— A Daniela Avanzini x Street Racer Fem!Reader. Part 4.
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warning(s): THIS ONE HAS SMUT (MDNI), nothing super explicit as I'm rusty with smut, first time writing for Katseye (potential mischaracterization?). Temporary ending to this series.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• : After Dark by Mr Kitty.
Nothing else mattered in that moment but Daniela, you and the view.
From the top of the hill the view was scenic, strong streetlights standing tall and flashing lighting the vast empty space. Even ground perfect to park a car, lie on the hood and observe the picturesque town shining bright at night, the view of the Amusement park to break up the mundane view — vivid neons, funny rides and all around a feeling of child-like wonder emanating from it, like it always lured out the adult stress and brought that inner child.
Stories untold but written on the empty pathways of the park, just like usually busy streets — all quiet now, resting in solitude.
From the moment you pulled over here and parked, to this very moment of you and Daniela in the back of that pickup truck, sitting and silently looking at the stars and at the slumbering life in front of you, you could see she was delighted. The curly haired singer was a global popstar, yet she (like you, like I) must enjoy the quiet view sometimes. Stare at the same sky and imagine what life outside of herself must be like, to put herself in the shoes of others, to observe without thinking, just people watching — one of life’s underrated pleasures. You felt connected to her in that moment, seeing the same view you were familiar with, yet still fascinated by it.
Grounded in reality, feeling the pressure to speak and present herself lifted from her shoulders as she admired the random car cruising by in the distance, arriving home, leaving home, or the group of drunken adults (or teens) stumbling out of the bar to hop into another joint that would dare to serve them more drinks. Lights flickering on, some flicker off to never turn back on, others never turned off — it’s all a look into a life that’s alien to her.
A view the city can never give her, a moment to stop and reflect.
In that reflective silence came the absentminded question. “Why do you race?”
Your eyes slowly broke from the lulling view of the town to her, sitting there with the most peaceful smile you’ve ever seen. Light hazel eyes glistening with the gleam of wonderment, still lost in the voyeuristic thoughts and scenarios of the life of others. Here she wasn’t Daniela the popstar asking, she was Daniela. A young woman who was deeply curious of her companion for the night, looking past the mask of a reckless street racer and looking right at the person you were — whoever you were.
Deeply breathing in, you simply answered. “It feels good,” that wasn’t a good enough answer, but it was a start to help you vocalize that deep feeling in your gut. “It feels good to be in control,” the sentence heavy with meaning for those who can pluck it from its simple wording.
Daniela pondered that for a second, adjusting in her seat to turn her body to face you a bit. “Even if it’s dangerous?”
Nod, nod. “I think the danger makes it addictive,” you chuckled a little, then finished. “I trust myself to not fail myself.”
Daniela seemed to like that one. Trusting one’s self to get out of any situation. It didn’t occur to you that such a thing applied to their situation. “What if it goes wrong one day?”
A little shrug. “We’ll all end up going wrong one day, I am no longer afraid of it.”
Such a facile view, yet it resonated with her. A life of strict focus on her dream seldom allowed for venturing and making mistakes. Something she herself would admit to you. “I don’t regret following my dream, but… sometimes I feel so fenced in,” she made the gesture, embodying the vibe of just a girl talking about her problems rather than the goddess of a popstar.
Your eyes were so fixed on her now, not daring to pull away or interrupt.
“I think that’s why I like my car. I like speed, I like that sense of thrill it brings, like… for a second I’m all I depend on,” she mused, back slumping, totally relaxed.
“You are in a girl group, so you feel like… your mistake—.”
“Falls on all of them, exactly,” she nodded enthusiastically. “But I want to do something and be solely responsible for it. I want to explore the wilder side of life.”
That made all the sense in the world. From her choice to go to the meet-up to this very moment with a total stranger she found good looking.
“That’s why you’re here, right?” You smiled, head tilting. “You wanna just… make a reckless choice and take the risk.”
“Yeah! Before I have to leave I want to do… something stupid.”
You had to chuckle a little bit. “I’m something stupid?”
Daniela rapidly shook her head. “No! No!” And such a reaction made you laugh a bit more and it made her chuckle at how silly she must have looked. When that laughter died down, that’s when she spoke with honesty. “You seem like one of the best risks I can take.”
Somehow, that made your heart beat faster, warmth flushing your cheeks a little.
“I’ll trust myself tonight.”
Silence, eyes locked. That glimmer in her eyes was the stuff of romantic legends, something you could only imagine to see in a movie, but the fondness in them was real. You didn’t know it, but in your own eyes she found herself lost in the eager adulation of them. A lot of words and feelings to be expressed, but none of it would satisfy that strong itch within the two of you. Not with the way Daniela’s body suddenly moved, like if she had unleashed her own little beast within. Hands now steady, grabbing you possessively by the back of your neck and keeping you in place. Butter smooth lips landed rather harshly on yours for a fervid, but quick kiss that you could barely process before she pulled away to look at the expression of your face. One of confusion, eyes widened in surprise, but suddenly transformed to a giddy smile and mischievous eyes.
A look she soon had, too.
Straddling you and settling on your lap, she cradled your face with both of her hands; her lips floated just inches away from yours, thumb caressing your skin — feeling the subtle smudge where Lara kissed you and caressing it tenderly, not jealous but curious of when it happened, when did she mark you with the stamp of approval. A little detour, nails lightly grazing that spot before she placed her own lips atop that mark, not overwriting it but tacitly appreciating it. Your own hands, usually polite and kept to yourself, now grabbed her by the hips.
Fingertips squeezed flesh, palms kneading, your chest puffing and breathing in her aroma sharply — yearning so evident in your hands, in the shaky breath that dared to escape you, in the way your eyes glistened looking into hers, but not daring to let this slow steady rhythm turn frantic. Not tonight, you needed to relish on this. Tenderly brushing noses, Daniela was almost shaking with need to kick this up a notch but she waited, knowing that a time like this was one to savor. A once in a lifetime event where the planets have aligned to give her such a chance to take a risk and not pay the price of it.
Want was evident, yet her soft voice still bubbled out. “Is this okay?”
A sweet question of consent, which you replied with an evident nod and a hum to accompany it; your hands traveling up along her back, fingers trailing her clothed back, open palm, and subtle pushing her closer to you.
Her response was measured in the soft giggle, the soft shift, and the feeling of her thumb’s tip trailing across your lips, feeling it under her skin as if to check if it was real – if this was all real. In a gesture of cheekiness, you softly trapped her thumb between your lips, bringing a honey-coated giggle out of her before letting it go. Tension released from both of your bodies in the shape of playful giggles, the curiosity and desire of exploring each other a force stronger than the awkwardness of a first time together. Warmth emanating from the two of you and keeping the early morning chill at bay.
Following the lulling call of need, she finally closed that distance between the two of you to engulf you in a proper kiss. Pace tender and slow, but soon overwhelmed with passion and firmness. Savoring delectable lips tasting of sweet wildness, your hands held onto her for dear life like you couldn’t fathom not having her with you, her fingers slithering down and out to wrap her arms around your neck. Heads tilting, Daniela had the rhythm and you had the lead — the swing so natural to her, soft muffled moans so melodic it could put music to shame, vibrating against your lips so exquisitely it brought fast and furious blush all over from your cheek to your ears and maybe beyond.
Awashed with heat, malleable to her desires, you so simply followed her every tacit command.
Soon tables turned with you half on top, her back sprawled across the back of the truck, her sensual figure adulated by your hands. Every curve and valley of her now half-naked body committed to memory, fingertips curiously tracing every inch, pressing into the skin tenderly to feel its texture, its softness, tiny imperceptible blemishes and moles all appreciated with soft caresses that tickled her just right, making her giggle but never push you away too far. Your lips didn’t slack for a second, peppering slow kisses along her pulse. Feather smooth brushes with your nose and tender suckles to follow, breathing into her scent and hypnotized by the way she smelled of creamy goodness, lavish and fresh.
Oh to be adored the way she was, that was something she hardly ever physically felt. Adulations from a distance were one thing, but to truly be worshipped like this was different. Every kiss landing right into her soft heart, every caress like it tickled just right; her own hands unable to stop from its inquisitive search to figure you out. Long nails raking along your back, however it may be, finding it to be beautiful; scratching lightly and playfully along the way just to watch you shudder deliciously in her presence — the fearless street racer a puddle of putty under her tender care. A lovingly simple kiss to your head as you worked your magic, a tender caress to match, Daniela couldn’t help but to love the little details of you. Just as you had memorized every inch of her body (even the insecurities she saw as unattractive, which you seemed to wash with the same care and attention), she memorized yours as she could. Every bump, every mole, every little piece of your personal history, everything. Not because it was perfect, but because it was natural perfection. One she doesn’t get to enjoy this close so often, one she feels honored to get familiar with.
To get to know each other’s softness was a privilege, to massage the soft mound of a goddess like her an opportunity you didn’t pass even if she apologized for there not being a lot to grab. Nubs tenderly flicked, reassurances softly spoken, and a tender kiss to seal the deal of it as you tugged and played with its sensitivity, measuring her moans to know just how to maneuver her, listening to her soft pleas to down there.
And like a good partner, you listened, slipping down the baggy sweats to reveal the audacious choice of not carrying underwear – like she had made up her mind long ago about you and simply needed the push. Hands kneading thighs possessively, kisses sprinkled across the sensitive area of her inner thighs. Breath hitched up on her throat, anticipating with a fast beating heart what was about to happen — then her lips met yours, and that breath came out in a sighed out moan. Release, sweet tender pleasure in the shape of a smooth warm wave washing over her, spreading from the very core to the tip of her fingers.
Wetness met hunger, tongue licking and flicking every inch to seek for those sweet spots to exploit; hands never ceasing their journey to caress, fondle and appreciate what words could hardly describe. Famished licking transformed into greedy suckles as the heat started to rise, as those moans went from soft sighs to higher pitch pleas for more — from careful to careless, her once contained demeanor was now reckless. Legs wide for you to devour with nothing to stop you, hands grasping whatever they could to hold steady from the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, back slowly arching more and more as the warmth in her gut built to its zenith. A zenith you delayed by playfully pulling away, kissing around and relishing in the dulcet tones of her whining for you to get back at it. Just to hear the way she moaned your name, just to hear that rapid breath and to feel that goddess of a woman contort under your work.
Until you couldn’t delay it, latching onto her sensitive nub and giving steady suckles and licks, feeling her legs tense so hard. Her hand found yours and held it tightly, as if to brace herself for what powerful wave was coming her way, not knowing if she’d be able to hold herself in place anymore. An arm wrapped atop her lower stomach, keeping her steady as you tirelessly savored every inch of her warm pussy, your other hand caressing the tightly gripping hands of her.
Over the edge, Daniela came undone.
Legs shaking, moans nearly echoing and leaping over the hill, making your heart sing like it’s never done before. Unable to even control her body, she trusted you to keep her in place — and so you did, letting her relish every nanosecond of that explosive pleasure. From the highest peak down to the low aftermath where all that was left was a panting, exhausted body that lightly twitched here and then.
A drunken smile of shock and delight came to her face, a soft giggle soon following. “F-fuck,” she gasped out, feeling her body not respond to her commands.
And like a good partner, you crawled back up, brought that barely coherent sweetheart to your chest, and let her ride that blissful aftermath in silence.
Heavy duty blanked atop both of your resting bodies, the remnants of last night still burning hot in the shape of wild kisses and careful touches. Steady breath hardly disturbed the morning birds' song and the fresh wind’s howling. Her naked body covered more than yours, your arm protectively holding her close while she subconsciously cuddled closer, comfortable with your scent and presence — enough to sleep fully naked, enough to be vulnerable when her eyes fluttered open.
First, like a clockwork, your eyes peeled awake sharply on the hour, just as the gray cloud lightly covered the soon-to-rise sun, the horizons just painted a fresh blue. Quietly and without moving an inch you simply checked Daniela was still in your arms, then admired the look of the town slowly coming back to life after a long wild night, the amusement park yet to start its circus. A few minutes, you felt a small stir and a soft little hum, a sign of life.
“Morning, lady,” your sleep-crusted voice a deeper tone than usual, fully relaxed.
So relaxed Daniela felt its vibration on your chest, akin to the purring of a cat, but didn’t spring awake at the realization. Instead, a soft lazy smile tugged her lips. Her eyes adjusted, barely able to keep open for long before they closed again. Still conscious, she greeted back. “Morning,” shuffle, shuffle, huddling closer. Not a thought crossing her mind but how good she felt, how happy she was she took the risk.
Your hand idly caressed her back, a languid rhythm in tandem to the vibe of the morning, your voice simple flowing atop it. “Slept well?”
“Better than I have these past few days,” she admitted, her voice also low and relaxed, limbs limply grabbing more of the blanket and covering her body with it.
“Are you cold?” You asked with slight concern, about to start moving to accommodate her.
“Don’t you dare,” she said softly, barely a mumble, above a whisper, as she pushed you back on your spot and cuddled as close as she could to you. “Just two more minutes…”
It made you chuckle, but also realize the coming reality. Lips still tasting that sweet nectar, the fragrance of her hair one that you would have to bid farewell soon, the comforting presence of her smile sure to go with it. She wasn’t just playfully begging for two more minutes to be lazy, she was pleading for two more minutes of otherworldly comfort, where nothing mattered. Two more minutes with you, before life dragged her back to its hectic clutches. So you relented, just holding her close and enjoying the seconds, the nanoseconds, committing this feeling to memory.
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