At the Mnet Asian Music Awards (MAMA), the lines between legacy and rising power blur. TWICE’s maknae, Y/n, Vietnamese-Chinese, 5’9, born and raised in Canada is no stranger to the spotlight. With a solo album, lead acting roles, and a modeling portfolio that reshaped beauty standards, she’s known not just for her success, but for her duality: graceful and kind, yet blunt, sharp, and impossible to read. A gentle woman with a silver tongue, one who can comfort or cut with the same smile.
Sophia Laforteza of KATSEYE moves differently. Grounded, quiet, guarded. She’s captivating in silence, intense on stage, and unreadable in between. She doesn’t chase attention; attention finds her. Unbothered by idol games and immune to superficial charm, she has little patience for anything that feels fake. Radiant and sharp-tongued main singer with a reputation for being untouchable.
When the two cross paths backstage, it starts small. A glance. A challenge. A comment not easily forgotten. They’re not supposed to talk, much less feel anything, but curiosity bleeds into tension, and tension into something neither of them can name. In stolen moments away from the cameras, something rare begins to bloom. A shared moment under stage lights turns into secret coffee dates, late-night practice room rendezvous, and whispered conversations in quiet hallways.
But in an industry where image is everything and secrets are currency, how long can they afford to play with fire? With strict dating bans, fan scrutiny, and their careers hanging in the balance, the line between love and loyalty begins to blur. Will they fight for something real in a world built on image, or walk away before it destroys everything?
Sneak Peek
Sneak Peek 2
Introduction to characters:
Twice 1
Twice 2
Katseye 1
Katseye 2
Coming Soon!!
Masterlist
(This series is in the second one, link is at the bottom of this one 🙂↕️)
⤷ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 slight loser!manon, g!pm, sub!m, oral (m receiving), praise+degration kink, use of y/n, use of baby
𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: fem!reader x g!p manon
𝘸𝘤: 600+
𝙖𝙣: hi first time writing smut if it sucks please dont come for me 💔
You’d been at the mall for hours, drifting in and out of stores until something caught your eye. A maroon, leather corset that frayed slightly at the bottom. Manon noticed the way your eyes lit up when you saw it.
“Try it on.” She suggested, smiling. She’d been following you around like a lost puppy all day, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little intoxicating.
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The lights in the fitting room were a little too bright– the tension between you and Manon doubling when you lifted your shirt over your head, the fabric landing somewhere behind you. You turned to Manon, holding the corset up in a silent ask for help, though you couldn’t see the way her hands shook when tying the lace. When she was done, you spun around, excited.
She lingered in the background, hands in her hoodie pockets, trying (and failing) to look nonchalant.
“You like it?” you asked, stepping closer towards her, watching her cheeks heat up when you looked at her.
“You look beautiful.” she choked out, throat dry, hands restless in her lap. She’d been fidgety all day, and you didn't know what for.
But when you caught her reflection in the mirror, you realized why. Manon sat on the bench, knee bouncing as she tried to cover the growing bulge in her pants.
“Hey Bannerman, you doing okay down there?” you teased, savoring the way her body reacted. She rolled her eyes, though you couldn’t ignore the way her shoulders tensed.
“Y/n…” she whispered, voice wavering, her breath hitching when you took a step closer to her.
“What? You need some help with that?” You cooed, kneeling in front of her, hands tracing small circles into the fabric of her sweats.
“Yes–please” She muttered, voice cracking. You hummed in response, tugging gently at the waistband of her sweats, pulling her boxers down with them. You let them drop, pooling at her ankles. Her cock sprang up, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock, beginning to stroke her length slowly. She groaned, tipping her head back.
“You want someone to hear you baby?” You purred, jerking your hand around her cock faster.
“No –fuck– please don’t stop” Manon moaned, grasping for anything to hold on to. To her protest, you pulled your hand away, making Manon whine at the lack of contact, before your mouth was on her. You licked her length, sucking gently when you reached the tip. Manon’s back arched, exhaling sharply.
“Fuck–Y/n,” Manon moaned, hands scrambling to your hair, tugging gently at the roots. You dragged your tongue around her slowly, tracing every curve on her cock until she was shaking above you. She moaned, voice faltering when you quickened your rhythm, sucking and licking with care. Your hands found the parts of her cock you couldn’t reach with your mouth, wrapping and squeezing the base.
“Oh my–” Manon whimpered, hips jerking up involuntarily, her dick throbbing deep in your throat.
“I’m gonna come,” She groaned, her breaths coming in quick, broken gasps. You hummed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. You feel her stiffen, sucking in a sharp breath as she let go, releasing into your mouth with one final thrust of her hips. You fucked her through it, her orgasm coming in wave after wave until she was trembling beneath you. Your mouth stayed on her, only pulling away when she was sensitive.
“So good…” You said, “You’re always so behaved for me.”
“Only for you,” Manon muttered, worn out from her high. Smiling, you kissed her, the taste of her lingering on your tongue.
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Later, you walked out of the mall, the corset folded neatly in a bag, and if anyone asked why it already had a stain on it, you pretended not to hear them.
𝙖𝙣: this is actually so ass schools pissing me off but im trying to be consistent with my updates 😣 also replacing d4vid with kai cenat in this story for (obvious) reasons. God ts makes no senseeee
She answered on the fifth ring. Poki picked up the phone, your face illuminating her screen.
“Y/n?”
“Dude… it’s friday,” You sighed, mock annoyed at your friend for forgetting your call. You watched her face drop when she realized, covering her mouth.
“I’m sorry Y/n– I’m on a live, can I call you later?”
“Nooo let her stay,” someone whined in the background, your confusion growing with every passing second. Poki’s told you time and time again how much she hates doing lives with others, complaining whenever her management gave her collaborations.
“Since when do you do duo lives?” You smiled, half joking, only to be cut off by another new voice.
“There’s more of us”
“Okay…” You laughed, “How many of you are there?”
“Like six or seven, eight if you count Kai,” Hearing his name, Kai shuffled towards the frame, waving a quick hello before disappearing again.
“So,” you started, “am I hearing voices, or are there actual people behind the screen?”
“Okay guys,” Poki sighed, “the jigs up.. You can come out now.” Like clockwork, six girls shot up from behind the table Poki was sitting at.
You recognized them immediately, the Katseye girls standing awkwardly on the screen.
“Oh?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Poki said, running a hand through her hair. “Megan ruined it.”
Megan froze, mouth open. Lara, ever the instigator, laughed, muttering about how she wouldn't have let that slide.
“Um anyways, Y/n, this is Katseye, Katseye, this is Y/n” Kai spoke, chuckling at the chaos.
"Hi," You muttered, sheepish, "I stream sometimes."
“I know,” Manon said, “I watch them all the time.” You froze, the heat of her confession enough to make you forget your train of thought. Manon's ears burned, heat trickling up her neck when she realized what she'd said.
“I mean– I see clips of them and stuff on TikTok,” She blurted, her hands restless in her lap. Daniela, entertained at Manon’s expense, muttered a single ‘smooth’, being flipped off by the latter.
The chat was eating it up.
mickeylol: not y/n blushing…omg
user1004567: wait i ship
junk049: yall ship everyone gtfo
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The live carried on, Megan asking the chat their opinions on aegyo, Sophia blasting the Wicked soundtrack, claiming the movie’d changed her life. You stayed quiet for the most part, chiming in when someone said something funny, unnoticing the way Manon stared, eyes flicking to you every few minutes.
Yoonchae, determined to annoy Sophia, snuck up behind her, startling her, the sound she made enough to pull chuckles from several of her group members.
“Lol,” Manon muttered, completely focused on Megan's hair, braiding it in tight knots. Lara’s jaw dropped. You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh.
“Did you just…say ‘lol’ out loud?” Yoonchae asked, giggling. Dani was doubled over, her cackles echoing off the walls. Manon groaned, dropping her face into her hands.
“God,” She muttered, “take me now.”
At this point, you had tears in your eyes, stomach hurting just from laughing.
“So…on that note, i think we'll end the live…” Poki said, chuckling, watching the chat say their goodbyes to different members, the girls waving as the stream ended.
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Once the camera was off, the mood shifted into something more playful– if that was even possible– several of the girls mocking Sophia’s earlier comment, the latter groaning in response.
“Sorry I couldn’t surprise you the way I wanted,” Poki sighed, carrying her phone into the other room to talk.
“I had fun Poki, I liked this.” You replied, trying to reassure your friend.
“I love you Y/n, happy birthday”
“I love you too Poki.” You said, waving before the call ended.
