the floor to look for it.
Lara sat next to you and started stroking your hair.
"Found it!" Manon said holding it up.
"It's still in the packaging," Daniela said.
Lara snorted. "Were you scared to open it?" she asked you.
"A little," you said softly.
"Cute," Manon mumbled biting her lip.
"Why don't we help you use it?" Daniela said, getting closer to you.
You were confused. "What?" you asked.
"We help you use it? Like we help you cum," Lara said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"I..." You didn't know how to answer that. You've always found your friends attractive but you've never acted on it.
Too shy to.
But hearing this, it made you want them even more.
"We would never do something you don't want us to do," Manon clarified.
Dani and Lara nodded with her.
Your eyes flickered back and forth between them. "Ok," you said.
Dani squealed in excitement. "Ok lay down," Lara said, you did exactly as told.
"Can we take off her shorts?" Daniela asked Manon, the girl nodded.
"Keep her panties on, she's still a virgin," Manon smirked, and they laughed at you.
You covered your face in embarrassment.
Lara took your hands away. "Don't cover your face, we need to see it."
Dani took off your shorts.
"Aww these are cute," she said playing with your panties.
You squirmed. Lara unzipped your hoodie, only finding you wearing a bra.
She smirked. "No shirt? Wow for someone so 'innocent' I would've thought..." she teased.
You felt your face get hot. "Stop, I was changing when you guys came and I didn't know what else to wear," you said softly.
"A shirt," Dani said pinching your nipple through your bra.
That made you yelp.
"Dani not yet," Manon said.
She finally got the vibrator out of its packaging, she looked at the levels on it.
"Put it at the highest one," Lara said, with a sparkle in her eyes.
Your eyes shot to Lara.
Manon laughed. "We'll be gentle, I promise." Manon turned it on, the noise made your stomach get butterflies.
"Are you ready?" Manon asked softly. You nodded unsure.
She placed it on your clit, and you immediately closed your legs.
Daniela pried them open. "Don't close your legs," she said.
Lara was looking at your face the entire time.
She noticed you were biting your lip to not make noises.
"You can be loud, we won't judge you, I promise. It'll feel so much better if you just let us do what we want," Lara said, her hand caressing your face.
"Okay?" she said. You nodded.
You unbit your lip, and you heard noises come out of you, little whimpers and moans.
Daniela felt herself getting wet at the sound of that.
"Guys look," Manon called to the other two girls.
A wet mark was forming on your panties. "We barely did anything," Daniela said.
She felt her hand inching closer to your cunt, and she put her three fingers inside your panty to collect the precum.
You moaned.
"Dani," Lara said.
"What?" she said, licking it off her fingers.
Lara whispered something into Dani's ear, her eyes lit up. "Oh Manon, please can we?" Daniela asked the girl.
"Not yet," she said.
You started getting louder, a weird feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.
Lara started recording from her phone.
The vibrator hummed against your clothed clit.
Daniela started fondling your tits through the bra, rolling your nipples between her fingers.
"Please," you whimpered, not sure what you were begging for.
"What do you want, baby?" Manon asked, increasing the pressure of the vibrator slightly.
"I... it feels weird," you gasped. "Something's happening."
"That's the point, sweetheart," Lara smirked, still filming. "Let it happen."
Daniela leaned down and whispered in your ear, "We're going to make you feel so good. Better than you've ever felt before."
The pressure in your stomach intensified. Your back arched off the bed.
Manon firmly pressed the vibrator harder against your clit.
Daniela suddenly pulled your panties aside, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. "Fuck, you're so wet," she breathed.
The weird feeling intensified until it was almost painful. "I think... I think I need to pee," you panicked.
"That's not pee, baby," Lara laughed. "That's your orgasm coming. Don't fight it."
Manon moved the vibrator in small circles as Daniela slid a finger along your slit. "Please," you whimpered again.
"Please what?" Daniela teased.
"Please make me... make me..."
"Make you what?" Lara prompted, zooming in with her phone.
"Make me cum," you finally managed to say, your face burning with embarrassment and arousal.
Daniela smirked and slid a finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion.
"So tight," she murmured. "And all for us."
Manon increased the vibrator to its highest setting.
The intense vibrations sent shockwaves through your body.
Daniela added another finger, curling them inside you to hit that special spot.
"Oh god," you cried out, your hips bucking involuntarily. "It's too much!"
"No such thing," Lara said from behind the phone. "Take it."
The weird feeling in your stomach suddenly exploded.
Your vision went white as your body convulsed.
A gush of fluid sprayed from your pussy, soaking the bed and Daniela's hand.
"Fuck yes," Manon cheered. "There it is!"
You collapsed against the bed, panting heavily, completely spent.
But the girls weren't done with you yet.
"Round two," Daniela grinned, she didn't hesitate.
She lowered her head between your trembling thighs, her hot breath ghosting over your sensitive, soaked flesh.
"I've wanted to taste you for so long," she murmured before her tongue flattened against your clit.
You cried out, your body jerking from the overstimulation.
It was too much, but you never wanted it to stop.
Lara shifted, putting her phone down on the nightstand, still recording.
"My turn," she said, leaning over you.
She unhooked your bra with one hand, freeing your breasts.
Her mouth immediately latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard while her hand rolled the other between her fingers.
The dual sensations of Daniela's tongue flicking relentlessly against your clit and Lara's wet mouth on your tit had you seeing stars again.
Manon moved to kneel by your head.
She looked down at you, her eyes dark with lust as she watched her two friends devour your body. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," she said, her voice husky.
She leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, swallowing your moans.
You felt the bed shift and glanced over to see Manon had slipped her own hand between her legs.
She was rubbing her clit in tight circles, her breath hitching as she kissed you.
The sight of her getting off to your pleasure sent another jolt of arousal through you.
Daniela was eating you out like a woman starved, her tongue delving into your entrance, fucking you with it before returning to your swollen clit.
She slid two fingers inside you, curling them to find that spot again that made you see white.
"Fuck, Dani, right there," you gasped against Manon's lips.
Lara released your nipple with a wet pop.
"She's gonna make you squirt again, isn't she?" she said, her voice filled with wicked delight.
She bit down gently on your other nipple, making you yelp.
Manon broke the kiss, her own breathing heavy as she worked her fingers faster.
"I'm so close watching you," she panted, her forehead resting against yours.
"Cum for us again, baby. Let her make you cum."
The pressure was building again, impossibly fast.
Daniela's fingers pumped in and out of you, her tongue working your clit mercilessly.
Lara's teeth scraped against your sensitive nipple.
Manon's desperate whimpers in your ear as she chased her own orgasm.
"I... I can't," you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets.
"Yes you can," Daniela demanded, her voice muffled by your pussy. "Give it to me."
The coil in your stomach snapped.
Your back arched off the bed as another orgasm tore through you, even more intense than the first.
You screamed as you squirted again, drenching Daniela's face and the bed beneath you.
At the same time, Manon cried out, her body shuddering as she came against her own hand.
Lara watched you both, a triumphant smirk on her face as she finally released your now bruised nipple.
You collapsed, completely boneless, your body twitching with aftershocks.
Daniela slowly licked you clean before crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste your own release.
Manon collapsed beside you, her chest heaving, and Lara snuggled up on your other side.
"See?" Daniela murmured against your lips. "Told you we'd make you feel good."
