A/N: hey guys sorry ive been gone so long I was busy and lazy. Ts will peoabbaly flop. lwk really rushed and shit
Pairing: g!p Daniela Avanzini x fem reader
bd!dani who begged you to enrol her sons into dance classes and said she'd teach them. You agreed and now yours sons do ballet and latin dancing, anything really.
bd!dani who takes your kids to their football practice every day, goes to every game and gets into fights with other mums or dads there who she disagrees with, cursing them out in Spanish or saying anything in a sweet tone, but actually said some bullshit and she lied.
bd!dani who manages to woo your friends over whenever she comes over to pick you up. They all fawn over her and tease the two of you. They are definitely relentless especially if she is in a tank, jeans, boots and a cap.
bd!dani who loves working with her hands, she loves being the handyman around the house. If the cars broken down, she'll fix it, if the power went out, she'll fix it, if the pipes stopped working she'll fix it, if you want anything to be built around the house she'll do it.
bd!dani who is a romantic, she once left a whole large-ass bouquet of flowers in your car boot with a sweet note.
bd!dani who always speaks to you in Spanish and never tells you what she said.
bd!dani who is always a helping hand, with her family and your own. Your mother adores her because she has also won her over. Your mother calls her Prince Charming and definitely makes jokes to you,
"If I were younger...I bet I'd have her hooked."
OR
Dani would joke about your mother to your face,
"You really got your looks from her,"
"She's hot!"
bd!dani who is a mighty good woman to you, she's such a gentleman and she knows it which makes you understand why she is was so popular with the ladies
bd!dani who every time she's handling the kids you have to hold back from pouncing on her because of how hot and domestic she is. Her being so attentive to the baby, so caring and it makes her so much more attractive.
bd!dani whose brown eyes are your biggest weakness, you love when they're green too, but the hazel is your favourite.
"Dani. I like the brown better."
"What?"
bd!dani who is shockingly good at cooking, but she tells you it's because of the time she first cooked for you and you hated it.
bd!dani who you give massages to overnight after her shift at work, you mostly offer because you want to touch her body and hear her groaning.
bd!dani who is unbelievably hunky, her body is so toned and hard, it reminds you of why you had so many kids with her.
bd!dani comes up with the worst baby names ever, so you have to name all of them or compromise on hers.
bd!dani who is so loving during each of your pregnancies. She didn't mind the late night demands for cravings, she didn't mind dealing with the other chaotic kids (she did but whatever) so you're not overwhelmed. She's too good
a request for wife!sophia x wife!reader fluff please
-✂️ing anon
Picture Perfect
pairing: wife!sophia laforteza x wife!reader
warnings: fluff
a/n: for my nonnie, what a lovely name you have 🤗
Sophia adjusted her phone, sitting upon a tripod in her car, a Weverse live now activated as you scavenge through your bag of Jolibees. “We’re doing our Sturniolo triplets moment and eating in the car.” The Filipina joked, leaning back with her hood pulled over her head.
You giggled in response, taking a sip from your soda. “We’re sharing a meal today since I’m not so hungry.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “You say that every time and then you end up wanting more after.”
“No I do not.” You scoffed playfully, passing some food over to her.
Sophia lets it go, shifting her body to angle toward the center console. You do the same, one leg pressed against your chest when you lean forward to take a sip. Questions from fans roll in immediately, asking more things about your wedding and what marriage life looks like.
You read every single one, answering with a full hearted response filled with excitement. Sophia smiled as she admired the way you talked. Her eyes drifted a little when you leaned forward again, she noticed how your shirt was slowly lowering.
Without a word, her hands reach out and pull your shirt up. Your hands instinctively fly to your chest when you realize why she pulled it up. You look at your wife with relief. “Oh my god. I almost flashed them, thank you.”
“I’d never let you.” Sophia smirked, brushing your hair over your shoulder and cupping your cheek.
“Miss possessive?” You licked your lips, feeding her a french fry.
Sophia can’t help but laugh as she opens her mouth. “That or I just don’t want to share my wife to the world. Let’s keep things… private.”
“Mhm.” You hummed in response, leaning your head against her shoulder. You grabbed Sophia’s hand in yours, aligning your wedding rings together and holding them up to show the camera. “Look at our beautiful rings. My initial is engraved in hers and hers is engraved in mine.”
“A pretty penny cost.” Sophia winced a little as she remembered the price. “But so worth it.”
“I told you it didn’t need to be expensive.” You whined. “I’m not an extravagant girl.”
“Maybe… but I want to spoil you because to me, you are my extravagant girl who deserves the world.” Her noses nudged against yours lovingly. “And if I could give it to you, I would.”
You turned over, leaning up a little further to kiss her soft lips, smiling into it. “You’re such a sweetheart. You already give me enough.”
“There’s always room for more.” Sophia smirked, wiggling her brows at the camera.
You mocked fake horror on your face. “Imagine she shows up with a pony on my birthday.”
Hey Iris! I loved your mean dani so much you did that, I was wondering if you could do a similar one but with monster high dani? Hybrid wolf mean girl dani female reader nerd. I hope u see thisss
D.AVANZINI SHE WOLF 10k
𐂯 𝓼ypnosis daniela was patiently waiting for the moon to rise, but the hunger couldn't be contained forever. one moment of desperation; the wolf finally comes out to play. from the silk draped sanctuary of her room to the echoing halls of library—marking her territory with teeth, claws, and the need to claim what is hers. for you there is no running from the hunt, only the delicious surrender of being caught by the wolf.
the first thing you learned about her was that she could make an entire room feel smaller without saying a word. she didn’t need to shout or demand attention, because attention simply followed her wherever she went. the moment she stepped into a lecture hall, people noticed.
when she walked through the cafeteria with lara, manon, sophia, megan, and yoonchae surrounding her, students moved their bags out of the way before she even reached their tables. she had the kind of confidence that made people assume she had never doubted herself a day in her life, and maybe that was exactly what she wanted everyone to believe.
she was beautiful, rich, popular, captain of the university dance team, and known for having a tongue sharp enough to make even the most confident person rethink whatever they had just said. you had heard enough stories about her during your first month on campus to know that staying away from her was probably the smartest thing you could do.
you were the complete opposite of her. you were a scholarship student who spent most of your free time in the library because there was always another assignment to finish and another exam to prepare for. parties weren’t really your thing, and neither was standing around in huge groups while people talked about things you didn’t understand.
you liked quiet places, warm drinks, old books, and having enough time to think before you spoke. you weren’t invisible exactly, but you weren’t someone people went out of their way to notice either, which was perfectly fine with you. you had no desire to become part of daniela’s world, especially after seeing what happened whenever someone accidentally crossed her. there was something about the way people reacted to her that made you think it was safer to admire her from a distance, if you were going to admire her at all.
your first week at the university had been enough to teach you that there were unofficial rules everyone seemed to understand. don’t sit at the tables reserved for the dance team. don’t interrupt daniela when she’s with her friends. don’t challenge lara if she’s already annoyed. don’t make fun of yoonchae’s hair. don’t steal megan’s food. don’t ask manon why she always looks like she knows something you don’t.
and, according to one particularly dramatic student in your history class, never get on daniela’s bad side because “she’ll remember it forever.” you weren’t sure whether that last part was true, but you had no intention of finding out.
the first time she spoke to you, you were sitting at a library table with your laptop open and three books stacked beside you. you’d been there for almost two hours when a shadow fell across your notes, and you looked up to find daniela standing there with her arms crossed.
she glanced at the chair beneath you before looking at your face and said, “you’re sitting in my seat.” you looked down at the chair, then around the almost empty library, before calmly answering, “there isn’t a name on it.” her eyebrows lifted as if she couldn’t believe you had actually responded. “there doesn’t need to be a name. i sit here every wednesday.” you checked the date on your laptop and then looked back at her.
“it’s tuesday.” behind her, lara made a sound that suspiciously resembled a laugh, and daniela immediately turned around. “don’t.” lara raised both hands innocently while manon looked away, clearly trying not to smile. daniela turned back to you with an expression that said she was trying very hard to decide whether she disliked you yet.
“you know what? fine. move your stuff.” you slowly pushed your books toward the other side of the table. “you can sit there.” she stared at you for another second before pulling out the chair opposite you. “i wasn’t asking for permission.” you simply nodded and returned to your work. “okay.” daniela frowned. “why do you keep saying okay?” you glanced up at her. “because i don’t know what else you want me to say.” for some reason, that made lara laugh again.
daniela should have left after that, but she didn’t. she sat across from you for nearly an hour, pretending to scroll through her phone while occasionally glancing at your notes. you noticed, but you didn’t say anything because you assumed she’d eventually get bored. instead, she suddenly reached across the table and picked up your pen.
“i like this.” you looked at the pen in her hand and held out your palm. “give it back.” she leaned away from you with a tiny smile. “no.” you stared at her. “why?” she shrugged. “because i want it.” you sighed and returned your attention to your laptop. “fine.” that seemed to confuse her more than anything else. “that’s it?” you looked up. “what?” she waved the pen slightly.
“you’re not going to fight me for it?” you shrugged. “it’s a pen.” daniela stared at you for a moment before putting it down. “you’re weird.” you smiled faintly. “you came over here.” she looked away before you could see the smile threatening to appear on her own face.
when she finally left, lara followed her into the hallway with a grin that immediately made daniela suspicious. “what?” daniela asked. lara shrugged. “nothing.” “you’re smiling.” “i’m always smiling.” “not like that.” lara laughed and bumped her shoulder against daniela’s. “she didn’t even get intimidated by you.” daniela rolled her eyes. “why would she?” “because you’re you.” daniela scoffed.
“that’s not an answer.” manon caught up with them and looked between the two. “are we talking about library girl?” daniela’s expression hardened immediately. “her name is not library girl.” lara smiled. “oh, so you know her name?” daniela paused. “i’ve heard it.” manon raised an eyebrow. “from where?” daniela started walking faster. “you two are annoying.” lara and manon followed, laughing.
you didn’t know it then, but daniela had already noticed something strange about you. she just didn’t understand what it was. being a werewolf hybrid meant that her senses were much stronger than a normal human’s, and she’d spent most of her life learning how to control them.
her family had taught her how to suppress the wolf traits that appeared whenever her emotions became too strong, how to keep her ears and tail hidden, how to prevent her eyes from changing color, and how to keep her claws from appearing whenever she became angry. the rules were simple: humans could not know, and hybrids had to remain hidden. daniela had followed those rules perfectly for years. then you started sitting in the library.
whenever you were nearby, something inside her seemed to quiet down. she could recognize your heartbeat without even trying, and in crowded places she could pick it out among dozens of other people. she knew your footsteps. she knew the faint scent of your shampoo.
she knew the sound of your laugh before she even saw you. it wasn’t supposed to happen, and she hated that she couldn’t explain it. her instincts were usually restless, especially when she was surrounded by too many people, but whenever you were close, that feeling disappeared. it was like someone had turned the volume down inside her head.
at first, daniela blamed the library.
maybe the building had something in the air.
maybe she was simply less stressed there.
maybe you were just quieter than everyone else.
she came up with every explanation she could think of except the obvious one: she felt safe around you.
that idea made her uncomfortable.
daniela didn’t like needing people. she’d spent years building a personality that made sure she never appeared to need anyone. even her friends knew there were things she refused to talk about. sophia was probably the closest thing she had to someone she trusted completely, but even sophia didn’t know every part of her secret. daniela had learned early that vulnerability could become a weapon in someone else’s hands.
you were a stranger.
you shouldn’t have mattered.
and yet the first thing she noticed whenever she entered a crowded room was whether you were there.
daniela started showing up at the library more often after that. at first, she insisted it was because she needed somewhere quiet to study, even though everyone knew she hated studying in silence. then she started appearing at the exact table where you sat. eventually, you stopped pretending not to notice. one afternoon, she dropped into the chair across from you and placed her coffee on the table. you looked at her, then at the coffee, and finally at the clock.
“you’ve been here every day this week.” daniela shrugged. “maybe i like the library.” you raised an eyebrow. “you said the library smelled like dust.” she paused. “people change.” you smiled. “apparently.” she pointed at you. “don’t start.” you laughed quietly and returned to your book. daniela watched you for a moment before asking, “what are you reading?” you showed her the cover. she immediately made a face. “that looks boring.” you frowned. “you haven’t even read it.” she shrugged. “i don’t need to.” “then how do you know?” “instinct.” you laughed again, and daniela felt that strange quiet settle over her once more.
after a while, you began to notice her habits.
daniela always sat facing the door.
she always chose a seat where she could see the windows.
she hated being touched unexpectedly.
she became noticeably irritated whenever someone stood too close behind her.
sometimes she’d suddenly stop talking in the middle of a conversation and look toward a hallway as though she’d heard something you couldn’t.
you thought she was simply observant.
you didn’t know her senses were doing most of the work.
one afternoon, you were both studying when you noticed daniela staring toward the library entrance. you followed her gaze but saw nothing unusual. “what?” you asked. she blinked and looked back at you. “nothing.” you frowned. “you do that a lot.” “do what?” “hear something and then pretend you didn’t.” she looked amused. “maybe i’m just good at hearing things.” you laughed. “that’s not a normal answer.” she shrugged. “i’m not normal.” you thought she was joking.
she wasn’t.
the other girls noticed before you did. one afternoon, the six of them were sitting outside the dance studio after practice when lara glanced across the courtyard and saw you walking toward the library. she looked at daniela, who was scrolling through her phone, and said, “there she is.” daniela didn’t even look up. “who?” lara smiled. “the library girl.” daniela’s eyes immediately lifted toward the courtyard, and manon started laughing. “that was fast.” daniela frowned.
“i was checking the time.” megan looked at the giant clock above them and raised an eyebrow. “with your peripheral vision?” daniela ignored her. sophia smiled quietly and said, “you’ve been going to the library a lot lately.” “i like books.” manon laughed. “you hate books.” daniela crossed her arms. “i’ve changed.” yoonchae looked at her innocently. “you also know her class schedule.” daniela stared at her. “why do you know that?” yoonchae shrugged. “because you told me.” the entire group went silent for a second before lara burst out laughing. daniela covered her face with one hand. “i hate all of you.”
“you don’t hate us,” sophia said.
daniela looked at her.
“i absolutely do.”
“then why are you still sitting here?”
“because i have nowhere else to go.”
manon looked around at the huge empty courtyard. “you have an entire campus.”
daniela stood up. “i’m leaving.”
lara grinned. “to the library?”
daniela stopped.
everyone laughed.
“you’re all horrible,” she muttered before walking away.
you had no idea they were talking about you. you were too busy trying to finish a paper before midnight, completely unaware that daniela had started memorizing the times you usually left class. she told herself it was because she needed to know where you were if something happened with her hybrid instincts.
that explanation worked for approximately five minutes before she realized she was checking whether you’d eaten lunch. then she started carrying an extra bottle of water because you’d forgotten yours twice. when you complained about being cold in the library, she silently left her jacket over the back of your chair and acted offended when you thanked her. “don’t make it a big deal,” she muttered. “i wasn’t.” “you were going to.” “i said thank you.” “exactly.”
you held the jacket closer around yourself and looked at her. “you’re actually nicer than people say.”
the strange friendship between you grew without either of you officially deciding that it had. daniela still teased you constantly, and you still called her out whenever she was being ridiculous. she stole your pens and then returned them the next day. she complained about your coffee choices while somehow knowing exactly what you ordered.
she would walk past you in the hallway, pretend she hadn’t noticed you, then turn around five minutes later and ask where you were going. whenever someone made fun of you for being quiet or called you boring, daniela somehow appeared before you could respond. she never said she was protecting you, because she would have hated admitting that. instead, she’d lean against the nearest wall and say something sharp enough to make the other person suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.
one morning, you walked into class five minutes late because the printer in the library had stopped working. you quietly slipped into an empty seat near the back, but daniela was already there. she looked at you, then at the empty chair beside her, and moved her bag. “sit.” you blinked. “what?” “sit here.” “why?” “because the professor is already annoyed and you’re making too much noise.” you glanced down at the empty chair. “i haven’t said anything.” “exactly. sit down.” you sat beside her, trying not to smile. “you saved me a seat?” daniela looked straight ahead. “don’t make it weird.” “i didn’t say anything.” “your face did.”
after class, you caught up with her outside.
“you know you don’t have to save me a seat.”
“i know.”
“then why did you?”
she shrugged. “because you were late.”
“and?”
“and you would’ve had to sit somewhere else.”
“so?”
“so i didn’t want you to.”
you stared at her.
she sighed.
“don’t overthink it.”
“i wasn’t.”
“you were.”
you smiled. “maybe.”
she shook her head.
“you’re impossible.”
one afternoon, you were sitting outside the student center with a classmate when daniela walked over. your classmate was telling you a joke, and you were laughing when she approached. daniela stopped beside the table and looked at him for a second longer than necessary. “who’s this?” you looked up at her. “my classmate.” she nodded slowly. “right.” your classmate glanced between the two of you before excusing himself to get a drink.
once he was gone, you looked at daniela. “you scared him.” she frowned. “i didn’t do anything.” “you stared at him.” “i was looking.” “you were glaring.” she folded her arms. “maybe he shouldn’t be so easy to scare.” you shook your head, trying not to laugh. “are you jealous?” daniela’s expression immediately hardened. “no.” you smiled. “you answered really fast.” “because it’s ridiculous.” she looked away. “i don’t care who you talk to.” you nodded. “okay.” she glanced at you. “don’t say okay like that.” “like what?” “like you don’t believe me.” you smiled again, and she sighed. “you’re impossible.”
she walked away, but you noticed that she’d slowed down enough for you to catch up.
“you know,” you said, “if you wanted to meet my classmates, you could just say hi.”
“i don’t.”
“you looked like you wanted to.”
“i didn’t.”
“okay.”
“stop.”
you laughed.
she looked at you.
“you’re enjoying this.”
“maybe.”
“i regret being nice to you.”
“you weren’t nice.”
“exactly.”
the party happened a few weeks later. you hadn’t wanted to go in the first place, but one of your classmates convinced you to come because they promised you wouldn’t have to stay long. the house was already packed when you arrived, with music shaking the walls and people crowded into every available room. daniela was there with the others, surrounded by people as usual, but you noticed something was wrong almost immediately. she looked tense. her smile was forced, and every few minutes her attention snapped toward the hallway as if she was listening for something nobody else could hear.
you caught her eye from across the room.
she looked relieved for half a second.
then she looked away.
you didn’t know what was happening, so you stayed out of it. eventually, however, the noise became too much for you too. you slipped away from the living room and went upstairs, looking for a bathroom or somewhere quiet where you could breathe. you were halfway down a hallway when you heard a low sound from behind one of the doors. at first, you thought someone was arguing, but then you heard a growl that was unmistakably not human. you hesitated before slowly pushing the door open.
daniela was inside.
except she wasn’t completely daniela anymore.
her eyes were glowing gold, her dark wolf ears were visible through her hair, and her hands had partially shifted into claws. a tail moved anxiously behind her, and she was breathing so hard that you could see her shoulders shaking. the second she noticed you, her expression changed from panic to pure fear. “close the door.” you immediately did.
“lock it.” you locked the door and turned back toward her. she stared at you, waiting for the screaming that never came. “you didn’t see anything,” she said. you swallowed. “i did.” her jaw tightened. “forget it.” you shook your head slightly. “i won’t tell anyone.” she looked genuinely confused. “that’s it?” you frowned. “what else am i supposed to do?” “be scared.” you looked at her ears, then her claws, then her face. “i am scared.” her expression fell, and you quickly added, “but i’m not scared of you.”
daniela didn’t answer for a long time. she slowly looked down at her hands, and you noticed a small cut across her palm. “you’re bleeding.” she immediately closed her hand. “it’s nothing.” you frowned. “you’re shaking.” “i can handle it.” “i know.” you stayed where you were instead of getting closer. “i won’t touch you.” she looked at you, and something about the way you said it seemed to calm her.
she eventually slid down the wall and sat on the floor, covering her face with her hands. “i hate this,” she whispered. you sat several feet away so she wouldn’t feel trapped. “i know.” she looked at you through her fingers. “you don’t.” you nodded. “you’re right. i don’t know what it’s like. but i can listen.” daniela lowered her hands and stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet, exhausted laugh. “you’re really weird.” you smiled. “you’ve told me that.” she looked down again. “you’re the first person outside my family who’s seen me like this.”
you didn’t ask her to explain everything that night. you didn’t ask how long she’d been hiding it or how many other hybrids existed or whether there were dangerous ones. you simply stayed there until her breathing slowed and her eyes returned to normal.
eventually, she looked at you and asked, “why didn’t you run?” you thought about it before answering honestly. “because you looked hurt.” daniela stared at you. “that’s your first thought?” you nodded. “yeah.” she looked away, and her voice became quieter when she said, “most people would have thought monster.” you shook your head. “i don’t.” she didn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders finally began to disappear.
after a few minutes, she finally spoke again. “you can’t tell anyone.”
“i won’t.”
“not your friends.”
“i won’t.”
“not your classmates.”
“daniela.”
“what?”
“i said i won’t.”
she looked at you.
“why do you trust me?”
you thought about it. “because you trusted me first.”
she frowned.
“i didn’t.”
“you let me stay.”
“you could’ve run.”
“i didn’t.”
“that’s different.”
“maybe.”
she looked down at her hands again.
“i’ve spent my whole life hiding.”
you didn’t know what to say to that.
so you simply answered, “you don’t have to hide from me.”
daniela looked at you for a long time.
then she quietly said, “thank you.”
you smiled.
“you’re welcome.”
the next morning, daniela was waiting outside the library.
she looked exhausted. her hair was messy, her sunglasses were crooked, and she was holding a coffee she clearly hadn’t touched. when you approached, she looked up. “you didn’t tell anyone.” you shook your head. “no.” “good.” “did you sleep?” “no.” “figured.” she frowned. “don’t look so pleased with yourself.” “i’m not.” “you are.” you sat beside her. “how are you?” she stared at her coffee. “i don’t know.” “that’s okay.” she looked at you. “you really aren’t going to ask me questions?” “when you’re ready.” she was quiet. then she started explaining.
she told you about her family, the hidden communities, and the rules they’d followed for generations. she told you that hybrids were not all the same. some were born with stronger instincts, some could suppress their traits almost completely, and others struggled with shifting. she explained that there were people who knew about hybrids and helped keep the secret, while others hunted them because they believed hybrids were dangerous. she told you that most of the university’s students had no idea what was actually happening around them.
“so there are other hybrids here?” you asked.
“probably.”
“you don’t know?”
“we’re not supposed to ask.”
“why?”
“because if you go looking, you might find someone who doesn’t want to be found.”
you nodded slowly.
“that’s terrifying.”
daniela gave a humorless laugh. “welcome to my life.”
you looked at her.
“you don’t have to deal with it alone.”
she stared at you for a moment, then immediately looked away. “don’t say things like that.”
you frowned. “why?”
“because i don’t know what to do when people are nice to me.”
you smiled. “you could start by saying thank you.”
she sighed dramatically. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome.”
she shook her head. “you’re still annoying.”
you laughed. “and you’re still mean.”
she smiled. “good.”
after that, things became slightly easier.
daniela stopped hiding every little thing from you.
you learned that she hated thunderstorms because the changes in air pressure made her senses worse. you learned that she became extremely hungry after shifting. you learned that she needed quiet after dance practice because the combination of music, lights, and crowds could leave her overstimulated. you learned that she could tell when someone was lying because their heartbeat changed, although she admitted she tried not to use that ability on her friends.
“so you’ve known when i’ve lied to you?” you asked one afternoon.
daniela looked suspiciously innocent. “maybe.”
“what have i lied about?”
“nothing important.”
“daniela.”
“you said you weren’t hungry yesterday.”
you stared at her.
she stared back.
“that wasn’t a lie.”
“your stomach growled.”
“you heard that?”
“yes.”
“from across the table?”
“yes.”
you covered your face.
“that’s embarrassing.”
daniela laughed.
“you should’ve seen your face.”
“you’re horrible.”
“i know.”
“and you still let me skip lunch.”
“i bought you food.”
you lowered your hands.
“you did?”
“it’s in your bag.”
you looked down and found a packed meal tucked beside your notebook.
“you didn’t have to do that.”
“i know.”
“then why?”
daniela shrugged.
“because you’re bad at taking care of yourself.”
you smiled.
“thank you.”
“don’t make it weird.”
“i’m not.”
“good.”
the rumors started soon after.
someone on campus had apparently seen something they couldn’t explain. there were whispers about a student with strange eyes, someone who moved too quickly during a late-night incident near the sports field. nobody knew the truth, but hybrids did. daniela became more tense every day, and you could tell she was scared even when she tried to hide it.
one afternoon, you found her sitting alone behind the arts building, staring at her phone. you sat beside her without asking. “what happened?” she locked her phone. “nothing.” you looked at her. “that’s a lie.” she sighed. “there’s a rumor.” you immediately became serious. “about hybrids?” she nodded. “someone thinks they’ve seen one on campus.” your stomach tightened. “do they know it’s you?” “i don’t know.” she rubbed her forehead. “that’s the problem.”
she looked at you then, and for once there was no sarcasm in her expression. “stay away from me for a while.” you frowned. “why?” “because if people start watching me, they’ll notice you.” you shook your head. “daniela—” “i’m serious.” her voice was sharper than she intended, and she immediately softened.
“i’m sorry. i just don’t want you dragged into this.” you looked down at your hands before answering, “i’m not going to pretend i don’t know you just because you’re scared.” she stared at you. “you don’t understand what could happen.” “then explain it to me.” she was silent for several seconds before quietly admitting, “i don’t want anything happening to you.” that was the closest she’d ever come to saying she cared.
you smiled faintly. “then we’ll be careful.” daniela shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the tiny smile that appeared. “you’re impossible.” you leaned back against the wall beside her. “you keep saying that.” she looked at you, her expression softer than usual. “because you keep proving me right.” you laughed quietly, and for a few seconds neither of you said anything.
the following week, daniela’s friends became more involved. lara started walking her to classes even when daniela complained about it. manon began checking anonymous campus forums every morning. megan insisted that everyone should leave practice together rather than separately, and yoonchae became unusually quiet whenever someone mentioned the rumors. sophia, as usual, seemed to understand exactly how worried daniela was without needing her to say it.
one evening, the girls were all gathered in the dance studio after practice when daniela finally snapped. “can everyone stop treating me like i’m about to fall apart?” lara looked at her. “we’re trying to help.” “i don’t need help.” “you haven’t slept properly in three days,” sophia said. daniela’s expression softened for a second before she looked away. “i’m fine.” manon crossed her arms. “you keep saying that.” “because i am.” megan shook her head. “you’re not.” yoonchae quietly added, “you’ve been listening to every hallway noise for the past hour.” daniela looked at her. “you noticed?” “everyone noticed.”
you were sitting outside the studio, waiting for her, when the door opened.
daniela walked out.
“hey,” you said.
she looked at you and immediately relaxed.
you noticed.
she noticed you noticed.
neither of you said anything.
lara walked past and whispered, “there it is again.”
daniela turned. “i heard that.”
lara grinned. “good.”
daniela rolled her eyes and looked back at you.
“come on.”
“where?”
“library.”
you smiled.
“of course.”
the campus around you continued moving like normal. students walked between buildings, professors complained about deadlines, music played from an open classroom window, and somewhere in the distance someone shouted about losing their phone. nobody knew that a hidden world existed underneath all of it. nobody knew that daniela was walking beside you with a secret that could change her entire life if it got out.
but you knew.
and she knew you knew.
for the first time in her life, daniela didn’t feel completely alone with it.
she still had her pride. she still had her sharp tongue. she still had the reputation she’d spent years building. she would still insult your coffee, steal your pens, complain when you ignored her messages, and glare at anyone who annoyed you. but now, whenever the world became too loud, she knew exactly where to find you.
the library.
the same table.
the same chair she’d once claimed was hers.
one evening, she dropped into the seat across from you and placed your missing pen on the table.
you stared at it.
“you had that?”
daniela shrugged. “maybe.”
“you stole it three weeks ago.”
“borrowed.”
“without asking.”
“details.”
you picked it up and smiled. “you’re giving it back?”
“i figured you’ve suffered enough.”
you laughed, and daniela leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile. outside the library windows, the sun was setting over the university buildings, painting everything gold. she looked toward the glass for a moment, then back at you.
“hey.”
“what?”
“thanks.”
you blinked. “for what?”
she looked uncomfortable, like the words were harder to say than she expected. “for not treating me differently.”
you smiled. “you’re still daniela.”
she looked down at the table and nodded slowly. “yeah.”
then she picked up your pen again.
you stared at her.
“seriously?”
she smiled.
“what? you said i’m still daniela.”
you reached across the table and tried to take the pen from her, but she pulled it away with a laugh. “nope. too late.” you shook your head, trying not to laugh as you leaned back in your chair. “you really are impossible.” daniela twirled the pen between her fingers. “and yet you keep sitting with me.” you looked at her for a moment before returning to your laptop. “maybe because you’re not as scary as everyone thinks.” she went quiet. “don’t tell anyone that.” you smiled. “your reputation?” she nodded. “exactly.”
for a few minutes, the library returned to silence.
then daniela’s ears suddenly twitched beneath her glamour.
you noticed immediately.
“what?”
she looked toward the door.
“someone’s outside.”
you listened.
you couldn’t hear anything.
“how do you know?”
“heartbeat.”
your expression changed.
daniela slowly stood.
“whose?”
she didn’t answer immediately.
then she looked back at you.
“i don’t know.”
the relaxed atmosphere disappeared instantly.
she closed her laptop for you and quietly gathered your things. “we’re leaving.”
you frowned. “why?”
“because i said so.”
“daniela.”
“please.”
the word made you stop.
she almost never said please.
you stood.
“okay.”
this time, she didn’t complain about the way you said it.
she simply stayed beside you as you walked toward the library doors.
outside, the hallway was empty.
too empty.
daniela’s instincts were awake again.
her eyes remained normal, but you could tell she was struggling to keep them that way.
“stay close,” she whispered.
you nodded.
you walked together through the quiet corridor, neither of you speaking until you reached the stairs.
then a noise came from somewhere below.
daniela immediately stepped in front of you.
you stopped.
“what is it?”
“i don’t know.”
the noise came again.
a faint scrape.
then silence.
daniela listened.
you could see her shoulders tense.
after several seconds, she finally relaxed.
“probably nothing.”
“you don’t sound convinced.”
“i’m not.”
you waited.
she looked at you.
“we should go.”
you nodded.
as you continued down the stairs, you realized something had changed. before the party, daniela had been someone you thought you should avoid. after the party, she’d become someone you wanted to understand. and now, somehow, she had become one of the people you trusted most.
you still didn’t know what the future would bring. you didn’t know whether the rumors would disappear or become something worse. you didn’t know whether daniela’s secret would remain safe. you didn’t know how many other hybrids were hiding on campus, or who might be watching.
but you knew one thing.
daniela wasn’t facing it alone anymore. and neither was she. because every time the world became too loud, every time her instincts became difficult to control, every time she wondered whether she could keep pretending to be someone she wasn’t, she knew there was one place she could go.
the library.
the same table.
the same chair.
and you, waiting there with your books open, your coffee beside you, and absolutely no intention of letting her disappear into her own secret again. the little encounters left you both with an unspoken closeness—not less than enemies, not more than friends. just.. the comforting air lingering everytime someone tries making a move.
tonight you convinced daniela to study with you at the very library wherein she claimed had ‘her chair’. with a few ‘pleases’ and pouting you knew she wouldn’t deny you. not with the big eyes she loved, though she wouldn’t admit that out loud.
unbeknownst to you, it was her heat cycle.
the library was deathly silent, the kind of silence that felt heavy, pressing against your eardrums. across the mahogany table, daniela wasn't studying. her textbook lay forgotten, pages splayed open, but her amber eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
"you’re not focusing, daniela," you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart hammered against your ribs. "we’re supposed to be going over these notes."
"I can't focus on this," she rasped. Her voice sounded different lower, rougher, like gravel grinding together. a bead of sweat rolled down her temple despite the air conditioning. "everything is too loud. too bright. you are too loud."
"i’m barely breathing," you countered softly.
"your pulse is deafening." she reached across the table, her fingers brushing your wrist. Her skin wasn't just warm; it was searing, burning hot. "you smell like vanilla and adrenaline. It's driving me insane."
realizing the shift in the air, you didn't pull away. instead, you leaned forward, with not knowing what was coming for you, you decided to test the waters. "Is that why you're shaking?"
"i'm not shaking, i’m starving," she hissed. her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black. without warning, she slid off her chair and knelt beside yours, her hand moving to your thigh. her grip was possessive, her claws pricking through the fabric of your jeans. "i need you to help me. please."
the desperation in her voice broke something inside you. you glanced around the librarian was at the far end of the stacks, buried behind a computer screen. the aisle you were in was secluded, shadowed by towering shelves of ancient history texts.
"here?" you breathed, your own arousal spiking at her boldness.
"now," she commanded.
she pulled you from your chair, guiding you backward into the narrow gap between the shelves. the smell of old paper and leather mingled with the intoxicating, musky scent of her arousal a primal, floral musk that screamed heat.
daniela sank to her knees between your legs. her hands were frantic now, fumbling with your belt and buttons, her movements driven by an instinct that bypassed all human pretense. when she finally pushed your underwear aside, revealing your wetness to the dim library light, she let out a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a growl.
"dani… someone might—"
"let them watch," she muttered against your skin.
then, she dove in. her tongue was hot and impossibly skilled, working with a ravenous hunger that felt less like foreplay and more like she was trying to consume you. the contrast was overwhelming: the cool air of the library on your back and the scorching, wet friction of her mouth between your thighs. her hybrid nature made every sensation amplified; you could feel the vibration of her throat, the slight scrape of her teeth, the way her breath hitched in sync with your own ragged gasps.
the danger of the setting pushed you over the edge faster than you expected. your hips bucked involuntarily against her face as the climax built, a tidal wave that threatened to shatter the silence of the room. you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle your scream, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
as you came, shuddering violently against her, daniela didn't pull away. she drank you in, her tongue lapping hungrily at every drop of your release, savoring the taste of you as if it were the only thing keeping her alive. when you finally slumped against the bookshelf, your legs feeling like jelly, she looked up at you. her lips were wet, fangs glowing, her expression feral and satisfied, a dark smirk playing on her mouth.
"delicious," she whispered, licking her lips as she stood up, the predator fully awakened. "but I think I'm still hungry."
that's a huge escalation in intensity, shifting from the public risk of the library to the absolute privacy and opulence of her parents' penthouse changes the whole dynamic. it goes from desperate, frantic need to something much more controlled, dominant, and decadent.
the drive to the penthouse was a blur of city lights and the suffocating heat radiating off daniela. she didn't speak, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, her claws occasionally scoring the leather. by the time you stepped into the marble foyer of her family's estate, the air felt charged with something dangerous.
she didn't even let you take off your coat before she had you pressed against the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. the city sprawled beneath you like a carpet of diamonds, but your entire world was narrowed down to the feeling of her fangs grazing your pulse point.
"this is where i keep everything i want," she murmured against your skin, her voice dripping with possessive honey. "and right now, i want to break you."
she led you to the master suite, a space of silk sheets and shadows. the opulence of the room only made the primal act feel more intense. when she produced the harness, the click of the buckle sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. you watched, breathless and already aching, as she fitted it. she looked devastating a predator dressed in silk, armed with something designed to claim you completely.
when she pushed you onto the bed, it wasn't gentle. she flipped you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees, your ass lifted high in the air. the cool air of the penthouse hit your heated skin, making you shiver before she replaced it with the solid, unrelenting stretch of her.
"please—daniela.. " you whined, your fingers digging into the expensive sheets.
"shh," she commanded, leaning over you, her breasts pressing against your back. "just take it."
she started slow, each thrust deliberate and punishing, designed to make you feel every inch of her power. she knew exactly how to angle herself to hit that spot that made your vision blur. she was relentless, her hips working with a supernatural rhythm that no human could maintain. she drove into you with an animalistic ferocity, her claws leaving faint red crescents on your hips as she held you in place.
you were lost in it the sound of skin slapping against skin, the distant hum of the city, and the overwhelming sensation of being filled, stretched, and owned. you couldn't help it; you came hard, your body convulsing as you screamed into the pillow.
but she didn't stop. she pushed through your orgasm, driving faster, harder, demanding more. when you finally broke again, your cum spilling onto the silk sheets, she immediately pulled away just long enough to lean down. she licked you clean with ravenous strokes, tasting your surrender as if it were a sacrament.
"again," she growled against your thigh, her amber eyes glowing in the dark.
you thought you were finished, thought your body had given everything it had to give, but daniela was nowhere near done. when she felt you go limp beneath her, she didn't soften. instead, she gripped your hips with claws that sank just deep enough into your flesh to remind you exactly who was in control, and she flipped you onto your back.
your legs felt like water, trembling uncontrollably as she spread them wide. she loomed over you, the moonlight from the penthouse windows catching the feral glint in her eyes. she looked less like a girl and more like something ancient and hungry.
"you think you're allowed to stop?" she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "i didn't give you permission to rest."
she didn't wait for an answer. she drove back into you, the strap hitting your sensitive folds with a wet, punishing rhythm that made your back arch off the mattress. she was faster now, more desperate, her hips working with a mechanical precision that seemed impossible. every thrust felt like it was reaching deeper than the last, hitting places that made your toes curl and your vision spark with white light.
"daniela please i can't " you sobbed out, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the silk sheets.
"you can," she growled against your lips, "you can take more."
she grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other guided the strap with unerring accuracy. she began to fuck you with a new level of intensity, each thrust longer and deeper than the one before. she wasn't just seeking pleasure now; she was seeking dominance, asserting her claim over every nerve ending in your body. the sound of her breathing heavy, guttural snarls filled the room, drowning out everything else.
your body felt stretched to its absolute limit, your hips bucking reflexively against her relentless assault. every time you thought you had hit your peak, she would shift her angle, finding that one perfect spot that sent fresh waves of electricity through your spine. you were caught in a loop of endless sensation, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure as she pushed you further than you ever thought possible.
when the next climax hit, it was violent. your body convulsed as if electrocuted, your hips snapping upward to meet her relentless pace. the orgasm was so intense it felt like you were breaking apart, your vision fracturing into kaleidoscopic patterns of light and dark. you couldn't even scream anymore; you could only make broken, keening sounds that died in your throat as she pushed you past the breaking point.
immediately, as you began to sag back into the mattress, exhausted and spent, she was there. she didn't let you recover. she leaned down, her mouth finding you instantly, her tongue working with a possessive ferocity to lap up every single drop of your cum. she drank you down like it was the only thing keeping her alive, her throat working as she swallowed your surrender.
she pulled away just long enough to growl against your stomach, her amber eyes burning with a hunger that seemed bottomless. "you're mine," she rasped, the words vibrating through your entire frame. "every drop, every scream, every inch of you belongs to me."
she adjusted herself, the strap clicking as she prepared to go again. she didn't care that you were trembling or
exhausted; she only saw prey that needed to be thoroughly claimed.
she hooked your knees over her shoulders, opening you up completely, exposing every raw, sensitive inch of you to the cool air and her burning gaze. the position was vulnerable, humiliating, and utterly perfect for what she had planned next. she didn't ease in this time; she drove home with a single, devastating thrust that made your vision go black for a split second.
"there you are," she purred, her voice vibrating against your inner thighs as she began to work.
the pace became something inhuman. she wasn't just fucking you anymore she was claiming you with every wet slap of skin, every guttural growl that tore from her throat.
she was relentless. you were drowning in her, lost in a sea of friction and overwhelming sensation. every time your body tried to retreat into the numbness of exhaustion, she would find that one nerve ending, that one precise angle, and drag you kicking and screaming back to the surface. your hips were bruised from where she gripped you, your thighs were shaking so violently they felt hollow, but you couldn't stop wanting more. you couldn't stop needing the way she claimed you.
the final orgasm felt less like pleasure and more like a complete surrender of your soul. as your body seized in one last, desperate convulsion, your vision fractured completely. you felt yourself coming apart at the seams, a raw, unguarded sound tearing from your throat as you peaked for what felt like the hundredth time.
she didn't miss a beat. even as you collapsed, completely broken and boneless beneath her, she stayed connected to you, her hips still moving in slow, possessive circles. then, she descended. she buried her face between your thighs again, her tongue working with a focused, almost reverent intensity as she cleaned every trace of your climax from your skin. she drank you in until there was nothing left but the fading echoes of your heartbeat.
when she finally pulled away, she didn't move to leave. she crawled up your body, her skin slick with sweat, and collapsed on top of you. she wrapped her arms around you possessively, her tail curling around your ankle as she pressed her face into the crook of your neck. you lay there in the wreckage of the penthouse suite, trembling and utterly spent, listening to the synchronized rhythm of two hearts one human, one predator slowly returning to earth.
by the time she finally drifted on your neck, the penthouse was silent again, save for your ragged breathing. you lay there, completely undone, marked by her in every way possible, while she curled around you like a wolf guarding its kill.
rhea, i hear you loud and clear. you want that raw, unfiltered, exhaustive detail where every single sensation is stretched out until it's unbearable. you want to feel every nerve ending firing, every wet sound, and every possessive growl in high definition.
the sun wasn't gentle; it was invasive, slicing through the expensive silk curtains of the penthouse in harsh, golden strips that made your eyelids flutter. you woke up feeling heavy not just from sleep, but from the physical memory of the night before. your body felt like it had been dismantled and put back together wrong, every muscle aching with a delicious, throbbing soreness.
then you felt her.
daniela was draped over you like a living blanket of heat. she was solid, muscular despite her slender frame, and her breathing was deep and steady against your shoulder. her leg was hooked possessively over your thigh, pinning you down, and her arm was a heavy weight across your ribs. you could feel the faint, rhythmic thrum of her hybrid heartbeat against your back faster than a human's, more insistent.
you shifted slightly, trying to work free from the pleasant paralysis of sleep, and when you exhaled a warm breath against the sensitive curve of her ear, you felt it immediately. her ear tufted, soft, and impossibly sensitive gave a sharp, involuntary twitch. it was such a small, vulnerable reaction from someone who had been so feral hours before.
you couldn't resist. you leaned in, pressing your lips to the shell of her ear, and blew a soft, teasing stream of air against it.
the reaction was instantaneous. her entire body went rigid beneath you. a sound halfway between a gasp and a low growl rumbled in her throat, vibrating through your own chest. her tail, which had been draped lazily across your ankles, snapped tight, curling around your calf like a vice.
"you're playing with fire," she rasped. her voice was wrecked, gravelly from hours of screaming and growling, and it sent a fresh spike of arousal straight to your core.
she didn't wait for you to answer. she rolled, her movements fluid and predatory, pinning you into the mattress. the sunlight caught the amber of her eyes, which were already slitted, pupils blown wide with immediate hunger. she looked beautiful terrifyingly so with her hair mussed and her wolf ears standing erect, twitching at every sound in the room.
she leaned down, her nose brushing against yours, before she dragged her lips down your jaw. when she reached your neck, she didn't kiss you. she nipped. her fangs grazed the sensitive skin over your jugular, not breaking it, but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. the sharp sting was immediately followed by the soothing heat of her tongue.
"i told you last night," she whispered against your skin, her breath hot and demanding. "you're mine. every inch. every morning. every fucking second."
she reached down between your bodies, her hand finding you. you were already slick, your body betraying you at her mere touch. she didn't go for gentle caresses; she used her claws retracted just enough to be blunt but still firm to trace circles around your clit, applying exactly the right amount of pressure to make you whimper.
she moved to position herself, and when she entered you, it wasn't the frantic pace of the night before. this was something different. this was slow, deliberate cruelty. she pushed inside you inch by agonizing inch, letting you feel every millimeter of the stretch, letting the friction build until you were begging her to stop and continue all at once.
"look at me," she commanded, her voice dropping to a guttural register.
you opened your eyes, your vision swimming with tears of pleasure. she was watching you with terrifying focus, her pupils swallowing the amber irises. she began to move long, deep strokes that seemed to reach all the way to your soul. each thrust was calculated to hit that perfect spot, to send waves of electricity crashing through your hips.
she grabbed your hands, interlacing her fingers with yours and pinning them against the pillow. she wanted you trapped, wanted you unable to do anything but receive what she was giving you. the wet, rhythmic slap of her hips against yours filled the quiet room, mingling with your broken moans.
"say it," she demanded, her pace quickening slightly, each thrust becoming more forceful. "tell me who owns this."
"you... daniela, you do," you gasped out, your hips bucking involuntarily against her. "please, fuck, *you* do."
the confirmation seemed to break something in her. she abandoned the slow rhythm for something more primal. she began to fuck you with a relentless, driving force that made the bedframe creak against the marble floor. she was using her hybrid strength to control every movement of your body, forcing your hips to meet hers, forcing you to take every inch of her.
you felt the climax building not as a wave, but as a storm. it was overwhelming, a pressure behind your eyes and a tightness in your lower belly that felt like it would shatter your bones. when you finally broke, it was a violent, full body convulsion. you screamed into the empty penthouse, your back arching so hard you thought you might snap.
she didn't slow down. she drove through your orgasm, her thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more desperate. she wanted to ride your pleasure until you were completely spent, until you couldn't even remember your own name.
and as you came, she was there. she pulled back just enough to slide her mouth down, her tongue finding you with ravenous intent. she licked you clean, tasting every drop of your release with a focused intensity that made you cry out again. she drank you like it was her birthright, her throat working as she swallowed your surrender.
she didn't stop until you were boneless, shaking beneath her, your eyes rolled back in your head. only then did she collapse against you, her tail wrapping around your leg, her ears flattening against her head in contentment as she claimed the last of your energy.
the walk through the school hallways felt like marching through a gauntlet of bated breaths and averted eyes. the lights of the corridor felt too bright, too sterile compared to the warm, cocoon of the penthouse, but the physical reality of daniela beside you was undeniable.
she wasn't hiding anymore. she walked with a predator's stride loose, confident, and dangerous. her wolf ears were fully upright, black tufts twitching at every locker slam and every whisper that died as you passed. her tail swayed behind her in a slow, deliberate arc, occasionally brushing against the legs of students who scrambled to step out of her way. she looked magnificent, a creature of myth walking through a world of mundane teenagers.
she carried your bag over one shoulder, the heavy straps digging into her skin without her seeming to notice. her free hand stayed firmly planted on the small of your back, her fingers splayed possessively. every time someone stared too long, she would cut them a glance sharp, amber eyes flashing with a warning that said look all you want, but touch and you die.
they weren't disgusted. they were terrified. they saw the way she claimed you, the way she moved like she owned not just the hallway but the very air you breathed.
you finally reached the student lounge a semi private alcove where her inner circle usually hung out. as you approached, the group of girls all froze mid sentence. they were all pure, all dressed in the latest fashion, but as daniela stepped into their space, they seemed to shrink.
"holy shit," yoonchae whispered, her eyes widening as they darted from daniela's ears down to the way her hand was still gripping your hip. "dani... what happened to you?"
daniela didn't flinch. she didn't apologize for the transformation. instead, she pulled you closer, dragging your hip flush against hers in a move that was both intimate and aggressively territorial. she sank into one of the plush armchairs, pulling you down onto her lap without breaking eye contact with her friends.
"what happened?" daniela asked, her voice carrying that new, gravelly edge that made megan visibly shiver. she leaned her head back, a smirk playing on her lips. "i stopped pretending."
manon leaned forward, her voice hushed with morbid curiosity. "you're... you're fully turned. and you brought her here like this?" she gestured vaguely toward you, though her eyes never left daniela's tail. "everyone's talking. they're saying you two were... in the library last night."
daniela let out a low, throaty chuckle that sounded almost like a purr. she nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply right there in front of them. "the library was just the warm up, sophia. the penthouse was better."
the girls exchanged glances a mix of shock and fascination.
"you're serious?" chloe asked, her cheeks flushing. "you actually... you did all that?"
daniela's grip on your waist tightened, her claws pricking through your shirt just enough to make you gasp softly. she looked up at them, her amber eyes glowing with a feral satisfaction. "she's been incredible. every inch of her smells like me now. every scream she made last night... i kept every single one."
she leaned closer to your ear, but loud enough for them to hear, her voice dropping to that intimate, dangerous register. "should i tell them how you tasted this morning, princess? how you begged me not to stop even when you couldn't breathe?"
you buried your face in her shoulder, your heart hammering against your ribs. you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but beneath the embarrassment, there was a dark, intoxicating thrill in hearing her brag about you like you were a prize she had won and intended to keep forever.
"leave her alone, dani," lara said, though there was no real conviction in her voice. she looked more intimidated than annoyed. "you're going to make her pass out."
"she's not going to pass out," daniela countered, her tail flicking dismissively. she pressed a kiss to your temple, her fangs grazing your skin briefly in a display of ownership. "she's exactly where she belongs. right here. under me."
she turned her attention back to her friends, her expression shifting from predatory affection to cold dominance. "and if anyone has anything to
say anything about it, i'll make sure they regret it. she's mine. understand?"
the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the unspoken understanding that daniela wasn't making empty threats. the girls nodded quickly, their eyes darting toward you with a newfound reverence mixed with genuine awe.
my souls to soft for this🙇♀️but i tried to have some thoughts
toxic!bd sophia makes it clear she’s not always available. that she cares more about your shared child then about you
“im doing this bc you own my child nothing else”
“next time get it yourself”
toxic!bd sophia is genuinely hot and cold. she’s unpredictable sometimes reliable then other times being late or unresponsive. while still having moments of coming to spend time with her child at your place so she can occasionally watch you wander around the house.
toxic!bd sophia convinces herself she dosent care tho she know she’s does but you wont hear it and very inconsistently will you feel it. when she’s tipsy she’s the most emotional and come over to sleep with you says she misses you then ghosts you for some days after just to do it again bc you let her
“you wont ever get over me. i’ll give you all my kids if i want to. and you’ll let me hm? that’s all your good for isn’t it? i like that stay a sl*t for me”
toxic!bd lara is a stalker. constantly watches your social media or keeps in touch with your friends or anyone you knew just to hear what your doing. just to see if you can find someone better then her when she knows damn well you won’t
“it’s been months and you still can’t move on? that’s sad. i guess i am unforgettable aren’t i?”
toxic!bd lara who’s isn’t really interested in dating again. genuinely wants to see how long it takes for you to break and beg for her to come back bc it just stokes her ego. would lowkey withhold some payment for your child bc she wants you to go to her for it.
“just ask nicely i might give it to you or it sounds like a you problem. i haven’t got all day u want it or not?”
toxic!bd daniela is in denial state constantly. still shows up for her kid without trying to entertain you. makes sure you see who she’s dating on her stories even if she’s not happy. when she’s dunk is when she’s honest and leaves you voice note after voice note some cursing you out some grieving
“i hate you. your always in my head..you baby trapped me on purpose..such a b**ch but god would i have another one with you..just to hear your screams again”
toxic!bd daniela acts like she didn’t send you anything. pretends she forgot. dosent know what your talking about. calls you delusional and desperate just bc you miss her when it’s really the other way around
toxic!bd daniela acts too busy for you forcing herself to ignore you. leave you on read. bc she genuinely finds it hot when your pissed at her or calls to curse her out. but if you leave her on read or if you try to keep her away from her kid she will come in your house uninvited and take that anger out on you
“all of a sudden you don’t know how to answer your phone huh?? stop tryna be cute don’t piss me off cuz i’ll come give you a whole second child and not help you with shit”
toxic!bd manon is not over you at all. she’s the pettiest one to have a fit if you try to move on seriously with anyone else. does not like being ignored and when you don’t answer her
“i know you see you see my messages doll answer this damn phone”
“so ignore me to go be a hoe in the streets? okay”
toxic!bd manon being the main one to not let you leave. no matter what she does to upset you or where you try to run to she will find you and remind you why you was with her. how you ended up with a baby and how’d she give you another
“you really think im not gonna find you mama? i own you and always will or do you need to be full for another 9 months to get that through your head?”
toxic!bd megan is passive aggressive. actually cares about you and the child she had with you but dosent want to be tied down either. she’s conflicted bc she still wants to do what she wants brushes you off when she goes to parties with friends
“that’s not my problem right now figure it”
“no stop calling me”
toxic!bd megan has a habit of making everything up to you by sleeping with you. dosent care if you get pregnant again the though only excites her more bc she’s thinking about herself. your her favorite to go down on. likes to get what she wants really without the labors that come from it
“god you feel so f**king good. see how well we get along when your not being a whiny b**ch
“you wanna be a mommy again? you’d look so hot carrying another one of me. you don’t get a say stop moving”
until death do us part - daniela avanzini x fem reader
synopsis - when y/n agrees to be one of manon’s bridesmaids, daniela doesn’t think much of it. that is, until she spends the happiest day of her friends’ lives trying not to let jealousy ruin hers.
warnings - 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, jealous & possessive daniela , dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, face sitting, choking/breath play (consensual), alcohol consumption, strong language
today was about sophia and manon finally getting married.
daniela sat on the left side of the chapel, around five rows back. she crossed one leg over the other, smoothing invisible creases from the black dress she’d spent entirely too long choosing.
it hugged her figure without looking overdone, the ribbed fabric sculpting softly around her waist before falling into a fitted silhouette. delicate spaghetti straps rested over her shoulders, framing a sweetheart neckline that dipped gently across her chest. the sides of the dress curved inward with subtle cut-outs that revealed just enough skin above her waist to catch the light whenever she moved.
her dark curls had been left down, glossy and defined, falling over both shoulders in soft waves that brushed against the straps of her dress whenever she turned her head.
she’d wanted to look nice, it was one of her best friends’ wedding. as she looked around the room, she couldn’t help smiling to herself. manon’s family were speaking quietly a few rows ahead and someone on sophia’s side was already crying before the ceremony had even started.
the lights dimmed and conversation slowly disappeared. one by one, people rose to their feet, chairs scraped gently across polished stone.
the musician sitting near the front lifted her bow, the first note echoed through the chapel. daniela turned toward the doors. they remained closed for only a second longer then they opened.
megan stepped through first, a quiet wave of smiles spread through the guests. she looked beautiful.
the bridesmaids on manon’s side wore matching champagne satin dresses that caught every bit of sunlight pouring through the windows. they were floor length with soft draping through the skirt, the fabric moving almost like liquid with every step.
the neckline wrapped gently across one shoulder before falling into an elegant silhouette that looked effortless rather than formal.
megan’s hair had been swept half-up, tiny white flowers pinned between loose curls that rested against her back.
she carried a bouquet of ivory roses tied together with cream ribbon. on the opposite side of the aisle came yoonchae, her dress was identical in every way, only the colour differed. instead of warm champagne, hers was a pale dusty blue that almost looked silver beneath the afternoon light.
sophia had chosen cooler tones, manon had chosen warmer ones. different palettes, same design. it looked perfect together.
they reached the altar before separating naturally to opposite sides. another few notes passed, the music swelled slightly.
they opened once more. lara appeared first, her arm was linked comfortably through someone else’s. daniela forgot how to breathe.
y/n.
the champagne satin somehow looked completely different on her. the dress skimmed softly over her body, catching the light every time she moved. the warm colour made her skin glow beneath the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, the satin folding and unfolding with each slow step she took.
it fit her perfectly, not tight, not loose just…perfect.
her hair had been styled into loose waves, brushed over one shoulder while the other side had been tucked neatly behind her ear with tiny white flowers woven between the strands.
daniela couldn’t look away, she’d seen y/n dressed up dozens of times. birthday dinners, christmas parties, new year’s and none of them had prepared her for this.
somehow every single person in the room seemed to disappear around her. lara, beside her, wore the matching dusty blue version for sophia’s side.
the contrast between them was almost unfair, warm champagne beside cool blue, gold beside silver, their bouquets matched the colours perfectly.
they walked slowly together, arms linked neatly at the elbows, keeping perfect pace with one another as they made their way down the aisle.
they looked comfortable, daniela hated how quickly she noticed that. she smiled anyway because she wasn’t about to be weird over people walking together at a wedding. that would be ridiculous.
halfway down the aisle…y/n looked up and their eyes met instantly almost like she’d been searching for her. a smile spread slowly across y/n’s face, the corners of her mouth lifting just enough for daniela to recognise it immediately then-
a tiny wink.
so quick nobody else would’ve caught it. daniela felt warmth shoot straight into her face. she had to fight the stupid grin threatening to spread across her own face, ducking her head for the briefest second before looking back up.
y/n had already turned forward again, daniela’s eyes followed her automatically. down the bouquet, the satin folds of the dress until they landed on lara’s arm. still linked comfortably through hers, lara leaned in ever so slightly to murmur something under her breath.
whatever it was made y/n smile again and daniela’s stomach tightened for absolutely no reason. they were bridesmaids, of course they were walking together.
they’d been paired together so it meant absolutely nothing. she knew that. still…her eyes lingered for a second longer than they should have.
on the way lara’s hand rested lightly against y/n’s forearm, on how naturally they moved together, on how close they looked. she swallowed and looked away then immediately looked back again before catching herself.
stop it.
she almost rolled her eyes at herself, it was one walk down an aisle, one wedding, one afternoon nothing about it meant anything and yet…as y/n continued toward the front of the chapel, sunlight catching in her hair while the champagne satin shimmered with every step…
daniela couldn’t shake the tiny, irrational flicker of jealousy sitting quietly in her chest.
the music changed. a few soft piano notes gave way to strings, slower now, fuller. every person in the chapel turned towards the doors once more.
they opened. sophia appeared first and the smile on her face was impossible to miss. she looked equal parts excited and completely overwhelmed, her white dress tailored perfectly, a small bouquet clasped in one hand as she took the first few steps into the chapel.
a few seconds later-
manon.
a quiet, collective breath swept through the room. she stood in the doorway for only a heartbeat, sunlight spilling around her before she started walking. she couldn’t stop smiling either. the moment their eyes found each other, everything else seemed to disappear.
~~~~~
the ceremony itself passed in a blur. there were stories from childhood friends that had everyone laughing. there were vows that somehow managed to make almost every guest reach for tissues.
daniela applauded with everyone else when they were finally pronounced married. she smiled, cried a little and laughed when megan sniffled louder than anyone else. but every so often…without meaning to…her eyes drifted to the bridesmaids more specifically to y/n.
standing beside megan, the champagne satin looked even prettier beneath the warm light now filling the chapel.
she laughed quietly at something megan whispered. shifted her bouquet from one hand to the other, brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
after photographs inside the chapel and another round of congratulations, the newlyweds finally turned towards the doors.
the quartet began playing again, this time something lighter and celebratory. the guests remained standing as the wedding party began making their way back down the aisle.
sophia and manon disappeared through the doors first, hands clasped tightly together as cheers and applause followed them outside. megan walked behind them, laughing as someone wolf-whistled from the back rows, yoonchae rolled her eyes dramatically before following after her.
then came y/n and lara. their arms weren’t linked this time, they walked side by side instead, their shoulders brushed every now and then as they laughed quietly about something daniela couldn’t hear.
maybe they had to walk close because the aisle just wasn’t very wide?
maybe daniela was imagining it, she hoped she was because somehow it felt even closer than before. she watched them all the way down the aisle watched lara lean in to say something, y/n grin, the distance between them seem to disappear entirely.
just before they reached the chapel doors, someone called lara’s name from outside and turned instinctively. without thinking, y/n’s hand came up, resting lightly against the middle of lara’s back as she guided her through the doorway.
it only lasted a second, the sort of thing people did without realising yet daniela’s jaw tightened.
there it was again, that annoying little twist in her stomach. because why the fuck is she touching her like that?
the applause slowly faded as the last of the wedding party disappeared outside. the guests began filtering into the aisle, chatting excitedly now that the ceremony was over. chairs scraped across the stone floor as everyone gathered handbags, jackets and programmes.
daniela waited until the people in front of her started moving before stepping out into the aisle herself. warm summer air met her the moment she stepped outside. somewhere ahead she could already hear laughter.
daniela found herself scanning the crowd for only one person.
“woah.”
daniela turned at the sound of y/n’s voice.
she’d somehow managed to slip away from the rest of the bridal party for a minute, weaving through the guests until she reached her. the second she stopped in front of daniela, she just… stared and her eyebrows lifted “you look fucking unbelievable, babe.”
daniela felt heat creep up her neck almost instantly, she looked down for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth “shut up.”
“i’m serious” y/n shook her head, still looking her over “i knew the dress was nice, but…” she let out a quiet laugh. “jesus.”
daniela looked back up at her, unable to stop smiling “right back at you, baby.” her hand found y/n’s arm, fingers absentmindedly smoothing over the satin before trailing slowly down towards her elbow.
“this dress is…” she bit lightly at her lip, shaking her head “…i don’t even have the words.” before she could think of anything else to say, y/n leaned in for a quick kiss.
she barely pulled back before leaning in again, stealing another “sorry,” she murmured against her lips. another kiss “haven’t…”
one more “…kissed you all day.”
she finally pulled away, smiling to herself “been a little busy.”
daniela laughed quietly “a little?”
“what did you think of the ceremony?”
out of the corner of her eye, daniela caught movement. lara. she was making her way across the courtyard towards them, glancing between the two of them before looking towards the line of waiting cars.
without really thinking about it, daniela stepped forward again. her hands slid gently around the back of y/n’s neck, fingertips disappearing into the loose hair resting there.
she drew her in. this kiss lingered just a few extra seconds where neither of them seemed particularly interested in pulling away.
when they finally did, daniela’s hands stayed where they were for a beat before slowly sliding from the back of y/n’s neck, down over her shoulder, settling comfortably around her upper arm.
“sorry…” they both looked over. lara had stopped a few feet away, an apologetic smile already on her face “didn’t mean to…” she gestured vaguely between them “…interrupt.”
y/n laughed “you’re alright.”
lara nodded towards the cars waiting outside the gates “sophia’s looking for all the bridesmaids. she wants us riding over together before everyone else gets there.”
“already?” y/n asked.
“apparently” lara smiled before looking over at daniela properly “girl…” she laughed softly, giving her an appreciative once-over. “you look unreal.”
daniela smiled “as do you.”
“thanks.” lara looked back at y/n “come on, they’re literally waiting.”
y/n let out an exaggerated sigh “i’m coming.”she looked back at daniela, giving her arm a gentle squeeze “i’ll see you there?”
“yeah.”
y/n smiled one last time before reluctantly stepping away, falling into step beside lara as they headed towards the waiting bridal party.
~~~~~
the reception venue overlooked rolling gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. the kind of place that looked like it’d been lifted straight out of a magazine.
white linen draped every table, glass chandeliers hung from exposed wooden beams overhead, catching the late afternoon sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. candles already flickered despite the daylight, and somewhere across the terrace a jazz trio played quietly while waiters drifted between guests with trays of champagne.
the formal photographs started almost immediately. which meant…waiting. daniela accepted a champagne flute from a passing waiter with a polite smile.
“thank you.” she took a sip, wandering towards the edge of the gardens where most of the guests had gathered to watch the wedding party being organised by the photographer.
“okay,” he called. “bridesmaids with manon first.”
megan and y/n crossed the lawn together, both in their matching champagne dresses, laughing about something as they joined manon.
the photographer adjusted them a dozen different ways.
daniela smiled to herself.
“alright, now with sophia’s side.”
y/n stepped back and lara met her halfway.
their dresses looked ridiculous together beneath the evening sun, champagne beside dusty blue, and the photographer immediately pulled them into position beside sophia.
“bit closer.” they shuffled “closer than that.” lara laughed, naturally stepping in until their shoulders touched “perfect.”
click.
daniela’s jaw tightened, it’s literally a photograph and she knew that. the photographer was telling them where to stand, that was his job.
still…why did they have to look so…comfortable?
she took another drink, someone asked the bridal party for a candid. lara leaned over and whispered something and whatever it was made y/n throw her head back laughing.
click.
daniela drained half her champagne in one go.
“everything alright?”
she looked around, one of manon’s cousins smiled at her.
“yeah.” she smiled back “just… thirsty.”
the cousin laughed before wandering away and daniela looked back towards the gardens where the photographer was still going.
“group hug!” lara immediately wrapped an arm around sophia, megan reached for manon and y/n got caught somewhere in the middle, laughing as everyone squeezed together.
it was all fine except every few minutes…lara seemed to end up next to y/n again, walking between locations, waiting while cameras were changed, standing shoulder to shoulder while someone adjusted bouquets.
what is she doing?
daniela frowned into her glass.
seriously does she have to stand that close every single time?
another sip.
it’s like she’s attached to her.
she immediately felt guilty, lara wasn’t doing anything wrong. they were bridesmaids, they’d spent the entire day together. of course they were talking and standing together but that didn’t stop the irritation bubbling away under her skin.
she finished the champagne, almost as soon as the flute was empty another appeared beside her, she took it without thinking. guests began filtering back towards the reception hall while staff opened the enormous glass doors leading inside.
place cards waited on every table, soft conversation filled the room again as people searched for their names. daniela had just started walking towards the entrance when she heard an older woman behind her.
“oh, don’t they make a lovely couple?”
she wasn’t talking to daniela but another woman beside her followed her gaze across the terrace.
“which two?”
“those girls.”
she smiled warmly.
“the one beside megan, the other bridesmaid and sophia’s friend…lara was it?”
daniela instinctively looked up. y/n and lara. they were walking towards the entrance together, lara saying something that made y/n smile again.
“aren’t they sweet?” the woman continued. “young love.”
the second woman chuckled “oh, i don’t think they’re-“
the rest disappeared beneath the rushing sound in daniela’s ears. a lovely couple. seriously?
she looked back towards them, lara reached over to brush something, probably a stray petal, from y/n’s shoulder. y/n smiled and said something back.
daniela felt something hot settle in her chest. before she realised she’d done it, she’d tipped the remaining champagne back, finishing it in one swallow. she set the empty flute down on the nearest tray with a little more force than she’d intended then headed straight inside.
she found the seating chart. table four.
daniela. next to it- y/n.
good. at least sophia had gotten one thing right.
she reached the table first, pulling out her chair before sitting down. her arms folded tightly across her chest, one heel began tapping against the wooden floor beneath the table.
y/n spotted her almost immediately. she smiled to herself before weaving between the tables, carefully slipping past waiters carrying bottles of wine and guests still trying to find their seats.
daniela didn’t move, she’d seen her coming and kept her eyes on the menu sitting in front of her.
“hi, baby.” y/n’s voice was soft, she rested one hand along the back of daniela’s chair as she leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her mouth “you alright?”
daniela hummed in response “mhm.” her hand found y/n’s thigh beneath the table almost automatically, fingers resting there for a second before her nails pressed lightly into the fabric of the champagne dress.
y/n smiled to herself “i love sophia and manon,” she murmured, leaning closer until her lips were beside daniela’s ear, “but fuck me…” she let out a tired breath “…this is exhausting.”
without another thought, she rested her head against daniela’s shoulder for a moment, eyes closing briefly “my face actually hurts from smiling.”
daniela gave another quiet hum “yeah.” her voice came out flatter than she’d intended “looks really tiring.”
there was enough edge to it that y/n immediately lifted her head again, she frowned and really looked at daniela this time. the crossed arms, the tight jaw, the way she hadn’t properly smiled once since she’d sat down “…what?”
daniela kept her eyes on the table “nothing.”
“daniela.”
“i said nothing.”
y/n tilted her head slightly “…okay, but it’s very obviously something.” before daniela could answer-
“there you two are.” megan appeared first, dropping into the chair opposite with an exaggerated sigh “my feet are actually numb.”
“you’re being dramatic,” yoonchae said, sliding into the seat beside her.
“i’m literally not.”
lara arrived last, placing her bouquet carefully beside her chair before sitting down next to y/n “i think i’ve been told to ‘look natural’ about eighty times today.”
“only eighty?” megan laughed. “lucky.”
the conversation immediately shifted. yoonchae started recounting one of the photographers trying to get manon to stop laughing, megan interrupted every other sentence and lara laughed quietly, adding her own version of events.
y/n joined in easily, smiling as she listened. beside her, daniela stayed unusually quiet, her hand never left y/n’s thigh. if anything…her grip tightened ever so slightly whenever lara leaned across to say something to y/n.
y/n noticed, she glanced sideways at her girlfriend. daniela still hadn’t looked at her once. whatever this was…it definitely wasn’t nothing.
~~~~~
dinner settled everyone.
once the speeches had finished and the nerves had worn off, the reception became exactly what weddings were supposed to be.
glasses clinked together across the room and someone kept topping up everyone’s wine before they even realised their glass was empty.
music drifted quietly through the speakers while waiters moved between tables carrying plates and laughing with guests they’d inevitably become familiar with over the last few hours.
daniela couldn’t have told anyone what she’d eaten, she knew it had been good everyone kept saying it was good, she barely noticed.
when it came time to cut the cake, everyone spilled away from their tables and gathered around the dance floor.
the enormous cake stood beneath a wall of flowers, sophia and manon already laughing before they’d even picked up the knife.
“just cut the thing already,” megan called from somewhere near the front.
the room erupted into laughter. the photographer tried desperately to get one normal photograph, he failed almost immediately when sophia deliberately dabbed icing across manon’s nose.
daniela smiled despite herself then instinctively looked for y/n. she found her a few people ahead, lara stood beside her.
of course she fucking did.
daniela slipped through the crowd without really thinking about it until she was standing on y/n’s other side.
y/n looked over “hi.”
daniela simply smiled before reaching down, finding her hand, their fingers laced together naturally.
y/n squeezed once then turned her attention back towards sophia and manon, daniela didn’t let go.
the first dance followed not long after. the lights dimmed, the room quietened. sophia held out her hand and manon rolled her eyes dramatically before taking it anyway.
everyone watched as they disappeared into the middle of the dance floor.
~~~~~
when the song came to an end, applause echoed around the room. before anyone had a chance to leave the dance floor, the dj laughed into the microphone “alright, don’t go anywhere.”
another song faded in “a married couple shouldn’t be dancing on their own.” a chorus of cheers followed. “everyone else, come and join them.”
almost instantly, the dance floor began to fill. y/n looked over at daniela “come here.”
daniela let herself be led onto the floor. as soon as they stopped, her arms slid comfortably around the back of y/n’s neck, her hands settling there like they belonged.
y/n’s found her waist just as naturally, they swayed slowly amongst everyone else, barely moving beyond the gentle rhythm of the music.
daniela’s fingers idly played with the soft hairs at the nape of y/n’s neck, twisting one absentmindedly before smoothing it back down again. she felt y/n smile “what?”
“nothing.” another slow sway. y/n looked at her for a second, her expression softening “i still can’t believe how good you look.”
daniela hummed quietly, her fingers caught lightly in the hair at the back of y/n’s neck, giving the tiniest playful tug “maybe if you took your eyes off lara for five minutes…” she spoke so casually it almost didn’t register.
“…you’d believe it.”
y/n blinked “…what?”
daniela only hummed again, her eyes fixed somewhere over y/n’s shoulder.
y/n let out a short laugh “wait…” she searched daniela’s face “…you’re joking.”
no smile “…dani?” another quiet hum and nothing else. the smile slowly disappeared from y/n’s face “…oh you’re not kidding?”
daniela still didn’t answer, she simply stepped a little closer until there was barely any space left between them, her forehead almost brushing y/n’s as they continued swaying with the music.
y/n’s hands remained around her waist, though her brow had furrowed slightly now “…baby.”
daniela’s fingers continued absentmindedly tracing the hair at the back of y/n’s neck “just dance.”
the song faded out to another round of applause.
people slowly drifted back towards their tables, stopping every few steps to greet someone they’d spotted across the room or steal another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
y/n kept glancing sideways at daniela, who hadn’t said another word since the dance. she still held y/n’s hand, but there was something tighter about the way she did it now.
they reached their table, y/n pulled her chair out but didn’t sit. instead she turned towards daniela, lowering her voice “…baby?”
daniela looked at her.
“can we just-“
“y/nnnn!”
both of them turned. lara came stumbling over, cheeks pink from the champagne she’d clearly had more than enough of. she laughed as she reached them, immediately looping an arm around y/n’s shoulders, practically hanging off her.
“there you are.”
y/n laughed, instinctively steadying her before she toppled over “easy.”
“i’m being easy.” lara dissolved into another fit of giggles. she finally noticed daniela standing beside them and her eyes widened dramatically.
“oh…” she pointed between the two of them “i am so… so sorry.” she reached out, patting daniela’s shoulder with exaggerated sincerity “i’ve stole your girl all day.”
another laugh escaped her before she dropped her forehead against y/n’s shoulder “sorry.”
daniela held her gaze for a second “…i’ve noticed.”the words were quiet but flat enough that y/n immediately looked at her.
before lara could respond, daniela stepped forward, gently but firmly lifting lara’s arm from around y/n’s shoulders “come on.” she smiled politely “you should probably sit down before you fall over.”
lara laughed again “probably.”
megan appeared out of nowhere, shaking her head “oh fuck sake” she slipped an arm around lara’s waist “you’re done.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’ve just apologised to daniela for stealing her girlfriend.” megan sighed “come on.”
as megan began steering lara away, y/n turned straight back to daniela who was glaring at her. y/n looked across the room, grabbing onto the first distraction she saw.
“look, baby!” she pointed towards the far corner of the reception hall where a vintage-style photo booth sat surrounded by fairy lights and a growing queue of guests “a photo booth.”
she smiled nervously, slipping her fingers between daniela’s again “come on.” before daniela could answer, y/n gave her hand a gentle tug, starting to lead her across the room.
daniela followed, after only a couple of steps, her grip tightened around y/n’s hand.
y/n’s smile faltered “…ow.” she glanced down briefly before looking back at daniela “dani…”
daniela loosened her grip almost immediately “sorry.” the apology came automatically.
the photo booth sat tucked away in the corner of the reception hall, draped in strings of fairy lights that cast shifting patterns of gold across the floor around it. a red velvet curtain hung across the entrance.
y/n didn’t wait. she stepped inside first, pulling daniela in after her before letting the curtain fall closed behind them.
the space shrank instantly, the music from the reception hall became muffled, the bass thrumming through the velvet like a heartbeat.a single strip of LED lights ran across the top of the booth, casting a soft pink glow over everything.
y/n turned to face her “dani-“ that was all she got out before daniela shoved her backward. the small chair creaked beneath them as y/n landed against it, her breath catching in her throat.
daniela didn’t give her a second to recover. she stepped forward, one hand pressing against y/n’s chest, shoving her back against the chair cushions until there was barely any space left between them.
then she kissed her hard and messy. lips crashing together without finesse, without the slow build-up of a first kiss.
y/n melted into it instantly, her hands finding daniela’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thighs.
daniela’s lips were hot and insistent. she bit lightly at y/n’s lower lip, tugging it between her teeth before releasing it with a quiet pop.
“you’re mine,” she murmured against y/n’s mouth, her voice rough with something between need and frustration. “stop letting everyone fucking touch you.”
y/n gasped, her fingers tightening against daniela’s hips. daniela kissed down her jaw, her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.
y/n’s head fell back with a quiet moan, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath daniela’s lips.
“dani p-people could see-“ another kiss, this time lower down the column of y/n’s throat.
daniela’s hands slid up her sides, fingers catching on the ribbed fabric of the champagne satin before pushing the straps down her arms.
she didn’t stop there, she kept going. until the dress pooled around y/n’s waist, exposing the soft lace of her bra and the plane of her stomach.
y/n’s breath hitched, her hands flew to daniela’s shoulders, nails digging in slightly as daniela’s lips trailed lower, over the lace covering y/n’s breasts, her teeth grazing lightly over a hardened nipple before moving on.
“fuck-“ y/n’s voice was breathy.
daniela smirked against her skin before standing up abruptly, her hands went to the hem of her own dress and without hesitation, she lifted it.
pulled her lace thong down her thighs and stepped out of it. the fabric was already damp at the crotch, the lace clinging to her skin before daniela balled it up in her fist and shoved it to y/n’s chest
“meet me on the dancefloor” her voice was low and commanding. y/n stared at the thong in her hand, her face flushed, her lips swollen from kissing. she swallowed and nodded.
her fingers closed around the damp lace, fingers curling around it instinctively before she tucked it into the small clutch bag hanging from her wrist.
daniela’s eyes stayed on her “good girl.” then she turned, pushed the curtain open and stepped out.
she left y/n sitting there, trembling slightly, her dress still pushed down around her waist, her skin flushed and her mind racing.
~~~~~
the dancefloor was already crowded when y/n finally made her way back out.
the dj had switched to a slower, sexier track. something with a deep bassline that pulsed through the floor beneath her heels.
she spotted daniela immediately, stood near the edge of the dancefloor, her back against one of the support pillars, her posture relaxed but her eyes locked on y/n the second she stepped into view.
she looked dangerous and y/n’s stomach flipped.
she weaved through the crowd, her champagne satin dress swaying with every step, her mind still reeling from the photo booth, from the way daniela had looked at her, from the way she’d spoken to her.
“you took your time.” daniela’s voice was a low purr, her eyes dark with something that made y/n’s breath catch.
she didn’t wait for an answer, instead, she turned and backed herself against y/n’s front. her ass pressed flush against y/n’s hips, her body moving instantly to the rhythm of the music.
y/n’s hands found her waist automatically, fingers curling into the satin, gripping tight as daniela began to grind against her.
every roll of her hips sent a jolt of heat straight between y/n’s thighs. she could feel the damp lace of her own thong and could feel the way her body ached for daniela’s touch.
“dani…” her voice was barely a whisper.
daniela didn’t turn around, she kept moving. one hand sliding up to tangle in y/n’s hair, her fingers twisting slightly, pulling just enough to make y/n gasp.
“shh.” she leaned back slightly, her ass still pressed against y/n’s hips, her voice a dark murmur in y/n’s ear “make up an excuse.”
y/n’s heart pounded “what?”
“get the fuck out of here,” daniela whispered, her lips brushing the shell of y/n’s ear as she spoke. “meet me in the bedroom.”
she turned around to meet y/n’s gaze over her shoulder, her expression was serious “you belong to me.”
her fingers trailed down y/n’s jaw, her chin, her neck, until they rested against the hollow of y/n’s collarbone. she dragged her fingertip along the sensitive skin there, slow and deliberate “and i’m gonna fucking prove it to you.”
then she stepped away and walked off before y/n could respond, left her standing there breathless.
~~~~~
y/n slipped away from the edge of the dance floor almost on instinct. she kept her head down, weaving between guests until she spotted the sign for the hotel bathrooms just off the ballroom lobby.
she pushed through the heavy door, the noise of the reception immediately dulling behind her.
she hurried to the nearest mirror, planting both hands against the marble countertop as she looked up “…shit.”
her cheeks were still bright pink and her hair, which had been perfectly pinned back hours earlier, had escaped in loose strands that framed her face in complete disarray.
and then there was her lipstick or…what was left of it.
it had smudged beyond the edges of her lips, faded unevenly until it looked more like she’d forgotten to reapply it than anything else.
“…shit, shit.” she grabbed a paper towel, dampening it under the tap before carefully wiping around her mouth.
she smoothed both hands down the front of her dress, straightening the satin where it had creased before adjusting the straps back into place. she tucked the loose pieces of hair behind her ears but they immediately fell back out again.
“…of course.” opening her clutch, she reached automatically for her lipstick instead…her fingers brushed against something soft and wet.
she froze and slowly looking down into the bag “…oh my god.” she squeezed her eyes shut for a second.
she bit the inside of her cheek, quickly pushing the lace further beneath the rest of her things before anyone could walk in and catch a glimpse.
her face somehow grew even hotter, she let out a long breath through her nose, shaking her head to herself trying to ignore the ache between her legs. finally finding her lip liner and lipstick, she leaned closer to the mirror.
she fluffed her hair with her fingers, pinched a little colour back into her cheeks, though she hardly needed the help and took one final look at herself.
still flushed and still a little flustered but at least she no longer looked quite so obvious.
snapping the compact shut, she slipped it back into her clutch, squared her shoulders and headed for the door.
the music grew louder as she stepped back into the corridor, laughter spilling out from the ballroom once again.
she’d barely taken a few steps before she walked straight into someone “whoa.” warm hands caught her by the elbows before she could stumble “careful.” y/n looked up.
megan.
“s-sorry.”
megan steadied her before taking a proper look at her “…hey.” her brows knitted together “you alright?”
“yeah.” the answer came far too fast “yeah, i’m fine.”
megan didn’t look convinced, she studied her for another second “you look…” she hesitated “…a bit flustered.”
y/n instinctively touched her cheek “do i?”
“a little” megan smiled faintly.
y/n laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck “it’s just… really warm in there.”
megan glanced towards the air-conditioned ballroom before looking back at her “…sure.”
there was a brief silence as y/n looked over megan’s shoulder. across the room, sophia and manon were still surrounded by relatives, being pulled into yet another round of family photos.
“…megan?”
“yeah?”
“if soph or manon ask where i am…” she hesitated, searching for something believable “…could you tell them dani’s not feeling great?”
y/n nodded “yeah… i think i’m gonna take her upstairs for a bit.”
“of course” megan gave her arm a reassuring squeeze “i’ll let them know.”
“thank you.”
“tell her i hope she’s okay.” megan smiled “go on. i’ll cover for you.”
“thanks, megs.” with one last grateful smile, y/n slipped away towards the tables to collect their things before making her way out into the hotel lobby.
~~~~~
the elevator doors chimed open just as she approached, and she stepped inside without hesitation. the mirrored walls reflected the flushed state of her skin, the slightly messy waves of her hair, the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. she pressed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall, clutching her small clutch bag tightly to her chest.
when the doors slid open again, she stepped out into the quiet hallway, the plush carpet muffling the sound of her heels. she hurried toward their room, her mind racing with images of daniela’s possessive touch, the way her voice had dropped into something dark and demanding.
she reached for her key card, her fingers brushing against the soft lace in her clutch. the wetness of it made her whimper quietly, her body tightening with need. she fumbled slightly, her free hand pressing against the door as she tried to steady herself.
the card slid into the reader with a quiet click, and the lock disengaged. she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the king-sized bed and the figure standing in the middle of it.
daniela.
she stood there barefoot, her dress still on but unzipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts beneath the black lace of her bra. her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture relaxed but her eyes burning with something raw and hungry.
y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers tightening around her clutch as she stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind her.
daniela didn’t move and didn’t speak. just watched her with those dark, intense eyes, her jaw set, her lips slightly parted as if she were already tasting her.
y/n’s pulse spiked, she took another step forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
daniela moved before she could take another. she crossed the room in three long strides, her hand shooting out to grab y/n’s wrist. she yanked her forward, spinning her around until y/n’s back slammed against the door with a quiet thud.
the impact stole the breath from y/n’s lungs, her clutch slipping from her fingers as daniela’s body pressed flush against hers. one hand shot up, gripping y/n’s jaw, tilting her head back just enough to claim her mouth in a hot, messy kiss.
y/n moaned into it, her hands flying to daniela’s waist, nails digging into the satin of her dress as daniela’s tongue forced its way past her lips. the kiss was rough, demanding, nothing like the soft touches they usually shared. it was possession and need as if daniela was staking her claim, her teeth grazing y/n’s lower lip before pulling back just enough to speak.
“you enjoyed that?” her voice was low, rough with something between jealousy and desire. “letting her touch you all night.”
y/n’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as daniela’s grip tightened on her jaw “b-babe it wasn’t like-“ she didn’t get to finish.
daniela cut her off with another kiss, this one even harder, her free hand sliding down to grip y/n’s throat. not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make her feel it, enough to remind her who she belonged to.
“shut up.” daniela’s voice was a dark murmur against her lips. “and open.”
y/n obeyed instantly, parting her lips for daniela’s tongue to sweep inside. she moaned, her body arching into the touch, her hips rolling instinctively against daniela’s thigh.
daniela pulled back just enough to look at her, her thumb brushing over y/n’s bottom lip before trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. her fingers traced the neckline of y/n’s dress, teasing the fabric before slipping beneath it.
“you look too fucking good in this dress.” her voice was rough, her eyes dark with hunger.
before y/n could respond, daniela’s hands were on her hips, gripping tight as she spun her around and shoved her toward the bed. y/n stumbled forward, catching herself on the mattress before daniela’s body pressed her down into the soft comforter.
“dani-“
“shh.” daniela’s breath was hot against her ear as she leaned over her, her hands sliding up y/n’s sides, pushing the champagne satin up inch by inch.
y/n whimpered, her ass lifting slightly as daniela’s hands reached the small of her back, she suddenly remembered her heels were still on.
“m-my heels-“
she started to protest, but daniela cut her off with a sharp shove her body pressing into the mattress as daniela’s hands gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wider.
“i don’t give a fuck.” daniela’s voice was a growl, her fingers digging into y/n’s thighs as she pushed her flush against the bed.
she shuffled up y/n’s body, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of y/n’s face. her hands slid up, pushing the dress up further until it pooled around her waist then before she could even react daniela sat down right on y/n’s face.
y/n moaned instantly, her hands flying to daniela’s thighs as the sudden weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. daniela’s hands shot out, gripping the headboard for balance, her hips already rolling as she ground down against y/n’s mouth.
“fuck-” daniela’s voice was a broken moan, her thighs trembling as she settled fully onto y/n’s face. “that’s it baby fuck me with your mouth.”
y/n moaned, her tongue flicking out instinctively, lapping at daniela’s dripping pussy. she could taste her salty, sweet, intoxicating and she arched her back, her hands gripping daniela’s thighs as she pulled her closer.
daniela gasped, her hips jerking as y/n’s tongue found her clit, swirling around it in slow, torturous circles. “shit-” she moaned, her body trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her hips rolling in time with y/n’s tongue. “fuck, just like that”
she reached back, one hand tangling in y/n’s hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper as she ground down harder, her pussy dripping against y/n’s lips. “take it, baby. take every fucking drop.”
y/n moaned, her tongue working faster, her fingers digging into daniela’s thighs as she lapped at her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she arched her back, her hips rolling in time with daniela’s movements.
daniela’s breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her moans filling the room as y/n’s tongue worked her closer and closer to the edge. “fuck yes yes yes!“ she gasped, her hips stuttering as she came, her pussy clenching around y/n’s tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
daniela let out a shuddering breath as the final waves of her orgasm subsided. she opened her eyes, looking down at y/n sprawled beneath her, face glistening with her wetness. a possessive growl rumbled in her throat as she sat back, straddling y/n's waist.
her hand shot out, wrapping around y/n's throat in a firm grip. y/n's breath caught, eyes widening slightly at the sudden intensity.
daniela leaned in, tongue flicking out to drag slowly across y/n's chin, licking up the remnants of her own juices. the taste sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to her core.
"look at you," she purred, voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "covered in me." she pressed closer, lips ghosting over y/n's as she tightened her grip on her throat just enough to make her squirm.
"you like that, don't you?" she murmured, grinding her hips down against y/n's. "knowing you belong to me?"
without warning, she crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as she claimed y/n's mouth. y/n whimpered, hands grasping uselessly at daniela's back as she was thoroughly ravished.
when daniela finally pulled back, they were both panting. she stared down at y/n, eyes dark with possessiveness.
“you liked watching me get jealous all day, didn't you?" daniela hissed, her grip tightening around y/n's throat.
y/n's eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. "i-i didn't know baby i swear-“
“shut up." daniela cut her off, dragging y/n's hand between her own thighs. "these hands were on her all day. on her arm, on her waist, on her-“ she ground down against y/n's palm, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"baby, it was for the wedding-" y/n tried to protest, only to be silenced by daniela pushing her fingers deeper.
“this is where your fucking hands should've been." daniela hissed, sinking down onto y/n's digits, her eyes falling shut as she rode them, her breathing ragged.
daniela's hips ground down harder, her pussy clenching rhythmically around y/n's fingers as she chased her release again.
"tell me you're mine," she demanded, her voice low and rough with need. she tightened her grip on y/n's throat, applying just enough pressure to make y/n gasp. "say it."
y/n's back arched, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. "i’m yours, dani," she panted. "i’m yours, only yours..."
daniela's grip on y/n's throat tightened slightly as she let out a long, guttural moan. her hips jerked erratically, her pussy clamping down hard on y/n's fingers as she came again, shuddering and gasping above her. wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into y/n's skin as she rode it out, her eyes locked onto y/n's the entire time.
she collapsed forward, bracing herself on her hands as she tried to catch her breath. her grip on y/n's throat loosened, her thumb brushing gently over the flushed skin in an almost soothing gesture.
"yeah you're mine, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "you're the only person who gets to do this to me, ever." she pulled back, her gaze never leaving y/n's, as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her with a wet plop.
y/n's whimper was like music to her ears, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she lifted y/n's fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean slowly, her eyes never leaving y/n's.
muffled sounds of pleasure and arousal escaped her lips as she savored the taste of herself on y/n's fingers, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked at y/n, who was now a whimpering mess.
"p-please mami..." y/n's plea was like a trigger, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her mouth, her lips curling into a possessive, hungry smile.
she leaned forward, her mouth inches from y/n's, her breath hot and heavy against y/n's skin "what do you want, baby?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "what do you want me to do to you?"
y/n whimpered, hips bucking up needily against daniela. "touch me, please."
without a word, daniela moved quickly, flipping y/n over onto her stomach. she unzipped the champagne dress, peeling it slowly off y/n's body.
a groan escaped daniela's lips as she gazed upon y/n's bare ass. she raised one hand and brought it down in a firm slap, making y/n gasp. "look at you, so fucking wet," daniela growled.
she reached up, fingers tangling in y/n's hair and yanking her head back, arching y/n's back. "bet you were this wet all day, knowing you were getting me fucking jealous," she hissed.
y/n trembled beneath the firm grip, heart pounding. she was aching to be touched, craving daniela's possessive hands on her body. “i-i wasn’t trying to make you jealous”
daniela's grip on y/n's hips tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she yanked y/n's thong off, the sound of the fabric tearing echoing through the room. y/n's legs trembled, her feet splayed out to the sides as daniela's hand reached around, slipping under her body.
the angle was perfect, daniela's fingers sliding deep into y/n's pussy, the tips curling up to graze the sensitive spot just inside. y/n's body arched, her hips rolling up to meet daniela's hand, her clit grinding into the palm. the pressure was exquisite, the sensation of daniela's fingers moving inside her, coupled with the gentle rubbing of her clit, sent y/n's senses into overdrive.
"don't fucking lie to me," daniela's voice was low, husky, her words punctuated by the sound of her fingers moving in and out of y/n's pussy. "only i can make you this wet, isn't that right, baby?" y/n's response was a mere whimper, her body betraying her as she bucked up into daniela's hand.
the sound of daniela's fingers moving inside y/n was like music, the wet sounds of her pussy slick with arousal, echoing through the room. daniela's fingers sped up, her movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she approached the edge.
"that bitch couldn't make you feel this good, no one can," daniela's voice was a dark whisper, her words laced with a possessive intensity that sent shivers down y/n's spine. "this pussy is mine. you're mine. all of you is."
she leaned over y/n's body, her eyes dark with desire. her fingers moved relentlessly, pressing and curling inside y/n's wet heat. the rhythmic squelching sounds filled the room, punctuated by y/n's desperate whimpers and moans.
y/n's body was pinned beneath daniela's, her body pressing into y/n's back as she worked her fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot that had y/n writhing and clenching around her.
"feel good, mi amor?" daniela purred in y/n's ear, her voice low and dripping with arousal. she emphasized her words by pushing her fingers in harder and faster.
"you hear that?" daniela whispered, tugging y/n's hair back so she could see her flushed, blissed-out expression. "only i do that to you, baby. don't i?"
y/n was a whimpering, drooling mess beneath her, her hips grinding back desperately against daniela's hand.
“y-yes, mami," she whined, her voice high and needy.
daniela growled, her wrist beginning to ache from the relentless pace, but she didn't slow down. y/n was hers, and she was going to make sure she remembered that.
her fingers moved faster, her touch growing more insistent as she whispered in y/n's ear "yeah, you wanna cum, baby? you wanna cum all over my fingers?" her tongue darted out, tracing the shell of y/n's ear, making her shiver "you're so close, i can feel it. your pussy's clenching, trying to keep me inside." her breath was hot against y/n's skin, her words making y/n's arousal spike "let go, baby. let me feel you cum."
y/n's body tensed, her muscles locking up as her orgasm hit. daniela's fingers were still moving, still stroking her, but it was too much. y/n's pussy clenched, and she felt herself being pulled under, her vision blurring at the edges
“dani- fuck yes nnghh oh my god-“
daniela's mouth closed over y/n's neck, her teeth sinking in, marking her skin. y/n felt a rush of pain mixed with pleasure, her orgasm intensifying as daniela sucked and bit, leaving her skin throbbing and tender.
y/n's body arched off the bed, her hips thrusting, her pussy clenching around daniela's fingers. she was screaming, moaning, her voice echoing off the walls as daniela continued to suck and bite, leaving her skin marked and bruised.
daniela finally pulled back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with desire. she gazed down at y/n, her expression possessive, her lips curled into a cruel smile.
"mine," she whispered, her voice low and rough. "you're mine."
daniela pulled her fingers out slowly, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips as she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. she licked them clean with a low hum, savoring the taste of y/n's arousal.
"mmm, you taste so good, baby," she purred, her dark eyes burning with desire.
y/n lay beneath her, trembling and spent, her pussy clenching around nothing. she tried to turn over, to face her girlfriend, but the other woman quickly moved, tangling her fingers in y/n's hair and pushing her back down.
"did i say i was done?" daniela's free hand drifted down, teasing y/n's now sensitive clit and making her hips jerk.
her grip on y/n's hair tightened, a silent command to stay put as she began to stroke y/n's clit in slow, torturous circles. y/n whimpered, her body arching into the touch, desperate for more.
"i'm not stopping until the only name that's in your pretty little head," daniela leaned in, her lips brushing y/n's ear
“is mine”
a/n : 👀 sooo what can i say im a sucker for jealous dani
femme!manon who smells like vanilla with the perfect scent of jasmine musk to bring it all together. her scent is truly unforgettable and it lingers heavily. you always smell her scent on your body after she hugs you.
femme!manon who has a vanity full of fragrances and oils. she loves to smell good and leave her scent everywhere she goes.
femme!manon loves a bubble baths. its her favorite thing to do after coming home from a long day. she would fill the bath with hot water and soaks, sometimes even getting a face mask for the full thing. she would lay in the tub with her eyes closed, a cigarette burning between her fingers as her body relaxed. she could stay in there all night really. she really loves baths.
femme!manon has well manicured nails. she gets them done pretty often, not even giving them time to grown olds. she always gets them short, never too long. she keeps soft whites, pinks and french tips in rotation. sometimes she dabbles in lilacs or soft blues but she keeps it basic.
femme!manon who has your name tattooed on her ring finger. when she asked you to marry her, she got your name tattooed on her ring finger the next day. you two still have matching rings but when manon has to take it off, you would always be there.
femme!manon who loves to read. she loves to read on her kindle, and going to the library to spend an hour searching and scanning through books. she can read anything, she loves every genre. but her favorites have to be romance and thrillers.
femme!manon who hates texting. she gets overwhelmed by too many texts. if she sees you sending her multiple messages, the first thing she does is calls you, and it’s alway, “why didn’t you just call me?”
femme!manon who loves to provide, she loves to pay the tab. she wants you to spend her money, and gift you with nice things. she loves going in the store and buying you an outfit just because she thinks it would look good on you. she gave you a debit card to buy whatever you want, whenever you need. she hates when you ask her for something, she never wants you to question anything. if you want it, you get it.
femme!manon who loves to snap a picture. she has a digital camera and she always takes it wherever she goes. she loves taking pictures of cities, nature and especially you beside it. you’re her favorite thing to capture. she’s always telling you to pose, insisting you to always take one more picture even if you’re over it.
femme!manon loves sundays. she loves to sleep in next to you, and then making late breakfast and enjoying it with her wife. she loves when it’s just the two of you with no distractions.
femme!manon who’s favorite thing to do at night is be on top of you as her wet pussy slaps against yours at a fast pace. feeling her pussy against yours is manon’s favorite. she could grind her cunt against yours for hours, overstimulating not only you but herself, but still being addicted to your pussy and continuing regardless of how overwhelming it was.
femme!manon who loves receiving as much as she loves giving. she loves melting against the sheets as your tongue swirls around her sensitive bud. she’s never ashamed of how loud she gets for you, letting you know how good you make her feel.
femme!manon who loves making you take her fingers. she’s loves making you unfold with just her fingers. she loves when you grind on her fingers, eager to chase her fingers. “so pretty, my love. so pretty taking my fingers, i’ll always give them to you baby girl.”
pairing: g!p daniela avanzini x latina!female reader
warnings: smut, p in v, breeding, unprotected sex, degrading, choking, pussy slapping, aftercare
a/n: everyone cross your fingers for paraguay 🤞🏻
Snacks decorated the coffee table, decorations hung all over the house, the kitchen a madden mess of food on fancy little trays. The girls scattered throughout the living room—Yoonchae and Manon hanging off the bean bag chairs, Megan playing her Nintendo switch on the rocking chair, Lara spread out on the floor with your dog in her lap, Sophia sat on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest.
And Daniela was pacing, already, behind the couch, eyes glued to the screen as the intense match already started. Her jersey bagged over the jeans sagging on her hips, the bright red and white colors catching the sunlight peaking through the blinds.
You approached her, beer bottle in hand and going it to your girlfriend. “How is it so far?”
“Intense.” She mumbled, teeth clenched. You see her shoulders tensed up completely.
“Do you think they’ll win?”
She sighed. “I don’t even know. Maybe? I hope so.”
You rubbed her back, handing her a plate of food. “Well, you’ll cheer best on a full stomach. Eat up, babe, let me know if you want anything else.”
France’s passes, each skillful in their own way, tensed Daniela’s body up even more. Her hands grabbed onto the back of the couch, leaning over as she watched intensely. It’s only the first half, she’s eaten through two plates of food out of pure stress and chugged a beer plus the two waters you gave her already.
You kissed her cheek, approaching with a soft smile. “Hey, baby. Need anything else?”
“No.” She brushed you off with a grunt, paused, and slowly wrapped her arm around your shoulders to pull you against her chest. “I’m already stressed, and it barely started.”
You chuckled a little, hands cupping her face to gently run your thumbs along her cheeks. “It’s okay. It means a lot to you. Nothing wrong with that, mi amor.”
For the first time, she cracked a small smile and kissed your forehead. “Thank you, hermosa. One more water would be great actually.”
The clock ticked on and on. No matter how much Daniela tried to calm down, or your efforts to help, it didn’t quite work. The roaring cheers from fans only added to the pressure she felt in her chest.
The rest of the girls paid no mind, it didn’t matter much to them, they were here for the good time and free food. You watched from afar how happy they were, and how tense Daniela is. The contrasted difference sparked an idea in your head.
The save from Orlando Gill made her let out a sigh of relief. But she was stiff as a board. You approached, quieter, arms wrapping around her waist from behind.
“Amor.” She warned, low and softly at first, eyes darting across the screen. “I’m focused.”
“I know.” You whispered. Your hand wandered and found its way to the crotch of her jeans, dipping in with easy. Daniela’s hips bucked at the sudden movement. She managed to turn away from the game, eyes filled with fury and frustration.
“What the fuck?” She hissed. She looked at the girls, back at you, then grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bathroom. She shut the door, locking it behind, and pushed you against it. “Why are you fucking with me, huh, baby? I’m busy with the game. Did you just want attention like the whore you are?”
“Maybe…” You smirked.
Daniela spit on her hand. “You’ve got it now.” She shoved her hand down your pants, through the lace panties you wore, and cupped your pussy—it already happened to be soaking wet. You moaned loudly. Her free hand reached up and pressed her fingers around your throat.
“Shut up.” She whispered softly, eyes burning with lust now. “This okay? Want me to stop?”
“No.” You whimpered, head tilted back against the door.
“Good.” She kissed your cheek, and slowly pushed two fingers inside you. You moaned loudly again, she tightened her grip around your neck. “You need to be quiet, mama. Or I will stop right now and leave you alone, dripping wet for me.”
You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. She worked you from the inside out with her fingers pounding relentlessly, adding a third for good measure, curling them just the way she knows you like. You came quickly, coating her entire hand. You felt like you were going to need a new pair of pants.
Daniela pulls her hand out, licking it clean. You shivered at the forceful eye contact she made with her hand now holding your jaw. You bit your bottom lip as she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down to her ankles. She glanced down at yours then back up—a silent demand to take them off.
And you obeyed, quickly. They were hung around your ankles in a matter of seconds. She grabbed you from the door, turning you around and bending you over the sink. She pressed her lips against your ear, you could feel her warm breath go down your neck. “Be a good girl and stay quiet.”
She guided her tip, an angry red color to it from how worked up she was, and slapped it against your pussy, hearing the wet noise it made. Daniela groaned, biting down on your shoulder as she pushed herself inside slowly. The stretch burned, but in a familiar way that you learned to get used to.
It took exactly 12 seconds for Daniela to transition from slow to fast, and she did so effortlessly. Her cock pounded into you, hitting spots you didn’t know existed but felt so good. She gripped your bare hips, bringing you back each time to maximize the pleasure. Your wetness formed a ring around her cock, squelching sounds filling the bathroom.
You bit down on your hand to keep yourself quiet, eyes rolling back into your head. Daniela’s already out of breath. “Fucking slut.” She cursed lowly, a low growl escaping her lips. “Doing all this just to get all dumb on my cock. Distracting me from my game. For your sake, you better hope France didn’t score.”
You let out broken whimpers and whines, containing the volume the best you can. You almost broke down the moment Daniela came inside you—warm cum filling you up and dripping down your inner thighs. Her sexy moans filled your ears, and that was honestly what pushed you over the edge.
With a high pitched cry, and Daniela’s hand covering your mouth, you came on her cock with gushing waves of wetness, a mixed mess piled on the floor now. Her thrusts slowed to a complete stop and she stayed inside for a long minute. She lifted her head from your chest and kissed your lips softly.
“Was that you helping my stress?” The small smile on you face said it all.
“It worked, didn’t it?” You hooked your arms around her neck.
Daniela huffed a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “You always know what I need, mami.”
“Let’s clean up and go back out there. Your team needs your support.”
ᥫ᭡ i’m a couple minutes out from relapsing into you… oh fuck it baby, I love it ᥫ᭡
lara raj x fem!reader (college au)
word count: 8.5k
summary: lara had been a terrible girlfriend to you, and you're glad to have moved on from her after your definitive breakup months ago. so then, why does it feel like your knees are about to give out every time you see her? and what happens when she shows up at the same party as you and tries to break the distance you’ve kept so carefully?
tags: college au, ex gf!lara (she's a menace), bi!reader, r is dating a man, r and said man get physical, cheating, toxic dynamics, tipsy sex, consent is there but it's not the most explicit of things, dom!lara, sub!reader, dirty talk, degradation, use of strap-on, spanking, rough sex, oral, rimming, (reader receiving), idk what else, mdni.
a/n: here's this. and before you ask yes i did use love island names...
You’re lying on a familiar dorm room bed, eyes roaming over empty white walls except for a single poster of some baseball player with his bat held up in the air, hanging on the wall to your right. You’ve become well accustomed to it, being the only thing you can stare at while being here. The corners of the paper curling, the colors of the man’s outfit, the flex of his legs, the concentration on his features.
Rob, your boyfriend, is lying on top of you while pressing short kisses on your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. In theory, it should be enjoyable, except his lips feel too dry on your skin, and he moves them hastily over random spots of your neck, lacking any technique.
You know he’s aiming to make you horny, hoping he can slide his dick inside you without need for spit or lube if he dedicates a few minutes to foreplay. But really, the kisses feel awkward on your skin, his body feels heavy on top of yours, he keeps rubbing his clothed erection on you so forcefully it’s nearing painful, his hair isn’t long enough to fully grip, and he lacks any passion that could actually turn you on.
You think it might be unfair to him, sometimes, or at least your friends tell you it is. He’s, unknowingly, constantly being compared to your ex who, apart from being a mind-blowingly good fuck, you also used to love with your entire heart.
Which is why you don’t go hard on him—don’t tell him his dick might leave a bruise on your thigh tomorrow if he keeps dry-drilling his boner into you like that, compliment the stupid fade haircut he pays way too much money for, pretend you appreciate how bulky and strong he is just as much as he does, go to all his games and get excited when he scores…
It’s all worth it, in the end. He might not be a sex god but he’s good to you.
He always sends kisses your way during his games, his muscly arm wrapped around you makes you feel secure, he takes you to nice restaurants, he doesn’t take away too much of your time since he spends most of his in practice or with friends, and he hasn’t cheated on you.
“You’re so fucking hot babe.” His voice is hoarse, affected by his arousal as he mutters the words before resuming his kisses, and you feel his hand sneak his way between your bodies to unbuckle his belt.
You do like him, you think, he’s handsome and he makes you laugh sometimes. His personality is unexceptionally average, but he’s sweet.
Girls look at you with envy when they see you with him, guys respect him enough not to hit on you because you’re his, and Lara… that’s probably the best part: Lara tries her hardest to hide the bitterness that comes with her possessiveness over you, but she fucking sucks at it. You can always see how tense her jaw gets when she sees you with him, how quickly her mood sours, the furrowed eyebrows and consistent eyerolls—
The thought makes you surge to kiss Rob with vigor, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, and bask in the feeling of his hands on your hips moving to the waistband of your shorts. Sex with him isn’t all that bad, when you have an annoyed version of Lara in your mind to coax you through it.
The dining hall is quiet at this time in the morning. You sit with a couple of your friends, poking at your breakfast with a fork as you halfheartedly listen to the conversation.
“…Oh, we should totally go this weekend! I need new clothes desperately.” Your eyelids feel heavy as you take a sip of your coffee, your chin resting on your hand as you finally look up at them and try to get involved in the conversation to avoid falling asleep on your plate. It’s too early for you, but at least the place isn’t that packed.
“Isn’t Becca’s party this weekend?” You ask. You remember Rob mentioning how excited he was that there was a party outside of campus because he was tired of the same frat house crowds.
“Shit, you’re right. Perfect excuse to go shopping then, I used up all my slutty outfits already and I need to get laid.” Liv, one of your friends, answers.
You laugh, rolling your eyes half-heartedly. “Fuck off. You look hot in everything.”
“Thanks babe, but guys don’t think like that. They need to see exactly what I’m offering so that they’re interested in buying.” She explains, with a silly, overexaggerated wink as she takes a sip of her own coffee.
Serena, your other friend, lets out a short laugh, “that makes it sound like they’re gonna pay for your services or something, Liv.”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.” Liv retorts, giving Serena a light swat on the arm.
Serena stares at you for a moment, noticing how bored you seem by the conversation, and decides to involve you further. “Anyway, you must be glad you don’t have to worry about any of that anymore, huh? You got Rob wrapped around your finger.” Serena teases you with a smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Oh, for sure, definitely.” You don’t notice how thrown off they both look by your indifferent answer, distractedly taking a bite of your food while they share a confused look.
“You sure?” Liv asks you, eyes squinting with suspicion.
You let out a heavy breath, looking up at them again. “Yeah. I mean, we barely slept last night, so…” You say with a shrug and a small smile, hoping that would be enough to shut their suspicions about your ‘perfect’ relationship.
They both begin teasing you, drawing out ‘oooh’s’ while laughing, and making you laugh too. “That explains the hickey you tried to cover up on the side of your neck there. Terrible job, by the way.” Liv mentions, nodding toward the spot on your neck with a playful grin.
“Oh, yeah, it’s definitely visible baby. We’re so happy for you though, you deserve it.” Serena says, grabbing your hand on the table. You give her an honest, grateful smile, squeezing her hand back. “I gotta know, tough…” She begins, barely able to hold back her smirk at whatever she’s about to ask.
You let out a small laugh as you look at her, already anticipating a dumb question. “What?”
“Is Rob like, y’know… skillful like that? Is he like, a down-and-dirty kind of guy or is he more like, gentle?” She inquires. Both of them look at you with interest, curious to know about the illicit details.
You lick your lips, look down toward your plate and then back up, thinking of what to say. “Uhm, well I guess he’s like a…” You’re about to go on a tangent about how he’s somehow a perfect blend of both of those options and a secret third one too, when a loud group of people at the entrance catch your attention.
Rowdy, boisterous laughter fills the dining hall as they come inside. Backwards caps, dripping hair from recent showers, sneakers squeaking against the floors; fucking Lara and her stupid fucking friends.
You have to swallow when you spot her, and God knows you should look away at once, but maybe you’re more stupid than all her stupid friends because you don’t. You can’t.
You see her laughing and joking around, a wet strand of hair sticking to her forehead and her nose ring gleaming, and it feels like your eyes have fallen into a glue trap and are now helplessly stuck staring at her.
It’s just been a while, since you were able to get a glimpse of her. You’ve both been so good at avoiding each other, sticking to the silently established rules that prohibited you both from attending the same parties as the other. Or the same restaurants, or the same theaters, or the same malls. You’ve been torturously good at it.
You make sure not to let Rob take you to the same places you used to go to with Lara, say that the food is bad or the music they play sucks. You mention places nearby instead, and silently hope that Lara had the same idea as you did and you’ll run into her there while she’s on a date too.
It’s dumb. Everything you do when it comes to Lara is dumb, you become the most foolish version of yourself. You know you would hate to actually run into her while she’s on a date with someone else, you’d avoid her like a plague and probably drag Rob someplace else.
You still do it every time. Chase her shadow around, but with enough distance that she doesn’t notice, and that you never catch her.
Lara looks in your direction suddenly, as if she felt you looking, and you drop your gaze with shame, cheeks burning hot. Serena and Liv both turn their heads to see what exactly has you almost drooling and blushing like this, and roll their eyes promptly when they realize who it is.
“Okay, you gotta stop.” Serena tells you with a stern tone.
“What? I’m not doing anything.” You mutter, resuming your prodding around your plate.
They’re both aware of the history you share with Lara Raj. You would never say they’re well aware though. No one really is, except for you and her. You met during first year, and what started as a romantic, passionate pursuit of your heart, developed into a toxic but exhilarating give-and-take cycle.
Break up, then take Lara back when she begs for forgiveness, then break up again when you see her flirting with someone else, then get back together when she picks you up from a bar, break up when she sees you chatting with a random girl and calls you a slut, and back together again once you knock on her door and kiss her as soon as she opens it.
It was years of your lives and while yes, it was painful, you remember those first months. How genuinely giddy you got every time her name was brought up, how many bouquets of flowers Lara bought for you, all the silly couple pictures you took, the cheesy letters you used to write for her… and even later, when it turned toxic. You remember those moments perfectly well too.
How good she fucked you, how loved you felt when she got possessive, the excitement of making her upset on purpose so she would be rough with you in bed, and the comfort of knowing she could take care of your needs just as well when she was feeling romantic and let her hands caress instead of squeeze, her mouth kiss and not bite.
You know you’ve never loved anyone the way you loved Lara. Still, you persevere in the effort to focus on healthier dynamics for your own good, considering that the good times were really good, and that the bad times were really bad.
Sometimes you get a cold or you yell too much during one of Rob’s games, and your throat gets sore. It always makes you think about how sore your throat used to get over all the screaming you did. The salt-stung, dry skin around your eyes from all the crying, how she used to switch so fast it gave you whiplash, going from yelling at you to holding you in her arms and telling you she loved you. It was a mess.
“Just… think about how good Rob is. You’ve never knocked on my door crying because of him.” Serena reminds you, interrupting your thoughts.
“I know, I know… I wasn’t doing anything.”
“So, how are we getting to Becca’s?” Liv asks, changing the subject. Lara and her group of friends are walking by your table; you can see her out of the corner of your eye. It’s good for you both that she’s informed of your confirmed presence at that party, so that she follows the rules and doesn’t show up, look for a different party or maybe stay in her dorm for once.
“Rob can take us.” You mention—maybe out of bitterness—as she’s still walking by, and your friends decide not to tell you how hard she’s staring at you from her own table across the room once she sits. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, right?
As promised, Rob gives you a ride to the party. You don’t ask for permission before taking full control of the aux to blast 2000s hits and belt your lungs out with your girlfriends, the pregaming you’d done beforehand already hitting.
The party is buzzing when you guys arrive, already settled into a lively groove that immediately puts you in the mood for more. You part ways from Rob as his friends wave him over for a game of flip cup and your girls drag you to the dancing crowd.
You accept a drink from Liv and let the minutes pass by as you dance, unworried about any real cadence to your clumsy moves.
There was no one worth trying to impress, anyway. Before you started dating Lara you would always try to catch her attention, swaying your hips the right way, or dancing too close with a random stranger just so she would grab your wrist and make you dance with her instead.
You don’t have to worry about that anymore, at least. You can let yourself act a fool on the dance floor because you know Rob doesn’t care. Or you don’t care whether he likes how you dance or not, don’t care about making him want you because it doesn’t mean much.
Lara wanting you meant a sharp thrill for the unknown: not knowing whether she was going to drive you guys out of wherever you were without even letting you say your goodbyes, or maybe fuck you in her car, or in the bathroom, or start touching you right there in the middle of the crowd. It used to be worth it, paying special attention to what she liked so you could press all the right buttons and feel excited for what was to come your way.
With Rob, well… making him horny doesn’t represent much for you.
Feeling his arms wrap around your figure an hour later, strong, warm and accompanied by the scent of his cologne and the beer on his breath, doesn’t mean much more than the fact that you have to turn away from your friends to give him your attention.
You smile automatically when you hear them drunkenly whoop and cheer behind you. Just as automatically as you lift your arms to wrap them around his neck, that’s already sweaty from the time spent in the heated place.
You feel his hands caress your waist, his eyes roaming across your body and then glancing back up at you with a grin. “I fucking love this dress on you.”
You grin back, feel the muscles of your cheeks force themselves into position to make sure he knows you appreciate the compliment even if it makes you feel nothing. “Thanks, baby.” You say before leaning in to press a short peck to his lips.
He says nothing else, just stares at you with a smile, and you’re sure he thinks it’s romantic, staring at you like a drunk idiot and expecting you to think he’s cute or something. You think nothing of the sorts.
You think he should try harder, instead of just smiling at you. He should ask you questions, say something funny so you laugh, try to actually get to know you, ask someone—anyone—for advice so he gets better at fucking and you get to stop thinking about your ex while he does so.
But he just stares. Maybe the alcohol is making you too cranky. Eventually, you let out an awkward chuckle while looking down, ask him, “what?”
“Nothing. Just… you look so hot babe.” You guess all he wanted was an opening to indirectly ask you to have sex because his face is in your neck all of a sudden, and his hands are moving to grip your hips and pull you closer, but he can’t even properly ask for it. You let out a short sigh—you’re not nearly drunk enough for this, actually.
Your hand still moves up to run your fingers through his hair uninterestedly while you look around, distractedly watching random people dance around you. The party is at a full swing by now, having reached the peak where everyone is stupid drunk, sweaty and loud as their drugs take effect and couples begin occupying empty rooms.
That’s when you notice her.
Your face goes slack as you spot her across the crowded room, as if your brain had a spotlight just for her and everything else went dark and blurry as your focus fell on her, annoyingly cocky as she takes a sip from her beer and locks eyes with you. Fucking bitch.
You wonder how long she’s been watching you, if she noticed how miserably bored you were while your boyfriend held you, and what the fuck is she even doing here? With her baggy jeans and her fitted, cropped top that let you and everyone else admire her toned abs, and the muscles of her arms and— fuck.
Of course, she shows up at the right exact time too, when the mood is just right and it feels like the entire party was just waiting for her, like she was the missing piece to make the night feel complete. You think you maybe hate her while you watch her laugh around, run a hand through her hair, nod at random people as they greet her, let a girl hold her arm and wrap her own around her waist, all while looking at you.
You swallow, force yourself to look away and glance toward the empty cup on your hand. You get Rob’s attention by scratching the back of his neck softly, and he moves his head away from your neck to look at you.
You kiss him immediately, let your free hand move up from his shoulder to his face and grab his cheek as you keep him close, let your lips linger on his. “Get me a drink?” You ask him, moving your hand with the empty cup between your bodies to push it lightly against his chest.
He sighs, but nods and kisses your lips one more time before grabbing the cup. “Sure. Be right back.” You watch him as he walks away and makes his way between people dancing, and once you lose sight of him, you allow yourself to turn your attention back to where your entire body screams for you to watch. Lara’s already staring at you with a small smirk, nodding your way before gulping down her beer while that same girl is still glued to her.
You think you might’ve seen her around, might be her girlfriend. You wonder if she had previous plans to bring her to this party or if she called her and asked her to join once she knew you were coming. You shake your head, let out a small laugh over how stupid your thoughts sound.
Contrary to you, you doubt Lara’s life still revolves around you. You don’t doubt that she’s genuinely moved on and has no reason to try to make you jealous or to piss you off like she used to. But why is she here then? You wonder.
Oh well, just Lara being Lara, completely selfish and probably forgetting that you were going to be here in the first place. She was so fucking infuriating. Always thinking about herself and never once thinking about you, or what you might need. Just like she used to when you were dating.
She always made sure to keep you around whenever things were easy but was never around herself when you actually needed her. Not to fuck, not to fight, not to party, just to be there for you when times were rough and you needed someone to comfort you.
You still think about that time she said you were too emotional and sensitive during one of your breakups, always crying over everything. In fact, the words follow you constantly and you think they will for a very long time. You make sure to never cry in front of Rob, never complain or call him when you feel alone. You know that the wounds she inflicted on you still bleed, and you know you should hate her for it.
The fact that you actually don’t makes you hate yourself even more.
It’s unfair.
It’s so fucked up how the minute you catch a glimpse of her you get a tingling feeling between your legs. Even more wrong how you know Lara can sense it, and somehow just knows you’ve spent months without gratifying sex and your body is screaming for her like a bitch in heat.
Lara isn’t strong enough either. No matter who was by her side, she had never been strong enough to resist the temptation of your fevered eyes across any room, even if she wanted to.
Because she knows how wrong it is to be here and disrespect the quiet distance you’ve both decided to take from each other, as boring as other girls are to her. Once she set her eye on you in the dining hall earlier in the week though, hearing you talk about your boyfriend right after looking at her like that, she knew she had to do something.
You don’t notice when she makes her way to you, having resumed your dancing while you waited for Rob to return, being more focused on actively keeping your eyes off Lara than actually enjoying the music.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Until you feel a hand on the back of your waist and someone’s presence behind you, and you know it’s her without delay. You recognize the exact weight of her hand, the rings on her fingers, the warmth of her skin, the smell of her perfume, the subtle delicacy that comes with her and not many can notice; you know it all too well.
Before you can turn around, you feel her breath against your ear. “Come upstairs with me,” is all she says. No hello, how are you, I’m sorry, nothing. She probably knows she doesn’t have much time before Rob comes back with your drink.
You finally turn around, and look at her from up close for the first time in months. A breath escapes your lips and you see her licking hers, tilting her head in silent questioning, will you be coming with her or not?
And really, what are you supposed to do? Say no to the woman you once promised forever to? Yank her hand off your waist when she starts guiding you to an empty room without even waiting for a proper response? Not walk inside the room when she holds the door open for you? No, you both knew there was no getting away from this.
Lara is so aware of it in fact, that she doesn’t even let you say a word or turn on the light after closing the door before she’s attacking your mouth with kisses, pulling you closer to her with a tight grip on your waist.
You let out a small hum of protest, yet your hands move up to clasp your fingers together at the back of her neck anyway.
“Later, yeah?” She mutters against your lips in order to keep kissing you, pushing a chat for a ‘later’ that will probably never come.
God, you’ve missed her voice so much. You nod a little too eagerly and keep kissing her. Her lips are desperate and hurried, like she has somewhere else to be after this and just needs to cross this off from her agenda for the night. The thought makes you try to slow the pace, let your lips linger against hers and move your face for a different angle.
It doesn’t work. Lara pushes her face impossibly closer to yours, grabs your ass and pushes your body closer to hers too, walking you toward the bed. Unsurprisingly, it turns you on how eager she seems to touch you. Maybe she missed you just as much as you missed her.
You sit on the foot of the bed when the back of your knees hits it, and she breaks the kiss momentarily to sit beside you and resume making out. Your hand moves up to cup her cheek and caresses her cheekbone and it makes her kisses rougher. It’s like she has something to prove, like she needs you to know she’s above tenderness. You’re glad you know she’s not, so you keep your hand there.
You jump slightly in surprise when you feel her cold hand touching the bare skin of your thigh, palm cool from the beer she was holding earlier. The touch is insistent as she keeps gliding her palm up your leg, the fabric scrunching around her wrist and sliding up along with her hand, giving her access to more of your skin.
Things are moving too fast and you realize you should probably take things easier, think a little about what you’re doing.
She’s kissing you so ardently, you’re still kind of tipsy, her hand keeps moving higher up, you haven’t properly talked to her, and it’s not a random person you’re in a stranger’s room cheating on your boyfriend with, it’s Lara. The person who has hurt you the most in your entire life, the person that betrayed your trust, made you feel small, used you and broke your heart. Yet, you can’t stop kissing her.
The thought of having to reach for her hand and stop her, or take your hand off her cheek, or move your mouth away from hers… it all kind of makes you want to cry a little. Yes, everything about this is wrong, it’s all too fast, it’s extremely stupid. And you want it so badly.
Outside, the music is still playing, it booms faintly against your ears. The world keeps spinning, even if you’re here with Lara, so, who cares? Why should it matter so much, if you allow her hand to move higher up? If your lips are tingling with how forceful she is with her kisses, like she knew she didn’t need to be careful with you? Who cares if you like it? Who cares if you ache for more, and who cares if you actually get more?
Because inside the room, the sound of Lara’s heavy breathing and your small, pathetic whimpers feel louder and way more important than anything else going on outside, and that’s all that matters.
Lara is trying her absolute hardest to ignore the tenderness with which your thumb is caressing the skin of her jaw. It’s so contrasting to how intensely she’s kissing you and how little breath she’s allowing you to get between kisses, how her hand is squeezing your thigh without care.
The thought of being softer with you barely crosses her mind. Instead, her solution is to grab your wrist and move your hand away from her face, guiding it to her crotch without breaking the kiss to snap you out of the softness. You don’t complain.
In fact, you compliantly let her guide your hand, let her smirk against your lips when she feels no resistance, and moan when she bites your lip right when you feel the strap she’s packing under her jeans.
“Wore it for you." She whispers between kisses. Her breath hits hot against your wet, already swollen lips.
You should be pissed. You should get up and yell at her, for planning to do this tonight and for being so confident that you were going to agree. It should make you feel stupid, knowing she was counting on you whoring yourself out for her while you were dating someone else.
You should tell her it’s not okay to go around breaking your promise to stay apart whenever she feels like it, because you’re not strong enough to resist even if giving in guarantees you ending up alone in a stranger’s bed right after, feeling like the worst person in the world. You still could never say no to her, and she only takes advantage of that.
You don’t say any of those things. Instead, you let your hand squeeze the bulge in her pants, pulling her closer by the shoulder with your other hand when she nuzzles her face into your neck and leaning your head back to expose more of your skin to her. You bite your lip, thinking of how good her lips feel on your neck, instead of R—
“It’s your favorite. The black one, remember? Haven’t fucked anyone else with it since that last time at my place.” She mutters against your neck, and you’re glad the mark he left last week has faded, not because you wouldn’t like to see Lara’s probably hot reaction to it, but because you don’t want any reminders that you’re not hers tonight.
She’s scattering feathery kisses all over skin that shouldn’t be as familiar to her as it is. Unfortunately, she’s well acquainted with it, knows all your sensitive spots and where to find your pulse and where to place hickies so they’re not as blatant.
“You remember that night? How loud you kept begging for me to fuck you harder?” She adds.
“Fuck, Lara.” A needy sigh escapes your lips as memories of that night begin to fill your mind. How she took you without fear of you misinterpreting things, and allowed herself to claim you as hers, only to take it back the next day.
You still remember the softness of her sheets, though, the music she put on when you arrived that stayed as background, and how she tried to go soft before you begged her to speed up. It all makes your hands fly to unbutton her jeans with haste, making Lara chuckle as she looks down to see your fingers dragging the zipper down, licking her lips.
You don’t even worry about pushing her jeans down, you only make enough room for your hand to sneak inside and pull the strap out of her pants. You bite your lip at the sight, looking up at her for a second to catch her dilated pupils.
You move your hand up to your mouth, about to spit on it to lube up the silicone when Lara grabs your wrist again and stops you. You have to hold back from not letting out a desperate whine.
She doesn’t keep you waiting much longer, though, even lets her thumb caress your wrist once when she notices the defenselessness in your eyes. “Get on your knees?” Her voice is low and raspy as she asks, already just as affected as you.
You open your mouth for a moment, about to answer, but soon realize that there are no better words to agree to her suggestion than your own actions. Also, your brain feels like it’s somewhere else and you barely feel capable of forming coherent worded answers.
You nod, and Lara cups the side of your neck to give you a peck on the lips before you move down to kneel in front of her. She’s immediately opening her legs and dragging her butt closer to the edge of the bed, moving her crotch closer to your face.
She’s not as obvious as you are when it comes to showing how needy she is and how much she’s missed this, which is why you make sure to put on a good show for her. You want her to like it, want to get a good reaction out of her.
You want her to touch herself to the memory of this when she’s by herself, and to make her so needy right now that she has no other thought in her mind but to fuck you to oblivion after it.
You look up at her as you drag the jeans down her legs, make sure to keep a mental image of her focused face and the way she gulps, her hands gripping the comforter by her sides, probably to hold herself from shoving the silicone dick down your throat right now.
Once you’ve taken her pants off, you give her a small smile before pressing a few light, open-mouthed kisses to the tip, grabbing it by the base to keep it close to your mouth when you start kitten-licking it teasingly.
Lara only bites her lip as she watches you, and you revel in how harshly she’s biting it, how her hips already seem to be struggling to stay put, how labored her breathing already sounds.
You position your tongue at the base and run it up to the tip, taking it inside your mouth afterwards. The sight makes Lara moan like she could feel your mouth on her. Or maybe it was more the fact that you cared enough about her to be on your knees for her, in a stranger’s room while your boyfriend was downstairs. “Yeah, suck that dick—just like that.” She whispers.
She lets you do your own thing for a while, enjoys the sight as you go up and down the strap and take pauses to kiss the tip every once in a while, your hand covering the part of it that you can’t fit into your mouth. That is until you can.
You let your hand grip her knee instead and drop your head all the way down to her pelvis, your nose touching her lower abdomen as you deepthroat her. “Fuck, good fucking girl. Get it nice and wet for me.” It makes her sit up straighter, grab a fistful of your hair in appreciation as she begins guiding your pace.
She sits there, hissing and moaning as you keep relaxing your throat for her, trying your hardest to be good as she holds your head down when you take her deep. “Bet you don’t even need the spit, huh? Bet you’re so wet you could take it with no prep.” She mutters, entranced by watching you blow it just as her hand on your head dictates.
She makes you deepthroat her a last time, only sets you free when she hears you’re choking on the strap, and lets out a deep groan when she sees all the spit drooling from the side of your mouth. You moan when she drags you away from her dick, pulling you by the hair softly to get a better look at you.
You’re a fucking mess already. Your eyes are all red and glassy, makeup smudged and drool dripping all the way to your neck and still, you look fucking satisfied, even if she hasn’t touched you yet. She damn near loses it.
“Fuck, come here.” She grabs your face, one of her palms can feel some of the drool in your face as she leans down to kiss you hungrily. She swallows a raspy whimper that comes out of your throat as her tongue forces her way inside your mouth.
You open for her without much resistance, letting her tongue hit yours as your head leans up to meet her in the kiss. Lara lets out a satisfied moan when you let her explore your mouth to her will, running her tongue against yours fervently.
Your hands rest at her knees to push yourself up, standing up in front of her. Lara helps you undress hastily from where she’s sitting in front of you and soon you’re sitting on her lap, naked, and kissing her again. Without much preamble you take a hold of her strap, positioning the tip against your wet entrance. You break the kiss to whisper against her ear, “can I?” and press a small kiss behind her ear after.
Lara’s strong hands grip your hips as she looks up at you, nodding. “Go ahead baby.”
You ignore the summersaults your heart makes at the pet name and bite your lip as you lower on the toy, slowly taking every inch inside of you while Lara just watches, stupidly turned on.
“Yeah? Big enough for you?” She asks, voice breathy and hoarse as her eyes move up from the sight of her strap burying inside your pussy to your blissed-out face, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally take it all.
You nod your head, locking your eyes on hers as your arms wrap around her neck, taking some time to adjust to the size of the dick inside of you. “Perfect.”
Lara smiles at your answer, satisfied that the toy she bought for you is still better than your boyfriend. Definitely bigger, too. One of her hands stays on your hip as you begin grinding slow circles against her hips while the other rests on the bed, leaning her weight back on it as she watches.
She’ll let you do the work for now, she decides. If you want it, you can chase it yourself.
You decide to accommodate to Lara’s plans, having expected her to grab your hips and fuck her strap deep into you. Instead, you focus on chasing the pleasure that the stretching fullness is giving you while making sure to give her a nice sight, as you begin bouncing on the strap.
One of your hands moves to pull at the end of her top and she quickly discards it, throwing it somewhere close to her pants and leaving her in her sports bra. She chuckles when you start pulling on that too, and takes it off as well, leaving you both naked.
The room fills with the wet, lewd noises your pussy is making, along with your pitiful whines as you keep your hips moving. It’s not enough though, just having Lara watching you like this without doing anything. It’s not often you get to have her like this and you need more.
You need to feel that she wants you, that she’s just as desperate as you. You grab the hand that’s resting on your hip then, and guide it up, make sure to give her your best doe eyes as you move it to your neck and help her wrap her hand around it.
She takes the hint swiftly and chuckles as she lets her fingers curl around the curvature of your neck, squeezing the sides of it. “Such a fucking slut,” she says while laughing. There’s not much you can say, it’s not like you can deny it, so you just let out a whiny plead for more as you keep rocking your hips, faster now that you feel the soft pressure of her hand on your neck. “Play with your clit for me.”
Your eyes close in relief for an instant when you hear the instruction, glad that she’s finally taken pity on you and decided to give you more. You don’t waste time to sneak a hand between your bodies and start rubbing your clit exactly how you like it, matching the speed of your hips as they chase the feeling of the tip of Lara’s strap hitting your deepest spot.
The combined ministrations make your eyes close in bliss, and the lust makes all your inhibitions loosen as the room gets filled with your moans, your hips gaining speed as they bounce and your pussy starts forming a ring of cream around the base of the toy.
You can feel your climax getting closer with each movement of your hips, with each perfect rub of your fingers against your clit. “Missed you, so much Lars… hm, fuck—no one fucks me like you do… missed your cock, s-so much.” You begin blabbering out filthy words as your brain starts emptying out of logical thoughts. It’s only Lara, Lara, Lara.
Your words are already enough to make her want to thrust up into you to feel the base of the strap against her clit for some relief. The way you say it, like you’re not even thinking about it and it’s just slipping out of your mouth because you’re being fucked stupid, because her strap makes you feel so good that it turns your brain into mush, makes you dumb enough to talk to her like that and let her fuck you after how she’s treated you and with your boyfriend right outside... It makes all her self-resolve evaporate.
You aren’t expecting it when Lara repositions you suddenly, and in a matter of seconds has you on fours after some manhandling. She kneels behind you, immediately shoving her strap back inside of you with a grunt and resuming the pace you previously had. “Yeah? You missed this cock?”
She fucks you with a steady, strong rhythm, letting your hips chase her thrusts while she keeps her hand on your back. You can feel her groaning and huffing and it drives you fucking insane, making you try to speed up her pace by moving your hips quicker. You gasp in shock as you feel her heavy hand slap your ass twice, biting your lip as she squeezes the cheek afterwards.
“I missed this pussy, baby.” Lara mutters, pulling out and rubbing the head of the strap through your folds a couple of times. She pushes inside again without a hurry, lazily guiding your hips to meet her now slow thrusts, silently punishing you for trying to rush her. “Fucking made for me, look at you.” You swear there’s a small whimper after her words, but you don’t manage to really catch it since she smacks your backside again and you moan from the delicious pain.
She gives you some slow thrusts before you’re rushing things again, chasing your high once more by meeting her hips faster and faster, not caring about the consequences. Lara doesn’t scold you or punish you for it this time, instead she lets you fasten the pace again while she keeps a hand gripping your hip (that you’re sure will leave imprints of her fingers) while the other caresses your back. “Wanna cum, princess?”
“So bad.” You nod, whimpering. Your arms give out, which forces you to hold yourself up on your elbows. The position only gives Lara a more satisfying arch of your back to look at as she fucks you, your ass jiggling each time it meets her hips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah—wanna cum all over your cock, baby… please, more.” Your words are all slurred and jumbled together but Lara can understand you perfectly, can feel the trickle of her own arousal sliding down her thigh, losing her own mind over how affected you sound by how she’s fucking you, and she wonders why she ever let this go, feels stupid that she did.
She knows she could tell you, apologize and say it was dumb. But her ego tells her the most logical course of action is to make you feel dumb too, fuck you dumb on her cock just like this until your logic and thoughts are out the window, so that the only thing you can think about is begging her for more and take whatever she gives you. Because you’re hers—you always have been.
The shakiness of your words from the thrusts you’re receiving, the neediness in your tone… “Fuck.” Lara whispers, moving a hand up your back and grabbing a fistful of your hair to push your head down to the mattress. Your arms give out easily under you and soon Lara’s hissing and plowing into you from behind, keeping your face smushed against the bed as your arms lay limply on each side of your head.
Your moans turn into sobs that match with the rhythm of Lara’s thrusts into your pussy, but she’s relentless. The tears that run down your face wet the fabric underneath you along with your drool. “You like that?” She asks you, her breathless voice mixing with the creaking of the bed. “This what you need? To be fucked like a slut so you can cum?”
You obviously don’t mention that you were close to coming from the moment you dropped to your knees in front of her and just nod, or at least try to as best as you can with her hand still pushing your head down. Lara can still feel the movement under her palm, smiling at the state of you, the mess she’s made of you.
“C’mon, take this cock baby… so fucking sexy.” She mutters, breathless from the effort of plowing into you at a forceful, consistent pace, her words more for herself than you.
Lara lets the hand holding your hip slide between your body and the bed to play with your clit, letting her body weight rest on top of you fully as she keeps her hips moving to fuck you. The pace is slightly slower but her fingers on your neglected clit are earth-shatteringly good.
Her hand moves with difficulty, with the little space to move it has, and her fingers aren’t precise or very technical with the way they rub messy, quick circles over your nub. Still, it’s what throws you over the edge, making your pussy contract against Lara’s strap, juices coating it as your eyes roll back.
Lara slows down her thrusts gradually, skillfully letting her momentum help prolong your high as long as possible. She almost forgets she’s still stimulating your clit, only stops once you let out a spent, small mewl from the sensitivity and begin to move your hand to stop hers.
Lara stops before your hand can reach hers, kisses your shoulder apologetically and moves her hand from under you, gripping yours beside your head to keep you from moving as you both recover, breathing heavily with your eyes closed. You haven’t felt this protected in months, with Lara on top of you.
The quiet peace doesn’t last long, however. You feel soft lips press against your shoulder again, this time with more intent, leaving wet kisses on the heated skin of your back and downwards. You whine tiredly, moving your head to the side to try to catch a glimpse of her behind you.
You watch the top of her head descend progressively, feel her kisses trail down your spine. “Lara.” You rasp out admonishingly.
Lara just throws a short look your way, proceeding to ignore you as she moves further down, biting your ass cheek playfully. You hiss at the feeling but choose not to say anything else as she lays between your legs. She repositions your hips to expose your pussy to her, and licks a broad stripe over your slit that has you shivering.
She hums against your folds, lets the vibrations carry over to you. “Tastes so good.”
You hum back, unable to form any other word in appreciation for her praise. “Sensitive,” you explain with a small move of your hips, your voice weakened and soft.
Lara glances up at you again, throws a frown your way before kissing the spot where the marks of her teeth are reddening on your backside. “Shh, baby. You can take it… be a good girl and let me taste you, yeah?” She uses a soft tone while she says it that makes a part of you feel like she’s talking down to you… another part of you only wants to give her what she wants, be a good girl for her and make sure she enjoys you enough that she doesn’t just discard you again after tonight.
That even if she doesn’t call or text tomorrow, she’ll think about you and how you gave her everything she wanted and more, it’ll linger with her for longer than any other girl she fucks. So, you nod along with a pathetic, short whine.
“Words.” You can feel her breath on your core that’s already dripping again in anticipation for her mouth.
“Yeah. I can take it.” You catch a glimpse of her smile before your eyes close as soon as Lara’s tongue is on you again. Your moans are loud and raspy as she devours you with no regard for your sensitivity, clit buzzing in a pain-pleasure seesaw.
She keeps her tongue messy and insistent over your pussy, licking all over and giving special attention to your clit, moving her head side to side as she sucks to give you her best.
You’re a fucking mess. Your moans bounce loudly against the walls of the room, your hips thrash wildly against Lara’s face, squirming and not knowing whether to move away or push her closer. No, you definitely want to push her closer.
You don’t have time to move your hand down to her head before her tongue is suddenly slipping upwards, sliding over your folds and all the way between your cheeks. You gasp, shocked at the unexpected touch. “A-ah, Lara, wait.”
She lets out a small huff but listens to you, backing away slightly. “What, baby? Every inch of you belongs to me, isn’t that right?” Lara dives back in without waiting for a response, knowing that the best way to convince you is to show you just how good it can feel to have her tongue there, to let her have you completely, with no inhibitions or taboos to stand in the way.
She shoves her face close and starts running her tongue over your hole, letting spit cover the area and drip down toward your pussy as she stays between your cheeks. You have to bite your lip to hold a loud moan back. No one’s ever touched you there, not even yourself. You’ve never even considered the possibility, certain that you wouldn’t enjoy it.
Of course, leave it to Lara to make you enjoy anal play. Fuck. Your pussy is dripping and she’s ignoring it fully in favor of tasting you elsewhere, of devoting herself to another hole of yours. “Oh—yes, ‘m all yours Lars.”
Lara perseveres against the smirk that forms on her face at your words, keeping her focus on tasting you fully as her nose smashes into the crack of your ass to be closer. Her tongue licks and prods and her jaw aches from the effort but her attention is on pushing for more of you, of this new taste. “Yeah? Even this tight little ass belongs to me?” She asks between licks.
“Mm-hm,” is all you’re able to give her, brain blown away from the new sensation. You’re sure it’s because it’s Lara. It wouldn’t be anyone else between your open legs and their face buried between your cheeks but her.
She laughs a little, before going back to lick your ass vigorously, maybe as a reward for being so fucking horny and letting her do this. She always loved how lustful you got, how blinded it got you. “You like it, baby?”
“S-so much, your tongue feels so good—missed it so much.” You answer honestly. She has you squirming and moaning sobbing with pleasure. You had missed her tongue. You had missed her. Will miss her again once the party is over, maybe even before that, because maybe she’ll leave right after she’s done with you and leave you to return to your boyfriend on shaky legs and exit the party how you left; without her.
But for now, you have her, and she has you. And that’s enough. “You’re my whore, baby. Only mine."
⤷ [ lara x f!reader ] ⋮ 'calling my gf bro' prank on lara except she makes sure you'll never even think of doing that again
・・・cw: 7th member au, smut, oral, fingering, strap (r receiving), language, pet names, use of y/n, ~3.5k wc
via manon's weverse live
your tiktok fyp is honestly a curse. the getting sendy trend appears on your screen for the hundredth time tonight and it's some guy knocking back his chipotle burrito before hitting the frat flick.
but luckily, to compensate, the comments are absolutely hilarious--filled with 'jokes over wrap it up' and photos that make you almost piss yourself laughing.
on manon's phone, the live's been going on for almost an hour and the chat is a complete blur. she'd been trying to tell them about seeing doja at the vma's before she finally breaks, whipping her head around to you.
she's looking at you with a straight face, her lips drawn into a line. "okay, what is so funny?" she asks in a flawless british accent.
"nuthin's funny," you smile, copying her pronunciation.
oh god, not this again. the second any one of the girl's speaks in an accent, the rest of you have to pick it up and drag it out until you're all sick of each other.
"what's all that about then? laughin' by yourself's rather rude, innit?" she says, bringing her phone to jump on the bed beside you, propping it up next to the pillows.
"ugh fine, no more accent though," you grin, turning your screen to show her the comment that set you off and she dies of laughter, wheezing in that typical manon laugh, before telling you to save it and send it to her later.
she's still looking over your shoulder, half-focused on entertaining the eyekons and half focused on the tiktoks. you swipe again and it's the mmm conrad edit and the two of you let out a loud 'ayy!' joining in with the mmm and clicking.
manon starts first with the, "isabel conklin isn't excited to eat a cupcake?" before you finish with the, "who are you?" both bursting out into more and more laughter.
ijbol disease fr
they're so chronically online💔
my fav duo
you flick past that to the next video, seeing your own face pop up on the screen. an edit. there's clips of you from the recent fansign, on stage at lolla, grinding at a dance rehearsal--all perfectly synced to an electric guitar remix of the morning by the weeknd.
manon doesn't hold back her reaction at all. she lets out a deafening scream right next to your ear. "OH MY GODDD!! Y/N!"
you flinch so hard the phone nearly drops straight out your fingers and your free hand flies up to cover her mouth. "shhh," you whisper urgently, mouthing a shut up at her.
"manon! yoonchae's sleeping!" you hiss, your eyes wide, not wanting to get shit on by the others later.
she covers her mouth in full regret, but the fat smile's still not wiped off her face. "i'll be quieter, i'll be quieter," she whispers, focus turning back to the screen.
"but look at you!" manon says, kicking her feet with a squeal. she turns your phone towards her camera. "guys, i swear y/n's editors love her so much. y'all do her so fucking good every time."
the chat's more active than ever:
ATE
someone find @eyekonluvr on tiktok rn
screaming without the s!
send ts to lara
"facts," you laugh, turning to the live. "and i see all your edits and i be saving them like crazy."
"narcissist," manon jokes, side eyeing you, before she continues. "nah, but you know who else saves them like crazy?"
she winks at you, wiggling her eyebrows, and you feel your cheeks heat up. you try turning to the live to avoid what she's hinting at, but somehow that's an even worse idea.
RISING GLOBAL POPSTAR SENSATION?!
our half fruitcake
are you talking about my handsome, elegant, kind...
so you go back to swiping your screen, trying to get something, anything else. the algorithm, almost as if it knows what's happening, puts the next video on your page like it's trying to set you up for failure.
it's captioned, 'calling my gf bro to see her reaction' and you're not even two seconds in when manon turns her head slowly to you, her eyes sparkling the way they do when she has something she reaaallyyy wants to say. "you gotta do this to lara," she pleads.
the original sound's still playing so most of the eyekons have caught on by now, plus half of them are fucking professional detectives and have already found the exact one you're watching, spamming the tiktok link and user into the chat.
"manon, she's gonna kill me," you say, already knowing you're absolutely a hundred percent going to do it. it's too good of a prank to pass up.
leave it to manon to come up with the best worst ideas imaginable. half her ideas end up with at least one of the girls crashing out and the other half...let's just say they definitely do not make your managers very happy.
but obviously, that's not stopping you. as she would put it on any typical day, "do it for the plot, babe!"
you turn to the live. "guys, what do you think?" you ask, smiling ear to ear. "yes or no?" the chat's blowing by so fast with response after response, only a few words catch your eye:
omg do it do it do it
YES!
why is lara always the victim🥀
hybe about to put them on house arrest after ts
you lean closer, trying to read the comments better. "last n/nmanz live we're ever gonna get," you read with a laugh. "someone said remember what happened last time..."
manon's eyes scan that specific sentence and her face drops, a tiny, fleeting moment of ptsd before she relaxes. "uh we don't talk about that..." she trails off, side eyeing you as she remembers her last amazing disaster of a live with megan.
safe to say, they'd both gotten their weverse rights revoked and manon had just earned hers back. "but i have to do it," you admit, "it'd be so funny."
"hey, fuck it we ball," she laughs, jumping to her feet immediately and grabbing her phone. "c'mon eyekons! let's go find laraaa."
the trek to her room feels like you're walking to your damn execution, but honestly, you're too distracted by manon's jokes to even care. she holds her phone subtly facing up, like she's just texting or scrolling, and to anyone else, it'd just look like she's glued to her screen.
she'd decided halfway down the hall that streaming the entire time would be way to obvious. so instead, she'd just let the live hear what was going on, but keep it pointed at her face the whole time. you can already smell the new reaction photos that people are going to clip of her and use on every social media site possible.
when you get there, lara's door is already propped open and she's sitting in front of her laptop in full concentration. you take a deep breath, stepping inside her room and you have to bite your bottom lip to hold back a huge grin.
"'sup bro," you say, walking in as casual as ever and you swear her eye already twitches. "can you pass me my charger?"
manon's trailing right behind you, stopping close so her phone can catch what you two are saying. all you can do is pray she doesn't just burst out laughing and give it all away.
lara slowly turns the chair. "what'd you just say?"
"huh?" you tilt your head, feigning innocence. "i just asked for my charger, it's right there."
"no, before that," she says, staring at you fully unimpressed. "you said 'bro.'"
lara emphasizes the word bro and the way she's looking so offended right now, would make anyone think you just called her a slur. who knew a three letter word could hold that much power.
you shrug, trying to stay nonchalant. "it's not that deep, bro. chill."
it's hard holding back your smile now. you know that second one's going to completely set her off and telling her to chill out's definitely making it worse.
manon clears her throat to stiffle a laugh and she's already fighting for her damn life in the corner. luckily, lara's too occupied with you to even question why manon's laughing--or what she's even doing in here.
lara stands up, taking a step or two towards you with her eyes fully locked on yours. she doesn't break eye contact, stopping right in front of you so your faces are almost touching. "try again."
"sorry dude."
in your peripheral, you can see manon's hands shaking and she's looking to the opposite side of you guys with her eyes closed shut.
lara's jaw clenches and unclenches. "stop playing, y/n."
you make your biggest mistake of the night--letting your eyes drift briefly to manon and lara's eyes narrow. she looks from you to the clearly recording phone in her hand and how hard she's trying to laugh quietly. but it's also manon, so obviously she's failing at that.
"funny," lara smiles, voice low, as she reaches out, hooking a finger into the collar of your hoodie to yank you closer. "manon," she says, her eyes never leaving yours. "out."
manon doesn't leave immediately, just slowly backs towards the door. "GIRL KISSING!" she jokes, referencing what lara once said, before continuing with an "--oh shit, okay bye," when lara takes a single step towards her.
a single millisecond later, she flings the door back open with a, "y/n we're praying for--"
"manon!"
"love you!" she laughs, blowing you a quick kiss before the door swings shut and you can hear her footsteps run down the hall.
the live must be going crazy right now. but, of course, it wouldn't be a manon live if something chaotic didn't happen throughout it.
lara finally lets go of your hoodie, her hand tracing down your ribs. "so," she starts, amused, "'sup, bro?"
you laugh nervously, "it was a joke, i swear. manon's idea."
technicallyyy it's also yours. but you're not about to admit that right now or you're definitely going to end up sore and not able to walk tomorrow.
"i know it was manon's idea," she says, smiling, her thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip as her other hand slides to your ass. "but you're the one who said it. twice."
you try to form a defence, but you can't even form a coherent sentence when lara's hand moves between your thighs. "you think the person who makes you feel like this is your bro?"
to emphasize her point, she grinds the palm of her hand against your pussy and you let out a soft, involuntary moan. "see?" she murmurs, smirking.
lara brings her lips to yours, sliding her tongue in your mouth. she kisses you hard, pulling back only when you're dizzy and breathing hard. "lara, i'm--"
"sorry?" she finishes for you, an evil glint in her eye. she walks you backward until you hit her bed. "i know." she pushes you down onto the mattress, following right after and crawling over you.
she kisses you again, her hands sliding under your shirt and over your bra. then her mouth is on your neck, sucking a dark mark right under your jaw and it hurts so good. you arch off the bed with a small whine, fingers tangling in her hair.
"you gonna call me bro when i do that?" lara whispers against your skin.
you can only shake your head, desperate for more.
"that's what i thought," she grins.
the air leaves your lungs in a shaky sigh as lara's fingers hook into your clothes to peel them off. she presses more kisses to your neck and you can feel the sharp graze of her teeth right over your pulse, a split second before she seals her mouth over the spot and sucks hard.
"oh my god--" you gasp, the feeling shooting straight down your spine.
she takes her time moving down, swirling her tongue around your breasts until you're twisting your fingers in the sheets, dripping for her.
she moves lower and lower, to your abs, to your lower stomach, spending an eternity at your hipbone, her teeth scraping lightly before her tongue soothes the spot right after.
"baby--" you beg, trying to keep your voice steady, but she just hums against you.
"where was that earlier, hm?"
before you can answer, lara's finally putting her head down. but instead of moving where you really need her, she's only teasing your inner thigh, working her way up, slowly, slowly, slowly, and it's a perfect torture that has you shaking, wet, and fully desperate.
by the time her mouth finally finds its way up between your legs, you're so riled up you think you could finish on the spot. she presses one kiss right to your clit and stops. completely.
you whimper, lifting your hips up but she just looks at you, smirking. "what's wrong?" you ask, squeezing your thighs together with impatience.
"nothin's wrong," she says, her tone light and teasing, before she adds in a "bro."
you don't know if you want to scream or cry. of course she's being petty right now. you should've seen this coming and you definitely should not have put yourself in this fuckass of a situation.
lara's mouth is back on you immediately, her tongue swirling around, up and down, side to side. you're dripping down her chin and she's going at it so hard and fast, the sounds she's making only makes the muscles in your lower body tighten in pleasure.
you moan, pushing her head down more and she stops immediately. lara shifts up a bit, wiping her chin with her hand as she looks at you. "chill," she grins.
oh god. lara's probably the most stubborn person in the world when it comes to these kind of things. and you know she's not letting you off easy this time.
the same cycle continues--her tongue or fingers buried deep into your pussy until your eyes start rolling back and your mouth opens in a gasp, before she stops abruptly.
with each maddening pause, she never fails to whisper back another one of your own words right back at you: 'it's not that deep,' or 'sorry dude.'
after the third time, you're a whimpering, pleading mess, completely at her mercy. you can't even form full sentences in your head anymore, too focused on the feeling, or lack of, to even remember how to speak. the only thing you can force out is her name, over and over again.
"lara--ngh--please, please," your forehead is slick with sweat and all the muscles in your body are so damn sore.
finally, after what feels like forever, she decides it's enough. you feel lara's fingers press inside you, and the sound you make is filthy. her hand grinds against your clit as she curls her two fingers, angling her wrist so she can reach deeper and deeper.
your hips jerk off the bed when her mouth is back on you, her tongue working perfect circles in time with each slide of her fingers. lara's still moving in the same smooth, upward stroke, finding that spot every single time.
you're a mess now. half formed words, her name, please, more, right there--and she reaches a free hand up your stomach to palm your chest. her thumb runs over your nipple, enough pressure to make you arch off the bed.
"i'm--i'm gonna come," you breathe, feeling the pressure build in your lower stomach. "'m so close."
the orgasm she's been expertly building to hits you so hard you almost pass out. there's bright white dots scattered in your vision and you freeze, forgetting how to think, how to breathe, how to even moan, purely focused on the ecstasy.
as your mind starts to clear and you relax your muscles, still trembling a bit, lara crawls back up to your body. she kisses you again and you can taste yourself on her lips and feel her smirk.
"i'm not done with you yet," she laughs, sitting up to reach for the drawer next to the bed.
she pulls out the strap, lifting her shirt over her head and dropping her sweats to the ground, leaving her in just a bra and boxers. and no matter how many times you've seen this exact stunning view in the past, it still sends a rush of heat between your legs every time.
she's fastening the harness before you can even process it and the view--the silicone, her abs, her flexed forearms, her tangled hair--is already more than enough.
"fuck, lara," you groan as she leans right over you.
"that's the idea," she smirks, guiding the tip to your entrance and applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
lara teases you there for a bit, sliding it up and down through your folds until you're telling her to hurry up.
she slides into you slowly, one inch at a time, her eyes locked on yours as she watches every expression that crosses your face--the anticipation when she first starts moving, the stretch, the pure need for more.
"shit," you gasp, head falling back against the pillows as she bottoms out, so deep you swear you can feel her in your stomach. lara stays there for a moment, letting you adjust and relax, trying to even out her breathing as well.
after giving you a second or two, she starts moving, fast, driving the bed frame into the wall with a steady beat. she's fucking you into the mattress so hard, it's creaking loudly with every thrust.
every grind of her hips pushes the air out of your lungs along with broken moans. "still feel like calling me bro?" she grunts, shifting and hitting a spot even deeper inside you.
your vision blurs again and you scrape your nails down her back. you're trying to say something, anything, but the only thing you can do right now is gasp for breath.
she leans over, her lips brushing your ear. "that what you wanna call me?" another perfect thrust, her hips slamming straight into yours. "when i'm fucking you like this?"
"i--oh my god," you pant, her rough movements pushing you further and further up the bed.
"answer me, baby."
you shake your head frantically, letting out a small "no," followed by another moan.
"what's my name?" she smirks, her pace not even slowing in the slightest.
"lara," you whimper.
"louder."
"lara--fuck!" you cry out as she grinds down hard, circling her hips to press the base of the strap against your clit.
"atta girl," she breathes, a satisfied smirk on her swollen lips. "now say it again."
you breathe out her name between gasps and moans and hearing you almost feels better than anything else. she groans, dropping her head a little lower, her rhythm flowing for a second.
"c'mon," she urges, "you're doin' so good, you can take it."
she thrusts harder into you, holding your hips in place as you hook your legs around her waist. the simple movement brings your bodies even closer together and it has your eyes rolling back.
you're flinching away from her, too sensitive and the feeling's too much, but she tightens her grip on your body, keeping you in place so you can feel everything. "lara, i'm--oh fuckkk--" you trail off, hands reaching out to grab at the sheets.
you clench around her strap, every single muscle in your body flexing as you moan her name and a string of curses. the orgasm is so intense and it lasts for so long it's a painful kind of pleasure.
lara buries herself deep, thrusting a couple more times until you fully relax around her and she pulls out, collapsing onto you. the room is filled with both of your ragged breaths and you pull her closer against your chest.
she tilts her head up, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you brush a strand of hair away from her face. her skin is slick with sweat, baby hairs sticking to her forehead as her heart hammers against you.
"you okay, bro?" she smirks, looking up at you.
"oh my god," you groan, "you gonna be salty about this forever?"
"mhm," she smiles, placing her head back on your chest.
// …
on the other side of the dorms, manon had been sitting on the floor in her room, back against the wall. the live's still going and she'd recruited dani to join her in trying to harmonize a mariah carey song.
they'd been attempting all i want for christmas is you for the past ten minutes and the chat’s in pure chaos:
IS Y/N ALIVE??
i can hear banging guys
rip that pussy ay💔
manon ur evil for this
lara’s eating goooddd tn
guess who's gonna be sore at rehearsals tmr
manon pauses mid lyric to read a comment out loud, grinning as wide as ever. "manon are they fighting or..." she trails off as dani leans over to read as well.
the moment she processed the words, they look at each other screaming, the fact that yoonchae's sleeping completely slipping from their minds. "GUYS! keep it pg in here," dani laughs.
but when the distant, breathless, "lara!" in your voice echoes from somewhere upstairs, down the hall, manon and dani turn to each other in shock before doubling over in even more laughter.
manon's wheezing and dani's lying flat on the ground, chest shaking as they both gasp for breath. "alright, we gotta go," manon giggles, grabbing the phone. "not tryna get my ass beat for this again," she whispers quietly to the screen with a grin, ending the live with a "love ya!" and a kiss.
and of course, the clips go viral within the hour, comment sections divided into eyekons dissecting every small detail of what you and lara said and people having a field day with screenshots of manon and dani's reactions:
contains: dom Dani , sub reader , slapping , hands restrained , belly bulge , use of cunt & dick , kissing , crying , cussing , might be it , short story.
MDNI
“You’re such a doll… aren’t you?” Daniela’s voice came in sultry. She had a firm grip on your chin to force you to look up at her with those pretty eyes that were red-rimmed and streaming with tears. You were on your knees on the cold wooden floor, your hands on your lap and tied with a pink ribbon.
Your eyes landed on the thick bulge growing in her jeans, only for a split second before Daniela slapped your cheek. Her fingers then squished your cheeks with a violent grip, and pushed your head further back to tear your eyes away from her crotch. Causing more tears to fall and roll down onto her fingers.
“You’re such a fucking slut. It’s pathetic.”
She pushed your head to the side as she let go of your face. Only to grab you by the arms to lift you up and push you onto the bed. She stepped in between your parted knees that were red from kneeling on the hard floor for so long.
She grabbed your hips and pulled you closer towards her to the edge of the bed. You fell onto your back, you let out a soft whine when you felt your throbbing cunt that was so close to her bulge.
She leaned down to hover over you, her forearms caging your head on both sides, completely trapping you, her face only inches away from yours, giving her a better view of your pitiful face.
“Such a pretty baby. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
You could only nod. Your throat tightened and burned when you tried to speak.
She slapped your face again, no less softer than the last hit.
“I asked you a fucking question,” her voice low and domineering.
You choked out a sob, quickly fixing yourself with a sharp breath. “I’m yours— a-all yours, Dani.”
“Así me gusta… dime que tú quieres, preciosa.”
“Use me. I don’t care how— just please, baby. I need you.”
She hummed alluringly, cupping your face with the hand she slapped you with, and gently brushing your cheekbone with her thumb, wiping away the tears that fell.
Starting to rub her thick bulge against your cunt, your white lace panties completely soaked. Earning a relieved whimper from you, you felt her dick twitch that same second.
“Baby, please,” you said, breathless.
“Shh… I got you baby” she whispered against your lips as her hand moved to slide your panties down and fall into the floor.
She stood back up. You watched her unbutton her jeans and pull down her pants and boxers. You saw her hefty dick spring out. Your eyes widening and glistening with need.
Her hands held onto your hips as she leaned forward to slowly push her dick into your slick cunt.
You held your breath without noticing as you watched her disappear inside of you.
Your tied-up hands felt the bulge growing in your lower belly. Once she bottomed, you both let out a harmonious moan.
You looked up and saw her stern expression was replaced with tenderness.
She leaned back down and wrapped her arms around your body, as her hips started to lift and fall back down rhythmically. Forcing your hands to push down against the bulge each time it appeared, causing you to cry out a moan, and your eyes stinging with another series of tears.
Her face was only centimeters apart from yours. You lifted your head up to capture her lips. She didn’t hesitate to kiss you back with equal fervor. It was messy, desperation and love being poured onto one other, tears mixed with saliva.
The room was filled with her skin slapping against your wet cunt. The air was humid and musky, almost hard to breathe, but neither of you wanted to break the kiss.
Daniela’s panting turned into breathless moans. She broke the kiss to bury her face in your neck, hugging your body tighter. Your hands pressed further down on your belly while she started to fuck you relentlessly, and your hips bucked up as you both started to chase for that heated tension.
Your orgasm shattered out of nowhere, your back arched onto her body, thighs tightly wrapping around her waist while letting out a loud cry into the room.
That’s what made Daniela break completely; she pounded one last time into your cunt to let her hot ropes of cum fill you up. She bit down onto your shoulder to muffle the guttural moan that left her throat.
For a blissful moment, you both just lay there, Daniela hugging you and pressing gentle kisses onto your neck and jawline.
She lifted herself back up to slowly untie the ribbon holding your hands together as her hips weakly pumped back into you. Once your hands were free, she removed her dick from your cunt, leaving you feeling empty but satisfied with how your insides felt.
Daniela looked at your pretty, glistening cunt that was coated with both of your fluids, bringing her fingers to run her digits through your folds, making your hips twitch.
She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked her fingers clean. The sight made your face flush and breath hitch. She let out a soft laugh at how adorable you looked lying there.
She wrapped her arms back around you and lifted you up to carry you. Your arms and legs automatically wrapped around her, you buried your face into her neck as you both slowly came down the high you were begging for.
“A bath sounds good, doesn’t it?” Her voice husky but filled with love, it made your heart and body melt instantly. You hummed approvingly.
“I love you..”
“te amo más, princesa”
a/n: thank you for reading my first fic. hope you enjoyed :)
Summary: Where with each video on TikTok and Weverse, it became more and more obvious that Daniela was hopelessly in love with you.
Note: English is not my first language.
Warning: Flirting, Daniela is in love, Suggestive Content, A Little Anguish, Jealousy, and Comfort!
Katseye Masterlist
Video One: Try to Follow — 3.2 Million Views.
The studio smelled of cold coffee and floor disinfectant, that characteristic scent of a place that had seen too many rehearsals and too few overtime hours. You were leaning against the wall of mirrors, scrolling through your phone without paying much attention, when Lara showed up with that sparkle in her eyes of someone who was about to stir up trouble.
"Go on, go on, you two. Do the try to follow trend."
Daniela raised an eyebrow from across the room. She was wearing a black hoodie half-fallen off her shoulder, her brown hair tied up in a loose bun that was already losing the battle against gravity. She looked tired. She looked beautiful.
"If you mess up, I won't let you forget it." She said, and her voice came out lower than usual, almost a purr.
You laughed, already positioning yourself in front of her.
"And what if you're the one who messes up?"
"I won't."
Said like that, with that absolute certainty, it was almost arrogant. But coming from Daniela, it was just the truth.
The music started. You moved first, simple steps, a shoulder roll, your right hand rising and falling in a fluid gesture. You felt her presence behind you like a magnetic field, that silent thing Daniela had of occupying spaces without needing to make noise.
What you didn't see, but the video would later show, to 3.2 million people, was her face.
Daniela wasn't looking at your movements. She wasn't following your arms or your legs with that technical focus she had during the group's choreographies. She was looking at you. At the curve of your neck when you laughed at something Sophia shouted from off-frame. At the way your hair swayed. At the reflection of the two of you in the mirror ahead.
When the video ended, Lara lowered her phone with a strange expression.
"You two…" She started, but didn't finish.
Daniela was already reaching for her water bottle, the back of her neck slightly flushed.
"Did it turn out good?" You asked, innocent.
"It turned out…" Lara exchanged a glance with Megan, who had just walked in. "It turned out really good."
You didn't understand at the time. You would understand later, when the comments started popping up on TikTok.
"guys she didn't blink ONCE"
"Daniela looking at Y/N like she hung the moon"
"this is no longer friendship, I regret to inform you"
"the look on her face at 0:07 seconds MY GOD"
—
Video Two: We Listen and We Don't Judge — 3.1 Million Views.
The hotel room in Dallas had horrible lighting and an air conditioner that rattled like a boat engine. You and Daniela were sitting on the bed, shoulder against shoulder, bare feet touching in the middle of the mattress.
"Should we do the trend?" You suggested, showing your phone. "We listen and we don't judge."
Daniela rolled her eyes, but it was an affectionate eye roll, the kind she only did with you.
"Fine. But you start."
You adjusted the phone propped up on the nightstand, pressed record, and took a deep breath.
"I sleep with socks on even in the summer."
Daniela blinked. Then let out a short laugh, the kind that shook her shoulders in an adorable way.
"That's horrible."
"We listen and we don't judge!" You protested, lightly slapping her arm.
"Okay, okay. My turn." She made a dramatic pause, looking at the camera. "I've been listening to the same three songs for months."
"Three?"
"Three."
"Daniela."
"We listen and we don't judge." She repeated, imitating your voice, and you laughed.
That's when it happened.
While you laughed, throwing your head back, the phone still recording, Daniela simply… stopped. Her smile didn't disappear, but it softened. Her brown eyes, which fans called siren eyes, got caught on you as if the rest of the world had gone into slow motion.
It took you three seconds to realize she was no longer participating in the game.
"Dani?"
"Hm?" She blinked, coming back. Her cheeks tinged pink. "Sorry. I got lost."
The video ended there. But fans would take screenshots of that exact frame, Daniela looking at you with an expression that left no room for interpretation.
"she literally forgot she was recording"
"Y/N laughing and Dani looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world I CAN'T HANDLE THIS"
"look at second 0:03 and tell me this isn't love"
"Daniela Avanzini completely IN LOVE and thinking no one notices"
—
Video Three: Beautiful Chaos Tour Chicago — 4.5 Million.
The show in Chicago was electric.
The United Center pulsed with eighteen thousand people screaming, the lights sweeping the stage in neon waves, the sound of the drums vibrating in your chest like a second heart. You were at the center of the stage, the mini vlog camera in your hand, trying to capture the crowd's energy for the tour videos.
"Chicago!" You shouted at the lens, laughing. "You guys are—"
The arm wrapped around your waist before you could finish.
It was a gesture you knew. You knew the weight, the temperature, the way the fingers spread across your hip as if they belonged there. Daniela fit herself behind you, her chin on your shoulder, her body warm against your back.
"Hi." She murmured, quietly, just for you.
You turned your face, surprised, and found her smile. That rare smile, the one that came slowly and lit up everything, the one fans called the sunshine smile.
The big screen captured everything.
Eighteen thousand people went wild.
You couldn't explain what you felt in that moment. The world stopped for a second, suspended between the deafening noise and the silence of Daniela's gaze. On the giant screen, the image of the two of you looked like a painting, Daniela with flushed cheeks, you with a mischievous smile, your bodies so close that you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
She ran her tongue between her lips, that gesture that made the audience scream, and you captured the image on the vlog camera.
Later, backstage, Sophia nudged you.
"Did you see the big screen?"
"I did." Your voice came out weaker than you would have liked.
"She doesn't do that with anyone else."
You knew. Of course you knew.
—
The moments piled up.
There was the time backstage in Los Angeles, when you were talking to Jun, one of the dancers on the crew, handsome, funny, and Daniela simply appeared. She didn't say anything, didn't ask permission, didn't give an explanation. She just leaned against your side and stayed there, her shoulder glued to yours, her dark eyes fixed on Jun's face as if saying she's not available without needing to move a single muscle in her mouth.
Jun understood before you did. He gave a weak smile, murmured something about going to check the wardrobe, and disappeared.
"What was that?" You asked, turning to Daniela.
"Nothing." She averted her gaze. "I just wanted to be here."
There was the time in the van, coming back from the show in Houston, when you fell asleep on her shoulder. You woke up forty minutes later with Daniela's fingers tracing distracted circles on your arm, the touch so light it felt more like breath than skin. She was looking out the window, the streetlights passing in flashes across her face, and you closed your eyes again just to feel it a little longer.
There was the time on Weverse, when a fan asked "which member makes you laugh the most?" and Daniela answered your name before you even opened your mouth. Too fast. Too sure.
"Y/N. Always."
There was the live with Manon and Megan, which you only saw later, because someone sent you the clip.
"Have you guys noticed how Dani sticks to Y/N?" Manon was saying, excited, her eyes shining with the look of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. "It's all the time. We get to the hotel, Dani already looks for where Y/N is. We go eat, she sits next to her. We're backstage, she stays behind Y/N like a… Ugh, how do you say it? A puppy?"
"Clingy," Megan completed, laughing.
"That! She turns into a clingy little puppy when Y/N is around. It's really cute, but it's also kind of funny, because Dani acts all tough and then Y/N shows up and she just melts."
The video went viral within hours. Daniela never mentioned the subject.
But you noticed that, in the following days, she became quieter. More restrained. As if she had been discovered and didn't know what to do with the exposure.
—
And then that night came.
It was late, truly late, one of those dead hours when not even the birds were awake yet. The hotel room in New York was identical to all the other hotel rooms on the tour, but it felt different. Maybe because of the yellowish light from the lamp. Maybe because of the silence. Maybe because Daniela was lying on your chest, her body tucked between your arms, her brown curls spreading like paint on your t-shirt.
You were scrolling through your TikTok feed without paying attention, the videos passing in a colorful blur. Your other hand was in her hair, your fingers gently scratching, feeling the soft texture of the strands. Daniela was playing with the bracelets on your wrist, the black leather one you never took off, the beaded one a fan had thrown onto the stage in Chicago, the silver one your grandmother gave you.
"You like this one." She murmured, touching the beaded one.
"I do."
"Why?"
"Because a fan made it. It has every tiny bead… It must have taken hours."
Daniela was silent for a moment. Her fingers still played with the bracelet, but you felt a subtle shift in her body. A tension. A hesitation.
"Can I ask you something?" Her voice came out lower.
"Of course."
Another pause. Longer.
"Have you noticed?" She asked, and there was something fragile in the way the words came out, as if she were walking on thin ice.
Your thumb stopped in her hair.
"Noticed what?"
Daniela didn't lift her face. She kept her head on your chest, her fingers now still on your wrist.
"That I…" She took a deep breath. "That I like you."
Her heart was racing. You could feel the beats echoing in your own body, at the point where her chest touched yours.
"Dani…"
"No." She cut in, but her voice wasn't harsh. It was almost a plea. "Let me talk. If I don't say it now, I'll never say it."
You stayed silent. Your hand started moving in her hair again, slowly, a silent encouragement.
"I like you." She repeated, and now her voice trembled a little. "It's not a friendship thing. It's not a 'oh, we're really close' thing. I like you. The way that makes my chest hurt when you laugh at something I said. The way I forget there's an audience when you're near. The way I have to hold myself back from doing this…"
She touched your wrist.
"…all the time."
The confession hung in the air like smoke. Daniela took another deep breath, and you felt her fingers lightly squeeze the leather bracelet.
"But I'm scared." She continued, and now her voice cracked. "Because if this ruins everything, if you don't feel the same way and things get weird between us, if I lose what we already have… I don't want that. I'd rather stay quiet. I'd rather just be your friend that people think is clingy. Because at least then I still have you."
Your heart ached. It ached in a good way, it ached in a way you couldn't name.
"But I can't pretend anymore." Daniela whispered. "Every time someone comments, every time people notice before you do, every time I see myself in a video and realize I'm looking at you like you're…" She stopped. "Like you're everything. Because you are. And I don't know what to do with that."
She finally lifted her face.
Daniela's eyes were shining, not from tears, but from something close. Raw vulnerability. Fear and hope mixed in a combination that made her face more beautiful than any illuminated stage.
"You don't have to say anything." She spoke quickly. "I just needed you to know. And if you don't feel the same, we can forget this conversation. I can forget. Or try to. I—"
You kissed her.
It was in the middle of the sentence, in the middle of the monologue, in the middle of the fear she was spilling out in hurried words. Your hand slid from her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her close, and your mouth found hers in a kiss that interrupted everything, the words, the thoughts, time.
Daniela was paralyzed for a second. A whole second where the world stopped spinning.
And then she melted.
Her lips moved against yours as if they had waited for this their entire lives. The hand that was on your wrist rose to your face, her fingers spreading across your jaw, the touch so delicate it seemed like she was still afraid of breaking something.
When you pulled apart, just enough to breathe, Daniela's eyes were wide. Her lips, slightly parted. Her cheeks, completely red.
"You…" She started.
"Me too." You said, and your voice came out hoarse. "For a long time. A very long time."
"But you never…"
"I didn't know how." You laughed, a trembling laugh. "You're Daniela Avanzini. You're… you."
"I'm just a girl who looks at you too much in videos."
"You're the girl who looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world." Your thumb caressed her cheek. "And I'm the girl who finally had the courage to do something about it."
Daniela let out a laugh, a wet laugh, emotional, the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard. She let her forehead fall against yours, her eyes closed, her eyelashes brushing your skin.
"I thought you didn't feel the same." She whispered. "I thought I was going to ruin everything."
"You didn't ruin anything." You kissed the tip of her nose. "You just made me wait."
"Was it worth it?"
Instead of answering, you kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. Daniela's hands tangled in your hair, her body adjusting to yours as if it had finally found the right place.
Outside, New York shone with its thousands of lights. But inside that room, the only thing that mattered was the way Daniela smiled against your lips.
—
You woke up with the familiar weight on your chest.
Daniela was still there, exactly as she had fallen asleep, her head tucked between your neck and your shoulder, her curls tickling your chin, one of her hands splayed over your heart as if she wanted to feel every beat.
The morning light came in through the gaps in the curtain, painting golden stripes on her face.
You watched her for a while. At the dark eyelashes. At the lips still slightly swollen. At the expression of absolute peace she wore while she slept.
Your phone vibrated on the nightstand.
It was a Twitter notification. You opened it on instinct, the brightness of the screen making you squint.
It was an edit. Of course it was an edit. The fans never slept.
The video showed the two of you, the try to follow, the we listen and we don't judge, the stage moment in Chicago, the Weverse live. Scenes stitched together with a soft song in the background, each frame chosen with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were looking for.
The caption read: "Daniela Avanzini completely in love with Y/N for 3 minutes and 47 seconds."
You smiled.
"So early?" Daniela's voice came sleepy, muffled against your neck.
"The eyekons made another edit."
"Hmm." She tightened her arm around your waist. "I bet it's obvious."
"It is."
Daniela lifted her head slowly, her eyes still half-closed, her hair completely messy. She looked at your phone screen, then at you.
"You know what I was thinking?"
"What?"
"That I don't need to hide anymore." She smiled, that rare smile, the one that lit up everything. "I can look at you as much as I want now."
You laughed, pulling her back into the embrace.
"You always could."
"But now you know."
"Now I know."
And when the phone vibrated again with more notifications, comments, likes, fans going crazy with the possibility that maybe, maybe, all of this was real, you set it aside.
Because Daniela was in your arms, her heart beating against yours, and the rest of the world could wait.
you were the seventh member of katseye until a forced hiatus pulled you away from the group. deep down, you knew it was never really a hiatus—you weren't coming back. so after a while, when moving houses, your old members went through some of your stuff, finding 6 letters at the top of your closet.
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ot6 x fem!reader 7th member!reader written about each one individually, but reader was in love with them all reader is megan's age tiny age gap between some angst? this is not proofread at all
PS I STILL LOVE YOU
sophia entered your old room, the one you had left abandoned a month or two ago. sophia wasn’t really sure. time moved so weirdly when you weren’t there. you had kept her grounded, keeping an eye on her while she kept an eye on others. the longer you were gone, the more sophia realised how much she needed you back.
sophia opened a few drawers, gathering your stuff into boxes; they were finally moving, moving away from the place they had spent most of their gnarly and debut days. it was nice that they were getting their own places, she meant, but some part of her would miss this. miss the way you and megan yelled at each other across the dorm when you couldn’t find your charger. miss the way you and manon would take turns trying to bake something which ended in a mess, but sophia couldn’t lie, you made the best cookies when you worked together.
she dusted the top of your nightstand, taking the lamp she had made fun of you for the day you brought it out. it was so stupid that she found it sweet, a little monkey whose eyes lit up when the alarm went off. a few books that you had to read during high school and still kept sitting in your bookshelf.
once most of the stuff in the room was collected, she opened your closet. a few of your clothes were still hanging there. taking the two hoodies, the jacket and your t-shirts, folding them and placed them on the mattress behind her.
when she was about to close the closet, her eye caught a sight of a small box in the left top corner. getting on the tip of her tippy toes, she reached up, fingers tightening around the box before finally pulling it out.
it was a very basic box, no writing, no nothing. just plain brown, the type you could get at the local store for 15p.
sophia knew she shouldn’t. it would be snooping. but a little peek wouldn’t hurt, right? you were best friends. the whole group were and what could you possibly hide that could be so bad?
sophia took the lid, slowly picking it off the top of the container. when it was finally revealed what was in the box, she was caught by surprise, her fingers trembling as she placed the lid on the ground.
six neat envelopes sat in the box, each in a specific colour.
picking up the first envelope, a blue one at that, she turned it over in confusion. on the back of it, in small cursive was written…
for daniela
sophia’s first instinct wasn’t positive, her heart hammering in her chest as panic rose. hoping these weren’t letters for what she thought they were…
she wasn’t going to snoop at the girl's letters, so she dug and dug, till she finally got to a purple envelope, turning it around and seeing her name, she ripped it open.
sophia sat on the floor for an hour. a whole hour. rereading every word on that page with tears filling her eyes every time she reread it. she had been wrong to worry; there had been no point in the panic, but somehow this letter hurt more.
after some point, sophia was snapped out of her daze when she heard someone knock on the door before megan entered.
“hey, soph, you’ve been gone for a while. are you okay?” megan’s voice drifted away when she saw the state of sophia, rushing to her, dropping next to her on the ground and wrapping her arms around her.
“soph? sophia? what’s wrong?”
sophia shook her head, composing herself before answering with a shaky voice.
“all of you should read these.”
sophia had given all of the girls their letter, leaving them in privacy. she didn’t explain much, but when sophia said the words “y/n wrote these for us,” the girls didn’t question her anymore, opening their letters in seconds.
lara’s pov
lara opened her envelope; she had never seen sophia so… sad? surprised? the only thing circling lara's mind was whether sophia was okay... and what could've possibly been written in her letter to leave her looking so utterly devastated.
so lara swallowed the knot in her throat, unfolded the paper, beginning to read.
dear lara
there’s a lot i can say to you, but i know that doesn’t really explain anything, does it? you were my first friend in dream academy. and funny enough, my first kiss too. i know, i know. you probably don’t remember, and i also kind of lied to you and said that it wasn’t, but it was.
i think you were the first girl i ever fell in love with; scratch that, you were the first person i fell in love with. i know i was young, stupid and sixteen when this happened, but god. i really wanted us to be something? you know?
i don’t want this next part to make you blame yourself, but at some point i realised that you’ll never love me the same way i loved you. i overheard you the next day. talking about how i was just your friend. a little part of me broke, but i still hoped. hoped even a little.
of course all hope died when i saw you with her.
your new girl was my clone, lara.
well, no one actually knew if you guys had something, but i saw it. i had paid a lot of attention to you then. i remember all the stupid shit i used to like on social media, the sad “i see the way she looks at you” tiktoks.
and a part of me hated her. hated you.
for the way i felt, for how much it hurt to see you love a girl who was everything i was and could’ve been for you.
i really do love you lara, a little differently now maybe, but i was so unapologetically in love with you. and if the chance came, i could fall in love with you all over again.
ps i still have that shirt you gave me the night you first kissed me. it’s the first picture on my instagram. i thought you’d catch the hint with the song, but i was too hopeful.
with love, your y/n.
daniela’s pov
the letter sat on the bed, untouched.
daniela stared at it as if it was going to bite her if she tried to open it. maybe she should just ignore it? pretend she had read it and just hide it deep in piles of her stuff? or maybe put it back where she got it from? it was your privacy after all…
before she could doubt herself again, daniela reached over and opened the letter in a swift motion, the paper almost cutting her with how quickly she had done it.
my dani,
this is kind of ironic, you know? i kind of hated you when we first met, but as two or more years have passed i started to realise that my jealousy came from wanting to be with you. not wanting to be you.
you were such an inspiration for so long that i don’t even know when my perspective shifted, but i know the exact moment i realised i was in love with you.
it was a wednesday, we had just come home from practice, and everyone was tired, but you wanted ice cream so badly and dragged me with you.
it was the first time you let me drive your car. and you knew i couldn’t drive.
you didn’t let anyone drive, not even megan who was a great driver, but you let me. tired and without a license. you let me drive.
you didn’t even get mad at me when we kept stalling in that parking lot, you just kept giggling and eating your ice cream. trying to feed me it time to time before telling me off, sarcastically telling me to pay attention to the busy streets.
i remember coming back to the dorm that night, sophia had scolded us that we would wake the whole house up with our laughter. we fell asleep on the couch that night, when i had woken up, you had wrapped your arms around me so tightly i could barley get away. but when i did, you mumbled a soft, “come back, it’s too early,” and i melted so quickly.
and i know i should never give into social media, but that night i opened tiktok and searched up to see if there had been any edits of us. i almost laughed at how pathetic i looked, longing into the back of your head in interviews. and when you looked back at me, with that spark in your eyes that you don’t show a lot, a bit of hope came over me.
could you actually like me back?
until i opened the comment section.
it was all about how if you hadn’t been straight, we’d make such a good couple. and that brought me back to reality. i couldn’t love you in hopes of you loving me back. it was never going to happen. but god, sometimes i looked at you, looked at that douchebag boyfriend of yours that didn’t think one girl was enough, that you recently got, and wondered, if you knew that my eyes could’ve loved you for a lifetime?
i remember you mentioning that something you hold special is someone learning your language.
te amaré por siempre, aunque sé que nunca podrás amarme de la misma manera, daniela. (i'll love you forever, even though i know you'll never be able to love me the same way, daniela)
yours, y/n.
megan’s pov
megan’s phone buzzed with a notification from snapchat, thank god for it because it had finally brought her back to reality, which she was in. or more like the messy room she was currently sitting in, clothes on the floor.
but the only thought in her mind was what sophia had given her, megan took a few deep breaths before she tried to read whatever was written on the paper.
damn you for writing in cursive.
the spiderman to my gwen,
when they speak of high school sweethearts, i’d like to imagine it could’ve been us. well we were never in the same high school nor were we lovers, but hey? we definitely played the part.
do you still remember when i took you to my prom? i didn’t have a date, and you stepped up and decided to take me, only for us to win those stupid titles of prom queen and king.
you didn’t even go to that school.
we had spent the whole night dancing, drinking that stupid spiked punch and running around the halls of my school because, for some reason, i just had to show you where my science class was. (in my defence, it was my first time drinking).
i still don’t remember how we managed to find ourselves on the football field lying right in the middle. my dress stained with the grass patches. we were giggling as if the sky was the funniest thing in the world.
you had turned to me while laughing, adding to the joke, before a guard caught us on the field and we had to run away. we hid under the bleachers for like an hour, i still remember how tight you held me. i wonder if you were scared to let go? even for a moment.
it was so dark; we didn’t even speak.
but the only thing going through my mind was how badly i wanted to kiss you, and we got so close, so close to it.
i remember your corsage digging in the side of my shoulder, the matching colours shining in the moonlight. and when i finally got the courage to show a sign that i liked you, you pulled away.
sitting down on the ground and giggling because you had no clue what was racing through my mind; all you were thinking of was how we managed to sneak past a guard. it’s still your favourite story to tell in interviews when our friendship is brought up, which makes this hurt even more.
it’s selfish of me to say this, but god, there’s nothing more that i wanted than to ruin our friendship in that exact moment. because now all i will remember from my prom night will be regret, because i didn’t try, or maybe you just didn’t know.
maybe i just hoped you would kiss me.
but if you ever get into a situation like we did megan, please, ruin the friendship. do what i never had the courage to.
manon’s pov
manon didn't understand why the letter felt so heavy in her hands; it’s not like it was any important?
right?
probably diary entries that you just kept; you had been very tidy; she gathered that from the time she had spent rooming with you. this letter was going to be no big deal. so manon swallowed hard and broke the seal of the envelope, hoping for the best.
dear manon,
our situation was complicated. i knew it was wrong for me to feel this way towards you, given our little age gap, but i couldn’t help myself. i think a part of you knew that i had a tiny crush on you.
i think what doomed us from the start was the pet names you gave me, and what hurt the most was that you never said them around anyone else. and you never said them when you were fully awake either.
we were roommates, and my heart always clenched when you whispered out a “can you pass me the water, baby?” and then went out to call me “kid” in interviews. it was a weird dynamic; you pushed, you pulled. and i followed. like a lost dog just wanting your attention because anything you gave me was enough, and i wanted anything i could get.
the first time that comes to mind when asked when i realised i was in love with you would be how disappointed you were when you found me drunk in our room after i had come back from a gathering with my old high school friends.
you had scolded me, told me that it was irresponsible. that i was just a kid. you didn’t want to raise your voice, but i knew you were hurt by my actions.
i was stupid, of course, so i yelled at you to stop calling me a “kid” i started mumbling incoherent sentences that you had no clue about until i broke down crying in your arms. i wanted you to see me as someone grown, just so you could love me. so you would call me “baby” without the need to call me a kid too.
i knew it was doomed, but the way you held me that night… i never wanted that to end. manon, i love you so much. so much that i ruined my perfectly polished rule to never cry in front of anyone.
you just wanted to protect me, i understand it now. but god, i am such a mess for you.
yoonchae’s pov
yoonchae’s room was awfully quiet, the only sound coming from the fan above her head, which was spinning at a rapid speed. blowing a few strands of hair in front of her face.
she didn’t dare to open the envelope for the first five minutes before her fingers subconsciously started ripping the paper. bringing the letter out.
hey chae,
you have always been my number one fan. ever since you came to that one charity match they made me play in for some reason, everyone else wore their katseye jerseys, but you… you wore mine. you had even made posters. it’s so funny because you knew i couldn’t play soccer. i was terrible at it, but you were still the first to yell my name and cheer for me.
we had won that day; no help from me, but before i could even notice the trophy, you were running towards me. which was weird because you hated physical affection, but that was the first time you initiated it with me.
you wrapped your arms around my shoulders even if i was sweaty and all covered in mud.
i remember i ate dirt that game, split my knees open, and you took care of me. cleaned up the wounds as i struggled to stifle my groans from the pain. you even called me a “big baby” for not being able to hold the pain.
which resulted in me trying to argue back before you poured more disinfectant all over my knee, making me cry out.
i still remember all the ship edits; it was so unbelievable, but is it bad to admit i liked some of them?
i noticed that your recent photo dump had a picture of you in my clothes that i know for a fact i didn’t give you, and you were reading the book from my nightstand. you thief.
it was so silly, so pure, but i am so in love with everything that you do. especially when you do it for me.
i’m so in love with you, yoonchae. thank you for always showing up.
sophia’s pov
to the one i will never forget,
it’s crazy to admit it, but this is the last letter i’m writing, and i think it’s because i was in love with you the most. it’s never fun to be in love with your best friend, isn’t it? i know you’re our leader, my leader, but i think that’s one of the qualities that made me fall in love with you.
how much you wanted to protect us.
protect me.
i think the biggest shock in the industry i had experienced was how ready you were to fight that guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. or how easy you dropped your walls around me. so can you really blame me for not wanting to look at anyone else or even think of them when i had the most perfect person ready to show their true self to me. to trust me?
you always chose to sit beside me, always let me pick first, answer first, took me out when i was losing my mind, drove around with me at night and even let me pick the music. and you never got mad at me. sometimes at the others, but never at me.
how you always knew to swipe your thumb across my knuckles during an interview because you knew it grounded me. how we got those impulsive matching tattoos next to our hearts that no one knows about.
you might have done it with me as a best friend. but i did it with you as my lover. as the love of my life. i know it’s ironic to say, given the other letters i’ve written, but it’s brighter with you.
i am so in love with every part of you sophia, how you always manage to cook the dishes my mum cooked me when i missed home or how you lost that one hour of sleep because you knew i couldn’t go to practise hungry.
how you always warmed me up after rehearsals because it was cold in the studio after we were done.
if that’s what you did for just your best friend, i’m jealous of what you’ll do for your husband. unfortunately, i can’t be the person you fall in love with.
maybe in another universe we were what i always wanted us to be.
and for the rest of my life, i’ll dedicate all of the love songs to you.
the girls gathered in the kitchen that night. the room was silent; no one dared to speak first. after ten minutes or even more of just forks clicking against dinner plates, lara spoke,
“did any one of you know?”
each girl shook their head no; lara nodded along. “and i’m guessing we all decided to call her?”
megan looked up from her plate, playing with her fork. “left her 15 voice messages.”
manon puffed out a breath she was holding. “she’s not coming back from the hiatus? is she?”
no one dared to speak. because they knew the truth. you were gone, and you took the love with you, leaving six girls with their hearts ripped out.
because even if you had doubted every moment with them, that it was all platonic in their eyes, they had been waiting for you to take the first step all along.
if only you knew that your love had always been shared.
the girls continued to sit in silence before everyone’s phone dinged with a notification.
@y/n.l/n has sent you a message
a/n: oooo shiiiii... anyone catch how many taylor references there are in this story?
pairing: g!p daniela avanzini x latina!female reader
warnings: smut, p in v, riding, missionary, breeding, praising, orgasm denial, drabble
“Dani.” You whined, pussy aching from the lack of release, begging with your sounds for her to have mercy.
She grunted softly, eyes glued to the glowing screen reflecting the fútbol match of Paraguay. Her soft hands caressed your thighs, controlling the way you slowly rode her cock, the throbbing member filling you all the way.
“No, mi amor. Tienes que esperar.” She bucks her hips upward, eliciting a pornographic moan from you because of the stimulation.
“Pero… papí…” Your breath hitched as you tweaked at your own nipples, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing your tits. You attempted to speed up your hips, but Daniela’s firm grip stops you.
“Ya casí.” She grabs your hands and pins your wrists together, holding them between her fingers. Then, by some miracle, the fútbol gods shined down on you—Paraguay had scored and you almost breathed a sigh of relief.
Almost. Daniela is quick to flip you over, hips pounding into you so quickly, you feel your head spinning in circles. “This what you wanted, sí? You’re my good girl? Hmm? Di por favor.”
“Por favor, papí, please! Sere buena!”
Daniela chuckles, eyes shifting towards the match again, but her hips never let up, she continues to thrust as hard as she can, sniping your g-spot each time with powerful force.
You come with a blissful sigh, eyes rolling back into your head as your chest heaves up and down. Daniela groans next, Paraguay scoring again, leaving her the opportunity to fill you up, thick ropes of cum oozing from your pussy down to Daniela’s thighs.
“Good girl.” She praised, whispering in your ear. She lifts you again easily, shifting you to straddle her cock again. You feel it soften inside you as you slump against her body. “Let papí finish this.”
All you did was smile against her shoulder, body fucked out in a heavenly way.
pranking your girlfriend by suggesting the worst possible names for your baby
content: fem!reader, pregnant!reader in manon, sophia, and daniela's part & then it's a hypothetical in megaras and a teddy in yoonchae's, humor, crack, cursing, really badly spelt names, gay jokes bc i'm a #ally ss count: 14 note: coming up with names for these was so funny.... hopefully none of you are called these....
You sat on her lap, she was huge; 8 1/2 inches, pink blush tip with the base having little to no hair. You bottomed her, her tip hitting your cervix. You loved the way she made you feel like this, so full like a ‘stuff bunny’.
she loved the warm wet feeling of your cunt that wrapped around her length like a warm tight sleeve. It was hard for daniela to not thrust into you. Which was a battle she lost as she always ended up cumming in you like 24/7.
But you were on birth control, so you were fine.
─── HUNG! DANI WHO would baby trap you as an attempt to make you stay with her.
this wasn’t supposed to happen, daniela just wanted a ‘one last fuck’ but how could you say no? She’s literally the hugest you ever had, one last fuck wouldn’t be so bad.
you groaned as you rode her, you were clenched so hard down on her dick. Your arms reached her hoodie, pulling her close as she thrusted up into you her hands gripping your waist.
“Mierda, bebé, sigue cabalgándome, amor mío.” She moaned as she watched you move up and down, she was hypnotised by your body. Though you had no idea what she ment but took it as an a sign that she was close.
“M’fuuuucck you like that..” you asked locking your eyes with hers, she started nodding along with you. “Yeah.. shit..” but before you could get off she pulled you close and filled you right up to the brim.
─── HUNG! DANI WHO try to help you throughout you finding out you were pregnant.
you broke down crying, i mean what the hell were you gonna do. Like yeah go ahead and abort it but that was way out of your budget and you could go to the back-way but you didn’t want to catch a infection and die.
so you called daniela.
She came over and hugged you tight, a hand resting on your belly. “Shit i really did get you pregnant..” she muttered, she shrugged, but you were too emotional to understand what she said. You hugged her tightly as you begged her not to go, she nodded and promised that she’ll stay with you and be in the baby’s life.
─── HUNG! DANI WHO let you move into her two bedroom apartment.
You guys slept in the same bed, she had converted the second room into the baby’s room. She was building the baby’s crib as you watched the titanic for the twelve hundred time.
The mango sorbet in your cup started to melt. You had begged Daniela to buy a ninja crème so that you could eat frozen desserts any time.
─── HUNG! DANI WHO doesn’t want anybody around her kid.
you had sent her a photo of you and lil cleo in the park, cuz your baby rather wanted to be outside than inside at home. Surprisingly Daniela didn’t like when people started too long at you guys baby, why?
She just finds it creepy as she knows you guys baby is the cutest precious thing ever in her life.
She’s always asked the same questions.
“How was she today?”
“Anyone take photos?”
“I miss you and cleo mi amour, when can we go out next?”
Manon, your busy pop star wife, finally gets her first solo time with your cheeky 2 year old daughter Merliah while you're out for work. Chaos explodes instantly, yogurt wars, toy rejection, bath floods, and full toddler tantrums. Manon spam texts you in total panic, dramatically begging for rescue as Merliah repeatedly bullies her…
A/N: Hi! I'm back! I miss you everyone!! Belated Happy birthday to my dearest Manon! 🩷 Sorry if this is short huhu, make it up to you guys next time!
content. g!p manon, smut, p in v, cheating, dirty talk
You'd been dating your boyfriend for about seven months. He was the captain of the basketball team, tall, with perfectly styled hair, attentive, loving. His family loved you and yours adored him. He sounded like the perfect boyfriend and, I mean, he was, but you couldn't stop thinking he was so boring.
Completely the opposite of your cheerleader teammate, Manon. So arrogant, with that attitude that the world belonged to her, a total idiot who was always late to practice and laughed at the rookies. A total idiot who, with just a look from those doe eyes, could make your cunt completely soaked in seconds.
You knew it was wrong. You knew your boyfriend was waiting for you at home with dinner ready, that you had told him you were running late because of an extra practice. But still, here you were: naked, on all fours, in Manon's bed, with her thick cock completely inside you.
The lamplight barely illuminated the room, the sheets wrinkled under your hands, the pillow smashed against your face. Manon was behind you, her hands on your hips, her cock entering and exiting your cunt with a frantic rhythm.
"So tight," Manon said, hot against your neck. Her hip slammed against your ass specifically hard, making you scream. "And he has this at home and doesn't use it. What an idiot."
"Manon…" you moaned, but you couldn't form a complete sentence. You reached your hand back, searching for hers. Manon, without hesitation, gently wrapped her hands around yours.
"What's wrong, baby? Need more?"
"Yes… yes…"
Manon laughed. A low laugh that ran down your spine. She sped up the rhythm. Her cock went in and out faster, and the sound of her hip slapping against your ass filled the room.
"Say I'm better than him," she ordered.
"You're better…"
"Better than what?"
"You're better than my boyfriend," you screamed, and your voice drowned in a moan when she thrust harder.
"Good girl."
Her hand went down to your clit, her fingers moving in circles while her cock kept going in and out. The double stimulation blurred your vision. Your legs were trembling. You were about to come when your phone vibrated on the nightstand.
The sound cut through the air like a knife. Your boyfriend. His photo on the screen smiling, in his basketball jersey, with that perfect smile that now seemed so empty. The name blinked. He was calling.
Manon stopped. She stayed still inside you, her cock buried to the hilt, and grabbed the phone.
"Look at him," she said, and showed you the screen, her smile widening a thousand times more. "Let's answer him."
"Manon, no…"
But she didn't listen. She accepted the call. She put the phone on speaker and rested it on the pillow in front of you. "Talk."
"Y/n?" your boyfriend's voice came from the phone, worried, familiar. "Are you okay? It's eleven, you said you'd be home by ten."
"I… I…" your voice cut off. Manon had started moving again, slow, very slow, completely mocking the situation. Her cock entering and exiting barely. The moan escaped before you could bite your lip.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" He sounded so worried it almost made you feel sorry for him. The situation was so obvious, but in his little brain, he couldn't even imagine that his perfect girlfriend was cheating on him, and much less with a woman.
"It's… it's that…" Manon thrust harder. Biting your lip wasn't enough anymore. The moan escaped again, sharper.
"What was that? I'm getting worried," he asked.
Manon leaned over your back. Her face was inches from the phone. "Hi, honey," she said. "It's Manon, Y/n's teammate. We're at an extra practice. Everything's fine, she's just exhausted." She pushed harder. "Very exhausted."
"Huh?" said your boyfriend. "But at this hour?"
"Championship rehearsals. They're tough." Manon laughed. "Y/n is very good, but she has trouble keeping up the pace."
Manon kept moving, and your fingers gripped the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping you on earth. You wanted to slap her ass and wipe that stupid smile off her face, which widened with every second your naive boyfriend believed the lies.
"Well…" said your boyfriend, and you could tell in his voice he didn't fully understand. Confused. "Do you want me to come pick you up?"
"No!" you said, and your voice came out more desperate than you wanted. "No… I'm fine. I'm going to stay… a little longer…"
"Are you sure? You sound weird."
Manon sped up the rhythm. Her cock went in and out faster, her hand on your clit started moving again. The orgasm was starting to build. You couldn't hold back the moans.
"I'm sure," you said, and the word cut off in a moan. "I'm… I'm…"
"She's sweating," Manon interrupted again with a mocking tone. "These practices are very intense. But don't worry, I'll take care of her. Right, baby? Am I taking good care of you?"
"Yes…" you moaned. "Yes, Manon… you're taking good care of me…"
"Well…" said your boyfriend, sounding a little more relieved. He was worried about his girlfriend being out alone this late, but at least now he knew someone was looking after her, and he had no idea how well she was being looked after. "I'll let her rest then. See you tomorrow, love."
"See you…" you managed to say, but Manon didn't let you finish. She sped up the rhythm, her cock entering and exiting with a fury that knocked the air out of you.
"Bye, honey," Manon said, and hung up the call.
The phone stayed on the pillow. Manon grabbed you by the hips and pushed you against the mattress, her cock buried to the hilt.
"Now," she said, her voice barely a thread. "Now you can come."
You came. The orgasm shook you completely, your back arched, your fingers gripping the sheets. You screamed. You couldn't help but scream. Manon came a second later, her cock swelling inside you, the heat filling you, dripping down your thighs.
When you finished, when the tremors passed, Manon collapsed onto your back. Her face buried in your neck.
"I'm going to have to train you more often," she said, and you both started laughing shamelessly. "You're so out of shape."
"Shut up, idiot."
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