a game with your friends turns into something a lot more deadly when your girlfriend decides to play with you instead.
warnings: 18+ smut mdni, masc & gp!reader, horny!dani, pwp, use of 'daddy' once at the end because she's the biggest tease
word count: 1087
author's note: i do NOT play cod idk what im talking ab in this fic icl
"check your corners, man," you groan into your headset, as megan gets shot again.
"i hate this fucking game!" she rages into your ear, and you hear the familiar smashing of her keyboard. you wince at the mic feedback. theatrically, blood splatters onto your screen from your partner's gruesome death.
"that was an avoidable death," you mutter as you reload your gun, firing and finishing off the enemy.
"yeah, since it's soo fucking easy, why don't you just carry our team next round," megan taunts with that lilt in her tone that tells you it's a challenge. well, you were never one to back down.
"alright, loser," you respond easily, adjusting your headset. time to lock the fuck in, you say internally, but a soft hand on your shoulder makes you jump.
"what you playin', baby?"
you turn briefly to be greeted with the sight of your girlfriend dressed in one of your band tees, about two sizes too large on her, manicured nails tracing the back of your neck.
instinctively, your hand reaches out to squeeze at her waist, a smile taking over your face. "black ops," you respond, half-focused on the screen, but daniela's eyes never leave your face. "i gotta show megan how much she sucks, then i'll be with you, baby."
megan's infuriated response gets lost in translation as daniela leans down, a soft hand tilting your chin up, sealing your lips in a breathtaking kiss. you sigh into the kiss, game momentarily forgotten.
"babe," you mumble as you pull away first, dani regarding you with a cocked brow. "five minutes, okay?" you ask softly.
"five minutes my fuckin' ass," megan interrupts loudly, and you nearly jump. "can you stop whoring out for your girl for one moment, because you're literally about to die."
"shit!" you curse, swivelling around to see that you're on critically low health. for the next minute, you're fending for your life, managing to steal a kill somewhere in between.
a movement next to you catches your attention momentarily, and you freeze when you see your girlfriend literally crawl under your gaming desk. "dani," you warn, but she settles on her knees between your legs, humming playfully.
against your will, the sight makes your cock twitch in your boxers, and daniela has a second sense for these things, because she smiles devilishly as she strokes the growing bulge in your pants.
"something wrong, baby?" she asks, batting her lashes, and you swallow tightly, throat drying up. this was a challenge. and oh, you were once again so susceptible.
you clench your jaw, looking back up at the screen, continuing the game. you spot the first enemy ducking behind a pile of rubble, and a clean headshot ends their brief lifespan.
daniela's face hovers dangerously close, and you swear you can feel her hot breath fanning your eager member.
with a lot more difficulty, you get up the stairs to sneak in on the enemy hideout, tanking some hits as your girlfriend rakes her nails down your tensed thighs. third kill.
just as you adjust uncomfortably in your seat, daniela wickedly tugs your boxers down fully, and you can't help the gasp that tears from your throat as your erect cock is suddenly freed.
your girthy length nearly slaps your girlfriend in the face. angrily red at the tip with veins protruding down to the base, daniela licks her lips with unbridled hunger.
"you okay?" megan asks, crackling over your headset.
"y-yeah." you answer with no lack of strain in your voice, a detail that doesn't go unnoticed by daniela.
as you aim for your final kill on the round, through the lens of your sniper, daniela wraps her molten-hot mouth around your tip.
you shoot. you miss.
"you suck!" megan roars, stealing your kill, while daniela actually sucks, sucks you off like she means it.
and she probably did, as you defeatedly slam your mute button down, throwing your head back as inch after inch disappears down your girlfriend's throat.
with only slight struggle, daniela hollows her cheeks and fully bottoms out on your cock. you can feel her throat constricting as your blunt head pushes deep.
she gags deliciously, eyes watering as your hand on the back of her head holds her head in place. daniela's nails dig into your thigh
"good girl," you sigh, spreading your legs wider to accommodate your girlfriend.
when she starts moving, head obediently bobbing up and down on your length, you fall into an abyss of pleasure.
all too soon, you're approaching your high at a dangerously fast pace, edged on by dani's insistent movements. you throw your head back as the orgasm hits.
"fuck!" you growl, as your girlfriend's lips wrap around your base, her nose pressing against your skin. your arch up, knees hitting the desk, and daniela's mouth follows. pulsations of your white liquid heat get swallowed down by her willing throat, pure tightness enveloping your every need.
"shit, shit, fuck," you groan, bending forward as the pleasure coils up in your lower belly, aftershocks rippling through your body.
with a slick 'pop' sound, daniela pulls back, looking up at you through lowered eyelids.
she looks like aphrodite incarnate, except in a downright scandalous state of debauchery: her pink-flushed cheeks still slightly hollowed out, lips parted but connected with a string of her saliva and your load, dark irises blown so wide that her hypnotising eyes look almost all black.
"look at the mess you've made, daddy," daniela purrs provocatively, hand still slowly pumping your girthy length, leaning forward to place a tender kiss on your swollen cockhead.
"mhm, all for you, princess" you answer lazily, grinning back a sleazy smile like you hadn't just finished deep down your girlfriend's throat.
you loosen your grip on her hair, briefly sagging into your chair. your still-hardened length seems to have other ideas, responding beautifully to daniela's relentless ministrations.
a notification ping causes you to look up at your computer, the game long lost and forgotten.
@m_skiendiel987 [9.12pm] ??? dude whered u go
@m_skiendiel987 [9.12pm] u lost btw :P
@m_skiendiel987 [9.19pm] ok i get it
@m_skiendiel987 [9.27pm] say hi to dani for me
@m_skiendiel987 [9.35pm] still?? UGH u lucky fucking bastard
you smirk, fingers flying over the keyboard to fire back a quick response. and then, you willingly get dragged away by your devastatingly, enchantingly, femme-fatale-esque girlfriend. to the bedroom, of course, where more sinful debauchery was sure to ensue.
@ilovemygffinalboss [9.38pm] ill text u tmr lil bro
@m_skiendiel987 [9.38pm] FUCK YOU
okk first katseye fic for miss daniela avanzini
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c/w, tags: cockwarming/strapwarming, her strap is referred to as a cock a few times. reader is really whiny. softdom!lara, sub!reader. not in tumblr format. really short drabble. not proofread🥸
wc: ~700
You don’t know how much longer you could hold on.
It had been nearly an hour at this point, Lara seated at her desk in the studio, working on some song you couldn’t focus on for the life of you.
It was hard to focus with her strap buried inside you, unmoving except for the slow grind of your hips. Your cunt clenching around the intrusion, like it was unsure if it was trying to pull it deeper or push it out.
The stretch burned in the best way, and your nails dug harder into her shoulders. She didn’t dignify your needy whines with a response, too focused on her task, but her hand did find your thigh, stilling your movements.
You moaned low in her ear as she pressed you down, the feeling of her strap stuffed into you completely almost too much to bear.
“Lara.. Please.” Your face pressed into the crook of her neck as the needy whimper escaped you, you could hear her still tapping away on her laptop, but you needed her, now. She just sighed, ignoring you even as you pleaded.
You couldn’t help yourself, your hips started a slow grind against her, the tip of the strap slid against that spongy spot deep inside you, and the pleasure had you keening out.
“Can’t you be patient for once?” Her voice was low and dangerous, like she was genuinely pissed off, but it didn’t slow you down, if anything— it only spurred you on. You lifted your hips just ever so slightly, before dropping back down, grinding down hard once she was buried to the hilt again.
“No.. I can’t. Fuck, need you so bad.” Your words were desperate, face pressed against the side of her neck now, lips pressing open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin there.
Lara let a low groan out at the feeling, the combination of the strap grinding down against her clit as you rode her, and your lips pressed against her neck felt too good for her to pretend to be unaffected anymore.
“Always so desperate for me.” *She moaned low in her throat, her hands finding your hips to set the pace, pulling you up and down her strap slowly, making sure you felt every single inch stretch your walls as you were pulled back down on her.
“Yes! You feel so good.” You said between nips at her neck, voice breathless, as each time her strap filled you again it pushed the breath from your lungs.
Her hand left your hip, and found your clit instead, slowly circling it with just enough pressure to have you crying out. Her hips started to rock up into you, and you felt yourself near your peak.
“Close.” You whined against her ear, “Don’t stop, just like that.” Each thrust of her hips drew a cry from your lips, you could hear the soft groans start to leave her too, She was more affected than she ever let on.
“So fucking good, gonna soak my cock, baby?” She husked into your ear, her pace never changing, she ground you down harder against the base, though— the pressure was perfect against her clit, bringing her closer to her climax.
Her words were enough for you, tipping over the edge with a shuddering cry of her name, the sound resounding off the walls of the studio, nails dragging down her arms, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. You ground down at the base as you rode out your orgasm, and it was enough to push Lara over too.
She came with her teeth gritted, a low groan as her cunt clenched around nothing. Her head tipped back against the headrest of her chair, the long expanse of her marked neck exposed.
Your cunt pulsed around her, slick gushing out around the strap. She refocused on you just enough to lift you up, and see where her cock glistened with your release.
“Damn.” She was practically rendered speechless, the sight of your swollen, soaked cunt pulsing around her was something she wanted engraved in her mind forever.
You pulled off of her strap, release leaking down your thighs as you just settled in her lap instead, facing her laptop.
That’s when you noticed the red blinking light and the microphone icon on the laptop, you turned to her in disbelief. “Did you record that?” Your voice was low, trying to sound demanding.
Lara just smiled, a toothy grin that showed off every one of her sparkling tooth gems. She shrugged, “Needed something new to sample.”
我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ◌ ۪ contents. lara raj x fem! katseye member! reader, katseye au, nsfw, having a strap in while on live what could go wrong??
notes. ts is pretty nasty my apologies.. got the live idea from this post by @yameoto / and some of the user comments are inspired by the lovely @sillymommy6969
the phone is balanced high on the desk, angled just enough to frame lara raj sitting on the edge of presumably her gaming chair, with you delicately perched on her lap. body angled toward the camera like you’re just cuddled close, her arm wrapped loosely around your waist, the view ending just at just your covered upper midriff.
beneath the frame, lara is buried inside you. the strap fills you so deeply it aches, the base pressing flush against her, the thick silicone stretching you open around it. she’s not moving—not really—just a slow, deliberate roll of her hips now and then when she's feeling generous.
lara does some half-assed introdution, from the corner of your ear you can hear something about dance practice and 'wanting to check in' ahead of lolla. bullshit.
all you do is nod, and try to not to make any awkward facials as she grazes her nails over your thighs.
user01: awww lara sounds so excited
user02: is y/n sitting on lara's lap????? what.
user03: pls pls give some lollapalozza spoilers!!!
user04: why does y/n look so upset
user05: girl she's just tired
you bite the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, dead focus your gaze onto the comments, which does not help. because under the casual facade, she’s moving again, inching her hips upward with just enough force to make you clench around her. each thrust is slow, deep, deliberate—she’s fucking you without fucking you, just enough to make you lose a bit of focus.
lara laughs at something in the chat, throwing her head back, "you guys are ridiculous," she says, and at the same time, she snaps her hips sharply upward. and you almost roll your eyes right then and there, quickly catching yourself.
user06: why is y/n zoning out midlive?? 😭
user07: why do i feel like i'm thirdwheeling
user08: is lara keeping y/n hostage or what.
"am i keeping y/n hostage? what are y'all even saying," she drags out the last phrase as if the eyekon in the chat had personally hate crimed her, "y/n loves me," she trails, "don't you?"
all while dragging the strap out inch by inch, only to push it back inside right when you were about to answer, so slow the stretch burns. slick coats and drips down her thighs.
you swallow hard, choking down a sound that would have been somewhat of a whine. your voice cracks when you finally manage a thin, almost sarcastic, “yeah. love you.”
lara smiles, patting your thigh in silent praise before glancing back at the comments. “see?” she coos, rocking her hips just enough to make you bite back another whimper. “she loves me.” as if it were something to prove.
user09: oh my ynlara you are so dear and real to me
user10: GIRLL SHE DID NOT MEAN THAT HHHH
user11: help lara is such a praise whore i'm shitting bricks
user12: y/n blink twice if you're being held at gunpoint
every time she pulls out, the stretch feels unbearable, a slick ache that leaves you fluttering around nothing. every time she sinks back in, the head of the strap presses so deep you can feel it in every fiber of your being. you grip the edge of the chair arm so hard your knuckles whiten, as your muscles strain with the effort of not squirming.
“you okay?” she asks suddenly, tone dipped in fake concern, like she’s talking to the chat. but her eyes are locked on you, daring you.
you do your best to nod, looking back at the chat and giving a lazy thumbs up as the both of you laugh at the same time.
lara gives one last slow thrust, bottoming out and holding there, letting you clench desperately around her as the orgasm washes over you while you bent under the set up phone so nobody would see you. laras long fingers reach out to gently stuff into your mouth so you wouldn't let out a noise.
“alright, i think we’ve bored them enough,” she says breezily, scrolling with one hand while the other still cages you to her. waiting for a few more seconds, acting as if she were reading eyekons reactions, while she was waiting for you to regain yourself. before she taps your cheek, “say bye, baby.”
you pull back up to wave, dazed, "see you at lolla."
user13: what's up w that authorative tone miss global pop sensation lara raj
user14: hope you feel better soon y/n!!!
user15: that sounded strained af
user16: BYEEE
⭐ one new ( WEVERSE ) notification !
Y/n: eyekons i'm so sry!!! i know i looked ROUGH on last night's live
Y/n: i felt super tired cause we were rehearsing the whole prior day
Y/n: I know i barely said anything forgive me
⭐ one new ( WEVERSE ) notification !
Lara Raj: guys. y/n loves me. the rumors are true
Lara Raj: I'M SO SERIOUS WHY DOES NOBODY BELIEVE ME
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