hi! i love your work!!! jsut want to know what happened to your account? if its possible (ive always been a huge fan of your work but much too shy to text 🫣🫣) can i get your insta? or can i dm you here?
First of all thank you so much for your kind words and supporting me for a long time, it really means a lot to me to know you still think about my account and decided to reach out.
To answer your question, you can DM here and I'll send you my IG since I'm wary of sharing my socials on here. And don't worry about being shy, I'm very anxious when reaching out to other people, I promise I'm nice 😚
And since I've never truly made a post regarding the future of this account and deleted the one's where the topic was discussed, I'll be using this to explain a little bit more.
I'm not going to make this a super long paragraph since I doubt many people would care about me leaving, but the reason of my departure is the next one.
I've been on Tumblr for a while, always switching fandoms and lurking from the shadows. The only fandom I publicly wrote for was Yellowjackets—later switching to Katseye.
At first things in the community were great, I met great people with who I lost contact as of now but left great memories in me. But motivation started to run low—and depression hit me like a truck—soI knew I wasn't able to provide good content and fullfil requests anymore, so I decided to go into an indefinite break/hiatus, hoping things would get better, only to see the community was slowly going downhill. Creators started to leave, controversies started to surge and I didn't feel good in such environment, so I just decided to take my leave.
I won't be using this account anymore, but my writing will still be up, since I'm no fan of deleting works people like and might read multiple times. But I won't be active here.
This is my last post and I hope everybody who supported me and still think about my writing knows I'm eternally grateful to you for giving me a place where my writing—which I'm very, very judgeful of— was appreciated and recognized in a community that holds so many talented writers. I love you all so much, remember to stay hydrated and know you're worthy and I see you.
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒖 ❫ pairing. daniela avanzini x 7th member 𝒻! reader ✴︎ fluff ──── what social media looks like with dani as your girlfriend. / disclaimers. mentions of jonah loli bahia as faceclaim wc. none notes. i had fun making this this is mostly a filler so it sucks but oh well i promise I'll release a fic soon
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ❫ pairing. megan skiendiel x 7th member 𝒻! reader ✴︎ fluff ──── little moments where everybody can tell megan is whipped—and the katz making fun of it *wink* / disclaimer. down bad!megan, puppy!megan, clingy af, suggestive content wc. 6k notes. happy christmas/holidays everybody, here's my gift for y'all 🫶🏻🫶🏻
The floor tiles were cold against your bare feet, sending chills down your spine when you first step on it. The faint hum of the microwave fills the sound along with the birds singing outside. You're only wearing an oversized shirt you stole from Megan and a pair of boxers Dani let you borrow.
Breakfast was served on the table, but you decided to cook for yourself, just to complicate this morning further, said Lara, who was munching on her food as she scrolled through her feed. Dani was also there, she was eating while staring at a blank point in the wall, sleep caging her body for a few seconds before letting her take another bite of her meal.
Sophia cooked, but now she was showering after eating her food, the sound of the shower adding to the somehow relaxing noises of the morning. It made you feel cozy, you began to assimilate these sounds as home, something that grounded you and said that you weren't alone in this tough morning.
Yesterday wasn't the greatest day for Katseye. Rehearsal had a lot of mistakes due to exhaustion and the harsh words got to everyone's soul, the usual bright and playful air brought down. Sophia obviously made sure to sing her praises to all of her members before going to sleep, a rule that has never been said, but it became a habit in those tough days that weren't planned to go right.
Today, the air kept the tension that was felt in that room. Daniela was mentally punishing herself for messing up while Lara tried to drown her thoughts by keeping busy, wether watching different mukbangs or doom scrolling without even checking the videos.
It hurt you seeing them this way, but it happened before, so you knew it was bound to be better. Rough days always served as a reminder that you were allowed to be humans, that you can mess up and emerge victorious at the same time. So you pushed the thoughts aside and focused on making your pancakes as fluffy as possible, your phone laying on the counter as you watched a Japanese tutorial.
While you were cooking, the light footsteps coming from the hallway announced a new presence. Megan, who's hair was still tussled and eyes were barely open, which caused her to bump into some things in the way, was making her way to you, brows knitted together in a 'Why did you leave bed so early' manner.
"Look who woke up!" Lara said, voice full of tease and excitement. "The sleeping beauty. Weird you woke up so soon." Lara took the opportunity to tease her best friend, poking her side when Megan was close enough to the table, somehow bumping with the corner of it, wincing slightly as the sharp edge poked her skin.
"Careful." Dani said, her gaze still lost somewhere in the wall, eyebags decorating her face, a sleepless night told with only one feature.
"Mm." Was all Megan could mutter.
She kept dragging her feet until she reached you, the back of her hand rubbing her eye, keeping one open, enough to see you with her shirt, and what she believed was nothing underneath. She stopped dead in her tracks, her lips slightly parting, sucking a sharp breath.
You turned your head when you heard her breath hitch, a playful smile on your face as you bump her with your hip. "What you looking at?" You tease, your smile growing into a grin when she opens her mouth, only to close it back and reopen it again, words stuck on her throat.
"You look so beautiful..." Her voice was small, but it was still loud enough for the duo to hear, making Lara eyes widen slightly, her thumb hovering over a button on her phone. Meanwhile, Daniela somehow managed to freeze even when she gave no movement, her gaze now looking at you both sideways.
"Whipped." Lara muttered, to which Daniela answered by giving her a small smack on her arm, biting her bottom lip to keep the laughing from spilling.
"Am I dreaming?" She could of said it as something flattering, her way of flirting even in a zombie like state, but the genuine confusion in her voice made you pout in tenderness. She wasn't even awake, she still was draped in sleep, only getting out of bed when she couldn't feel the warmth of your body, only the smooth sheet that conserved part of you heat under the palm of her hand.
"I don't think so." You reply, voice soft and quiet, fingers playing with one of her pink strands before tucking it behind her ear. The action alone had Megan blushing the same color as her hair and the girls rolling her eyes so hard you might think they actually reached the back of their head.
"Good. Yeah. Cool." Megan repeated, slowly nodding, which only causes her to get sleepier. Your hand reaches for the back of her head, softly pushing until her forehead is in contact with your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
"You guys are so corny." Lara says. "They're actually cute." Daniela counterattacks, eyebrows turning down as she gives her friend a very annoyed side eye. Lara only rolls her eyes before continuing to eat her breakfast.
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Rehearsal was tough. Everybody was tired, your limbs felt like they were about to fall and your muscles screamed for rest. Exhaustion was catching up to you slowly, firstly by tiring your body, lastly by making you mess up the choreo a couple times, feeling a little bit lightheaded.
"Okay, that's enough! Take a twenty minutes break!" The choreographer said as he reached for his water bottle, taking a long sip, gulping the water loudly. It made you smile, knowing even the choreographer was exhausted, his eyelids threatening to shut.
You sat against the mirror, back leaning against the much needed cold of the glass. Megan sat beside you, like a lost puppy following the person they consider the safest, knees brushing together, a subtle smile painting on her face.
Manon and Dani sat in a corner, the latina's head resting on the ghanaian woman, both lost on their phones. Sophia was recharging her water bottle on the hallway. Yoonchae and Lara were both snickering together as they scrolled through the indian's Instagram feed.
"You tired?" Megan's attempt to initiate a conversation reminds you of a teenage boy trying to talk to their crush. And somehow that's what Megan was dealing with right now. She still had a massive crush on you, despite breaking that barrier a long time ago. She still wasn't used to be dating you.
"I think we all are, Meg." You mutter, voice hoarse, eye tired, your eyelids falling, and you try to keep them open.
"Right." She nods to herself, rubbing her hands on her grey sweatpants, a nervous habit she had everytime she felt like she messed up.
You cover her hands, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles. Your head hits the mirror, lazily tilted for her to be in your view, a small appreciative smile plastered on her face.
"You look good in grey sweatpants." The tone of the conversation changed, and the tension increased between the two of you. Megan took a moment to look at the wooden floor before looking up at you, eyes slightly wide, eyebrows shooting up once she gets what you mean.
"Oh—Oh!" She says, the accentuated grey making more sense in her mind. "But," She starts, eyebrows know together in confusion. "I don't have a dick." Confused, she says, looking down at her crotch as if to confirm she actually doesn't have a cock.
"You still look good." You wink at her, and the pink hue that covers her cheek can be seen from a mile away, her face holding a new glow, eyes darting around the room, avoiding to look at you as much as she can.
After that day, Megan use of grey sweatpants increased. She mostly used them for rehearsal, but she also started to wander around the house with them. She even bought new ones so she didn't have to use the same one. She was dedicated, waiting for your compliments everytime she entered the room, a habit that you unintentionally started, but didn't know of.
This specific day, you still haven't complimented her looks with the now iconic grey sweatpants, and she was visibly upset about it, a small pout adorning her face as she held her head low, avoiding to look at you. You instantly knew something was wrong with her, but when you were about to get up, the choreographer clapped his hands, calling everyone to stand in the center of the room.
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Rehearsal went great that day, everybody felt light, the atmosphere was tranquil and cozy, and despite the heat, all of you felt relaxed and cool.
You sat on the couch next to Megan, her knees where brushing against her chest, arms enveloping her legs, head held low. Your brows knitted together, trying to decipher what was wrong with her, but you found no reason. 'Maybe she had a bad day?' 'Maybe I did something?' 'But what could I have done that upset her?' Many thoughts rushed into your mind, swirling around until Daniela's voice pulled you out of the gutter.
"Didn't you wear those pants yesterday?" The latina questioned, looking confused as she inspected the clothe from her spot next to the couch.
Megan perked up, looking at the fabric then up at Dani. "Yeah, why?"
"Did you washed them at least?" She teased, but Megan wasn't in the mood. "It's a new one!" She squeaked, rolling her eyes once the latina started to giggle.
"You always use them." Sophia commented, biting a piece out of her protein bar, entertained by teasing the Chinese.
"At least she looks very good in them." It was a fleeting comment, you didn't think much of it, but when you saw Megan's whole face light up, you knew you found what made her upset. A wicked smile creeped up on your face when the happiness gets back to her, making her shine in a way she stands out.
Sophia noticed since her smile grow wider, but she didn't say anything, probably saving Megan from more teasing. Daniela was still oblivious and rolled her eyes at your comment. "Of course you would say that." She huffed.
"What I don't look good with them?" Megan fired back, eyebrows leaning together as a feigned anger takes control of her cute face.
"No!—I mean, yes—Wait, ugh!" Daniela's head falls as she covers her face with both hands, rubbing as if the words would magically appear in her tongue. Megan's face in contoured in indignation, mouth hanging open as she scoffs.
"Wow!" She says, a teasing smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she sees her friend trying to get her words right.
"I didn't mean that, come on." Her head snapped up, her feline eyes staring at Megan as if she personally offended her.
"Why are you mad at me?" The Chinese exclaimed, pointing both hands at her chest, her indignation only growing.
"Okay, girls, enough." Sophia clapped her hands, trying to hold back a grin as she shook her head, signaling for them to stop bickering. "Let's not fight for petty shit."
"We're having fun!" Both Megan and Dani said almost simultaneously, their head snapping to Sophia's spot, enough for you to wince, thinking they got whiplash.
"Okay, okay." Sophia backtracked, holding both hands in defense, the corner of her lips turning down as she shrugs.
While all this chaos unraveled, you could only smile like an idiot, enjoying the bickering between your girlfriend and your friend, a couple giggles left your chest here and there, but you were quickly shut when the door bust opened.
Manon and Lara, who both went to the bathroom, probably losing track of time as they gossiped between them, barging through the door, both in a fit of giggles that made four pair of eyes fall on them almost instantly.
"Sorry." Manon said between her hysterical, static like laugh, holding a hand up as the other leans against the door, looking for balance.
"What's so funny?" Daniela said, placing both hands on her hips, head tilted and brows furrowed.
"Nothing, nothing." Lara managed to say once she gained control of her laugh, shaking her head in a 'You wouldn't understand' way.
"Oh come on!" Daniela protested, lips jutting out, hating to feel left out.
After a couple more seconds Manon was able to calm down, walking a few wobbly steps before flopping down on the couch, spreading her legs until they pushed Megan's, both arms on the back of the couch.
"Careful." Megan said.
"Sorry." Manon pushed her legs a little bit together, still man spreading, just enough for Megan to not complain.
Everybody sat in a comfortable silence for a while after that, letting the faint hum of the small fan Sophia carries on her purse—now in her hands—fill the room, footsteps and chatter coming from the hallway accompanying from time to time.
You nudged Megan rib with your elbow, looking at her with tired eyes and a smile that told her you were planning something. "Do you wanna go on a date?" You whispered, leaning closer to her until your breath hit that sensitive spot behind her ear, sending chills down her body, the back of your hand brushing the fabric of her shirt as your index played with the sewing of her neck. Your words were loud enough for her to hear, but somehow Manon was able to caught it, a cheesy grin plastering all over her face, gaining a side eye from Daniela.
"Yes!" The Chinese answered too quick, enthusiasm covering her words, her body jolting up as she straighten her back from excitement. "I mean—Uh—Yeah, sure." She slumped on the couch, her voice quiet, looking at the floor knowing the teasing that awaited for her.
"Damn." Lara was the first to jump in the train, eyes widening for a second, as if to say 'So excited, damn'. Then it was Manon, a wide grin on her lips as she nudged Megan's arm. "We get it, if Y/N asked me on a date I would also jump out of my seat." Somehow her smile managed to get bigger, looking like a kid who's having the time of their life.
You roll your eyes at all of this, taking her cold hands between yours before getting up from the couch, prompting for Megan to do as well. "Okay, we're gonna go before Megan turns into Dani's car." You winked at them before walking towards the door, a blushing Megan following your trail like a lost puppy, giving you a sweet smile once you looked back to check she was following.
It was when you reached for the door knob that the door was opened from the other side, a flushed Yoonchae, tired from rehearsal, standing on the other side as she comes back from her short walk to get fresh air.
"Hey, Chae." You wave your hand sympathetically before walking past her casually, Megan following behind after giving the Korean an apologetic smile.
"What happened?" Yoonchae asked, your footsteps vanishing along the hallway. She only received a wave of Lara's hand telling her not to worry.
"I told y'all. She's whipped." Manon talked once you were out of hearing, taking a deep breath before exhaling.
"What's whipped?" Yoonchae asked, brows knitting together in confusion, glancing at Lara who then proceeded to explain what the word meant, a curious Yoonchae nodding along every word.
"Oh, she's definitely whipped." Yoonchae had a victorious grin, proud of learning another word, mostly since she can use it to tease her friend.
That got a laugh out of the present in the room, a giggling Daniela patting the Korean's shoulder with excitement. "She's gonna use it for evil." She manages to say between chuckles, nodding as if giving her permission to do it, even if she could become a target.
"She'll sure do!" Manon says, a proud smile on her face, the same one a mother has when their kid put their bully on their place.
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Megan's phone was propped against the pile of her hoodie and Daniela's. The comments started to flow mere seconds after the live started. Everybody was excited to see the duo together, and despite being announced as a short live, Eyekons will take whatever if it meant seeing Meizini together.
Both of them were sitting on a couch, legs brushing together since the space was tight. Megan was slurping on some ramen out of frame while Daniela made sure the live was on.
"Holaaa, chat." Dani said, waving an excited hand to the camera, a wide grin on her face.
user01 ┆ helloooo
user02 ┆ can you pleasee say my name???
user03 ┆ MEIZINI
user04 ┆ my parents are finally doing a live tg
Megan snorted at the comment, off camera. She knew most of them were joking, but she found it ridiculous when people would usually ship her with the latina. She never understood why, all she could think of was the insane chemistry she had with you and how people didn't seem to notice, resourcing to ship her with the rest of the members, even when she thought your chemistry exceeded all of the chemistry she could have with other people.
Daniela looked at her, a knowing smile in her face since she read the same comment as the Chinese. The latina leaned closer to the phone, eyes squinting as she tried to read the fast paced comments that were going wild, happy that their favorite duo was together for once and all.
Megan cut the long string of ramen before leaning back on the couch, in frame, chewing on her food before taking a long sip of sprite. "Hey, Eyekons" She said, voice low and sultry, eyes flirting with the camera unintentionally.
"Girl," Daniela started, side eyeing the younger. "Don't be flirting with the Eyekons now."
"I'm not flirting!" Her back lifted from the couch back, instantly straightening up at the comment, indignation taking control over her face. "You know I only have ey—" She quickly closed her mouth when she realized the words that were coming out of it, slamming a hand over mouth before placing it over her forehead, shutting her eyes tight as she hisses, already imagining the scolding she would receive from her manager and HYBE.
user05 ┆ HELLO????
user06 ┆ WHO'S THSI ABOUT
user07 ┆ is it bout jonah???
user08 ┆ girl wym jonah?? this is yuri
"Yeah, we both know you only have eyes for your ramen, now lay back and stop flirting." Dani tried to save the conversation, but it was useless, Twitter was filled with hashtags, TikTok and Instagram was flooded with the clip, people speculating about who it was.
Some ranged about Jonah, others about Dani, but deep down, everybody knew about who this belonged to.
If the situation wasn't bad already, the knock on the door brought bad news. The duo was startled by the sudden sound, Dani rolled her eyes and placed a hand over her chest, murmuring curses, meanwhile, Megan sunk in the corner of the couch, shrinking as she expects for Sophia to come through the door and scold both of them for lacking PR training.
But instead of a frowning leader, the door opened to reveal you in a tight graphic tee that hugged your curves just about right, baggy jorts that ended below your knee, and worn sneakers that looked like they went through better moments.
It wasn't revealing nor provocative, but for Megan, seeing how your shirt stuck to your skin, accentuating your waist, it was enough to make her flustered, cheeks adapting a pink hue, burning along the tip of her ears, lips parting as a sigh escapes her before she could stop it.
user09 ┆ i feel like i shouldn't be seeing this...
user10 ┆ good luck megan, sophia has no mercy 😞🤞🏻
user11 ┆ girl that's not sophia
user12 ┆ IS RHSI THE EPRSON SHE WSA YALKING ABTU
user13 ┆ @user12 girl are you having a seizure?
Daniela, throughout all of this, was trying not to laugh or gag at the reaction Megan had. Her eyes quickly drifted to the comments, a smirk threatening to take above her lips, quickly straighting them in a line, eyes focusing on you again.
"Is this fit fire?" You asked, oblivious to the phone perched on the bunch of hoodies, twirling for them to get a better view of the outfit from various angles.
"I, uh—I—Ahem, I, uhmm." Megan tried but not a single coherent sentence was capable of reaching her brain, all she could do is try and show you how starstruck she was by forgetting how communication worked, which she succeeded, a wide grin spreading across your face as you see her try and talk.
user14 ┆ HELLOO THAT'S Y/N
user15 ┆ ariana what are u doing here??
user16 ┆ she's fumbling guys
user14 ┆ she's updating guys
That comment alone was enough to send Daniela in a fit of giggles, a confused Megan looking at her and blushing even further, instantly looking away and becoming invested in the pattern the floor had.
"What?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing as your smile started to fade.
It was then when the phone came to your peripheral view, a low 'Ohhh' leaving your lips as you try and suppress your own giggles, an embarrassed Megan pleading with her eyes for you to not make it worse.
You decide to have mercy on her and quickly turn around to avoid seeing Daniela laughing hysterically, which always causes you to burst in laughter, even when things aren't funny.
"I guess—I guess I'm gonna go put my jewelry on." You mutter, taking quick steps towards the door.
You hesitate for a moment, but you briefly turn around to say a loud, "Thanks for the input, Megan." This sentence alone has her slamming her head against one of the cushions once you leave the room.
Daniela's able to regain composure, her arms wrapped around her stomach as it hurts from so much laughing. She pats Megan on her shoulder, a new rush of giggles threatening to come out as she sees the whipped state of her friend.
"You're whipped, Megan." She obviously decides to comment on it, but the teasing is short, a wide eye Megan looking at the phone sideways, which causes Daniela to lose all need of laughter, widening her eyes herself as she bites her bottom lip. "We're fucked." She mutters before quickly ending the live.
Not even minutes after the live, social media was flooded with the entire live, which was obviously deleted, but Eyekons knew better since the M&M incident, screen recording lives in fear they'll delete them after one of the members messes it up.
Obviously Megan and Dani were both scolded by their manager and a very, very angry and livid leader, who took the decision, along with superiors, to ban their use of Weverse for a couple weeks, only letting them post things related to work, but nothing else.
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Your steps were light against the floor, a blanket wrapped around your body, eyes sleepy and disheveled hair. You looked like a zombie, you knew that even before Lara started laughing when she saw you.
"Hello, sleeping beauty." She said, lifting her leg to place her chin on her knee, wrapping her leg with her hands, her voice high pitched as she tries to suppress more giggles.
You lift your middle finger, rolling your eyes, which only makes Lara burst in a fit of giggles, a sleepy Daniela looking at her sideways, as if she was crazy.
"Great fit you got going one, N/N." Manon joined, pointing at you with her finger and a nod, holding her mug on her other hand.
"I just woke up, what do you expect?" Your voice is hoarse, words slurring with sleepiness. Frustration was taking a hold of your body. Everytime you woke up early your patience was in it's lowest, which caused you to snap several times to Lara, who loved to tease you every time you woke up.
"Sorry, sorry." Manon said holding her hand up, giving up. Lara though, she kept trying to bring you to the edge, but after you shot her a very deadly glance, she shut up, suddenly becoming engrossed in whatever her feed was offering.
After managing to get Lara quiet, you dragged your feet to the fridge, a lazy hand opening it.
Everybody in the house knew your love for juice. They always made sure to have it in their fridge since everytime you woke up you would go straight to the fridge to look for said drink. It was like comfort, the freshness and sweetness of it was something you became addicted to.
There was one time where Sophia didn't manage to buy the juice in time, which was a huge mistake. You refused to leave your room until the drink was in the fridge, cold and fresh. Your stubbornness in the early hours of the day was being a pain in the ass for the girls, so they instantly send Megan to go buy it, knowing she won't refuse when it comes to you, running down the street to get the juice as if you could die without it—which you kind of believe it's true.
So when your sharp gasp cut through the silence, Daniela hid behind a cushion, Lara freezed, pulling the 'If I don't move, she can't see me', and Manon, Manon was already texting Megan to get her girl before the house turned into stubbornness.
"I swear there was juice last night!" You exclaimed, letting the blanket fall, revealing you in only an oversized shirt that belonged to Megan—emphasis on the belonged—and some black lace panty.
"You wear that to sleep?" Lara pointed at your legs, eyebrows shooting up, a wicked smirk creeping into her lips. "Or did you do something?" Her words held the venom of teasing, which was about to make you crash out, but thankfully for Lara, Megan quickly ran down the stairs, making Manon wince, fearing she might fall.
"Wow. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lara said, brows now knitting in confusion, her accusatory finger shifting to point at Megan.
"Because there's no juice left!" She said too quickly, sliding on her socks until she reached the rack containing the shoes of all the members.
She grabbed the first pair she found, quickly crouching and shoving her foot inside it. "I think those are Sophia's." Daniela pointed out. "She won't notice." Megan replied, sliding the other foot inside.
When she got up, you came into view. You were looking like that one time where Megan was called whipped for staring at you too long, speechless since you were only carrying her oversized shirt and one of her boxers, cooking dinner in a way that felt illegal, beauty irradiating from your body.
She did exactly the same, she freezed, her mouth hanging open as the rest of the girls tried to hold their laughter, watching the gears in her head work.
"Are you gonna stand there or look for juice?" Your voice was sharp, mean even, but Megan didn't care, she quickly recomposed and walked towards you, landing a brief kiss on your lips.
"I'll be quick, I promise." She whispered to you before jogging to the door and disappearing behind it, the soft click of the door sending a quiet, tense silence in the room.
"Whipped." Manon said, taking a sip of her drink.
"So whipped." Daniela followed.
"Mega whipped." Lara finished.
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Tour was absolute chaos. The first stops were full of anxiety, the fear of messing up and being unable to satisfy the fans expectations. But now, halfway through the tour, everybody was more laid-back, a more playful and chaotic atmosphere taking after every show, the bus buzzing with excitement and banter.
Everybody got comfortable by now. Soundcheck was always full of playfulness. Shows felt effortless. Everybody was having a good time—but there was someone who was having way more fun, you.
At first anxious and an overthinker, now you felt at home, every show felt less tense as time passed by. The whole group was comfortable, to a point where screaming Beyonce more than 14 times didn't felt like a challenge.
As you became to felt easy on stage, you felt your confidence and boldness grow. At first it was flirting glances you'll throw at one of the members, your favorite victims being Sophia and Manon, who would fold immediately despite being the one to make people fold.
Megan wasn't so happy about this, but she knew that you only had eyes for her, so she let it slide. She trusted you and you trusted her, there was no reason to feel that stinging, venomous jealousy.
But she couldn't help but hope that you would look at her like that mid show. Her eyes would drift to you while dancing, she would be glued to your side in 'My way', hoping that you would give her a fleeting look. But you had something else planned for her, something Megan definitely wasn't ready for.
"You know what would be great?" Lara started, catching yours and Manon's attention.
"What?" Said the ghanaian woman without lifting her gaze from her phone.
"If Y/N and Megan did M.I.A's outro." After the words left her mouth, she leaned back on the couch, a smug smile on her face, feeling like she gave the most genius idea someone could come up with.
Manon snorted, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. "Megan can't even last five seconds without folding if Y/N did such as just giving her a look, Lara. You really think she's gonna survive the whole sexy, not at all subtle outro of M.I.A?" She did a squirrel like sound, pulling the corner of her lips to the side, giving her friend a disappointed look.
"Y'all treat Megan as if she's a puppy." You intervine before Lara could even make a sound of laughter. "I feel she would know what to do."
"Y/N, baby, I love you, but remember that Megan can't even see you with a shirt and boxers without folding like origami, she'll obviously fold the minute you bend over." Manon explained, her voice sweet, as if talking to a baby, which made you roll your eyes and flop back on your chair, stealing a giggle from Lara.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with that." Lara chirped in. "I just think it would be fun seeing her fight for composure while you're bending over in front of her face."
"You guys just want to see her suffer."
"You say guys but I'm actually with you, Y/N." Manon defended herself, lifting both hands up, absolving herself from any guilt.
"Come on, N/N, just this time, please?" She leaned closer, enough to grab the armrest of your chair and pulling you closer to her, giving you her best puppy eyes, lips jutting out in a pout you couldn't refuse.
You sigh. "Fine, just this time."
And that's how you ended up here, M.I.A blasting from the speakers, a wild crowd that's oblivious to the change in outro, already chanting and screaming for Manon and Lara.
You felt the music thumping in your chest, your throat was dry and you could say you felt nervous again after thinking you left that behind in the first shows. Either way, you force yourself to shove any anxious thoughts aside as the outro was getting closer, positioning yourself before your voice filled the place, gasp and screams accompanying you.
"What the fuck."
"Hello?!"
"Manon get out we want Y/N now."
You couldn’t help but overhear snippets of what the people was saying. The words you caught were just enough to spark a sense of courage within you, igniting a fire that urged you to take action. With a deep breath, you turned towards Megan, who was already positioned right behind where Manon and Lara were supposed to be.
You reached out and took hold of Megan's arm, guiding her gently but firmly toward the center of the stage. The warmth of her skin under your fingers sent a jolt of clarity through you. As you nudged her forward, you could see the transformation in her eyes; they shimmered with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
Megan’s knees buckled ever so slightly as she found her footing. Her lips parted in an expression of surprise and excitement. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and you could almost read her thoughts racing.
Manon and Lara were already smiling like proud mom's seeing their kid interact in the playground, the difference being you weren't a kid and this wasn't a playground, this was a nerve-wracking moment for both you and Megan, who still didn't know what was happening.
"Bend over." Manon mouthed when you caught her staring.
And you did. Slowly, while singing the lyrics, you held Megan's hand on yours, bending over, your ass pressing to her crotch, placing her hand on your waist.
Megan's eyes jolted out their sockets at the action, looking at the crowd as if they held the answer then to her friends, who were trying to hold back their laughter, even the leader, who was visibly frustrated at Manon and Lara for not telling her the change in the choreography, even if the slightest.
When you pressed yourself closer to her core, she suddenly was aware of where she was, and her hands were quick to grab your hips, a wicked smile on her face, enjoying this way too much for someone who's heart was close to competing in F1 by how fast it was racing.
Looking over your shoulder, you wink at her, which makes her lose her composure for a brief moment before she subtly—not really—thrusted her hips into you, and now it was your moment to be surprised, a gasp leaving your chest as you kept eye contact with her.
Manon and Lara were proudly smiling at the situation, looking at each other with knowing glances and a hint of surprise at Megan's actions, fully believing she would fold, proven wrong by the way her hips were smoothly thrusting into you.
But Megan's boldness was about to crumble.
You turned around to face her, your hand going behind her neck, playing with the baby hairs, pulling her closer to you until your chest brushed hers. Your eyes were the definition of flirting, they were sleepy, no emotion behind them, only the need to make Megan fold.
You slowly sunk the floor, bringing Megan down with you, who, at this point, was hypnotized by your eyes, by the way you bit your bottom lip and looked at her like she was the most desirable person ever. You leaned closer, hinting at a kiss, Megan leaned in, only to see you lean back, a proud smile on your face. Her eyes went slightly wide, eyebrows shooting up, lips parted. She was confused and flustered, fidgeting as she looked around the place, knowing she was folding quicker than she thought.
But before she could truly look away, your index found her chin, tapping on it lightly, making her quickly look at you, her eyes glossy with desire, chest rising up and down, breathing heavily, sweat sticking to her forehead and body.
She looked perfect, and for a moment, you thought about kissing her, but before you could, the music ended, leaving you both kneeling on the rough floor of the stage, looking at each other's soul, a whipped Megan trying to get away from the spot as soon as possible before it's obvious her heart is going faster then it should.
Thankfully, the lights turned off, leaving a flustered Megan on the floor as the rest of the members moved to their pre established positions for the next song, brought to reality when you poked her with your microphone.
"Come on, let's go." You whispered, extending your hand for her.
She blinked once, twice, before snapping her head towards you, quickly getting up, oblivious to your extended hand. "I, uh..." She looked around before making eye contact with you once again. "You're so beautiful." She muttered, but you caught it, a wide grin spreading across your lips.
"Girls, come on!" Sophia hissed, grabbing your arms firmly, dragging you to position before you could protest.
You looked one last time at Megan, who was already looking at you. You blew her a kiss, to which you could see her blush, even in the dim light. She moved fast and caught the kiss, placing it in her heart, causing your chest to tighten at the tenderness.
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꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ❫ pairing. sophia laforteza x 7th member f! reader ✴︎ smut / fluff ── sophia tries really hard to focus, but the group's new addition keeps stealing her attention. disclaimers. dom!s, oral ( r! receiving ), semi-publc sex wc. 4,2k notes. it took me a long time to finish this omg im finally free 😭 sorry if it doesn't make sense btw
Sophia knew better than this—better than to let her emotions betray her so openly. Her gaze was fixed intently on your figure, her eyes following the way your body swayed gracefully through the choreography.
You were the latest addition to the group, having come on board just a few weeks ago as the seventh member. Although the other girls had welcomed you with open arms, you still carried the fresh and somewhat daunting title of “newcomer.”
The girls made it their mission to ensure you never felt left out. They invited you to go out with them. After rehearsals, they stuck around, dedicating their time to help you grasp the choreographies—or even simpler things as sharing a room with Manon and Dani, with who you really clicked since the beginning.
Megan and Lara played their parts too. Even though you weren’t exceptionally close yet, they went out of their way to lend a hand when you needed help.
And then there was Yoonchae—a soft-spoken but calm and fresh presence. She was quiet at first, but over time she became the clingiest with you. She loved to keep you company on the days you stayed after hours, when you were pushing your body to exhaustion—a bad habit you couldn't quit—or playing Roblox during breaks.
There was one member of the group, however, with whom you had yet to know—Sophia. She remained an enigma. Whenever you approached her, hoping to strike up a conversation, she'd slip away with excuses or respond with dry answers.
You started to wonder what could possibly be the reason behind her cool demeanor. Was it a matter of trust? Did she feel the need to observe you from a distance before deciding if you were worthy of her time? Or was the pressure of having a newcomer shake up the dynamics of this carefully balanced group too much for her? For now, you push those thoughts aside. After all, you had your own challenges to tackle, and dwelling on Sophia’s aloofness wouldn’t help you master the choreography or strengthen your place in the group.
The studio air was heavy, thick with determination, as tiny beads of sweat trickled down your temples. Your throat felt parched, and your hair, once neatly styled, was now slightly frayed from the hours of relentless dancing. As you stole a quick glance at the mirror, you could spot Manon quietly but hysterically laughing while Dani looks offended, confused as to why the ghanaian woman was laughing at something she shared.
Meanwhile, Yoonchae was engrossed in her phone, occasionally sneaking glances at you as you practiced, a gentle smile creeping onto her lips each time your eyes met. You noted the telltale signs of fatigue pulling at the corners of her eyes, her lashes fluttering slowly as she tried to remain absorbed in her phone.
Right beside her, Sophia seemed to be caught in an internal conflict. Clearly roped into Yoonchae’s plans to keep her company, she looked less than enthusiastic about it. Instead of tapping away on her phone or engaging with her best friend, Sophia's intense eyes were glued to you, scrutinizing every twist and turn with a focused intensity that felt almost predatory. It sent a shiver down your spine, the sensation of being watched so critically.
By the time rehearsal concluded a couple of hours later, Megan and Lara had already made their plans and left with laughter echoing behind them, leaving you with the comfortable company of Manon and Dani. They decided to stay as long as you did, evidently preferring your company to heading out without you.
Yoonchae took her leave, only to return moments later, determined to bring Sophia back with her—who had apparently slipped away as soon as practice wrapped up, almost as though fleeing from something—or someone.
Sophia was never one to have rough days during practice—or at least that's what the other girls say. But since you showed up, she seems more... distracted. Something's clearly bothering her to the point where she zones out in the middle of rehearsals. She's been tripping and forgetting the choreography as soon as she steps into the room.
It’s puzzling for both the group and the managers. Sophia has always pushed herself during practice; as the leader, she wanted to impress you and keep you motivated. Now, it feels like she's doing the exact opposite. Her change in behavior started right when you arrived, and you can’t shake the feeling that maybe you're the cause of it.
"What’s on your mind?" Yoonchae asked over the music, grabbing the attention of Manon and Dani.
"Just... zoning out," you replied with a light laugh, almost as if you were chuckling at your own thoughts.
Yoonchae shot you a suspicious look before reluctantly focusing back on her phone. The room fell silent for a few moments after the music turned off, giving you a chance to catch Sophia staring at you unapologetically, not even looking away when you noticed.
Her eyes were locked on yours, creating an intense connection that sent shivers down your spine. You started to see past what you imagined was judgment in her gaze; instead, you sensed a flicker of desire, something that contradicted your assumption of annoyance.
The instrumental was blasting from the speakers, but you only registered it after Dani asked loudly, "You okay, babes?" There was real concern in her voice. You responded with a thumbs-up, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
Taking a deep breath, you began moving to the music, letting your hips sway rhythmically like ocean waves.
You heard heavy footsteps behind you and a blurred figure passing in the mirror, but you were too wrapped up in dancing to pay attention.
When the music suddenly cut off, you turned toward your phone connected to the speakers, puzzled, but more so when you saw Sophia standing by it, watching you with furrowed brows.
"I need to talk to you," she said firmly, nodding in your direction without any emotion.
Her gaze was intimidating, but you knew better than to refuse her. This might be the chance you were waiting for to finally have a conversation and find out what’s on her mind.
"Sure," you managed to whisper, stuffing your hands into your pockets, feeling dazed and worn out from all the dancing.
You moved carefully while Sophia strode confidently, clearly knowing where she was going, her body language showing no signs of worry. For the first time, you felt small under her presence, bracing for what was to come.
Your thoughts briefly wandered to the graceful movement of her hips, how captivating they were, until she stopped abruptly in front of a door labeled ‘studio.’
She swung the door open, letting a rush of cool air greet you, the scent of foam and the overall atmosphere pulling you in. You both stepped inside, taking a moment to survey the smaller space compared to your usual studio.
Sophia locked the door behind you, the click echoing in the room and causing you to second-guess if this was a smart move. Why would she lock it?
"For privacy," she quickly reassured you, and although still unsure, you shrugged off your doubts and continued exploring the room.
Your attention was momentarily caught by the guitars hanging on the walls before shifting to the audio monitors, your fingers lightly brushing against the buttons.
Sophia clears her throat, cutting right into your thoughts. You quickly plop down onto the office chair, almost as if you’re worried she might take it from you. You swear you catch a glimpse of a brief smile on her face. It doesn't light up her eyes, but it’s the only moment when you finally let yourself relax a bit.
Standing before you with her arms crossed, her gaze is locked onto yours. An awkward tension starts to build in the air as your breathing grows a little uneven while you wait for her to say something. But she doesn’t, which only makes the silence feel more uncomfortable.
“So…” You break the silence, your voice trailing off. “What did you want to talk about?” you add softly.
That's when you notice a different side of Sophia. A tired sigh escapes her, and you see her body soften; her shoulders drop, and her expressions turn more gentle. She seems to be on the brink of something important, like there’s something heavy weighing down her chest that she needs to express before it’s too late and regrets creep in.
She glances around the room as if she’s searching for a place to sit, and although you'd be eager to offer her the chair, you're too anxious to move. After a moment of searching, she lets out another sigh, her demeanor shifting to a more vulnerable and uneasy state, like there’s something itching at her that she can’t quite reach.
“I—I’m not sure where to start,” she finally says, her dry voice laced with emotion, as if she’s ready to unload the things she’s kept bottled up. “I…” She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” she finally continues. Your puzzled expression brings a small smile to her lips. “I’m sorry for avoiding you. Honestly, I don’t even know why I did it; it’s just not me,” she explains quickly, answering your unvoiced questions.
She seems conflicted, as if this isn’t quite what she meant to say. But before you can voice your curiosity, she jumps in again, raising her hand to pause you.
“You know,” she begins, pausing for a moment as she chews on her lips, likely reconsidering her thoughts. After swallowing hard, she carries on. “When you walked in... I felt something.”
You furrow your brows, confusion washing over you, which visibly unsettles her and triggers a disappointed sigh.
“I know it sounds silly, but… it was like when your heart beats faster and you feel like there are ants crawling all over you,” she elaborates. “Have you ever felt that?” The question catches you off guard for a second.
You take a moment to reflect on it before hesitantly saying, “Yes.” The response leaves a bitter taste; you realize the person who makes you feel that way is right there, confessing her feelings, which probably lean toward you.
You can almost see her shoulders relax at your response, as though she was bracing herself for a disagreement about what she just told you.
“At first, I thought it was… uncomfortable. It felt like the kind of attraction you have for guys when you like them.” You start to see where this conversation is headed, and an uncomfortable tension settles in as you stiffen in your spot.
But Sophia seems unaware, pressing on with her thoughts.
"I've never really been into women." She leans back against the desk, her fingers clutching the edge as she braces herself for what's coming next.
"But I suppose I like you?" she finally admits, her posture tightening as she waits for your response, her gaze fixed on the floor, shifting her feet nervously.
You take a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts, but the words seem to spill out before you can process them. Just when you’re about to respond, she jumps in again.
"It's totally fine if you don't feel the same way!" she quickly interjects, leaving your words caught in your throat.
For the very first time, you’re left utterly speechless. Everything around you feels like it's speeding up, and your mind is swirling.
You don’t respond immediately because you’re just not sure how to. Is this what attraction feels like? It’s all so confusing, and it’s throwing your logic right out the window.
Noticing your silence, Sophia grows tense. She quickly apologizes and starts to move toward the door. Just as she’s about to pull it open, you jump in, unable to hold back any longer.
"I like you." The words spill out before you even realize it. You’re not quite sure why you felt the urge to say it so quickly, but seeing her relax a bit makes you feel glad you did.
You could almost see the stress lift from her shoulders as relief washed over her. Her hand grazed the door handle, hanging there a moment as if she were gathering herself. After a few deep breaths, she shifted to face you, drawing closer.
Her steps were confident, and a sense of nervousness crept in as you wondered what she was planning. When she stood directly in front of you, her hands landed on the armrest of the chair, eyes locked onto you.
Then, her cool hand brushed your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine, her thumb softly tracing the skin beneath it. She leaned in closer—your breath caught in your throat as your lips hovered near each other, the tip of your nose touching hers.
“Is this okay?” she asked gently, her gaze steady yet tinged with vulnerability.
Nodding slowly, your body moved instinctively, giving her the go-ahead to continue.
A buzz of anticipation electrified the air between you, making you eager to see what would come next.
Sophia tilted her head slightly, holding your gaze for a moment before closing her eyes and crashing her lips onto yours. She tasted sweet. Her lips fitted perfectly. Her tongue grazes your bottom lip and it makes you moan, the sound muffled by her lips roughly meeting yours.
Her hands clung to your shirt, fiercely tugging the fabric, demanding something from you.
Your hand creeped up her hoodie, tugging the fabric, urging her to take it out the way, legs embracing her waist, pushing her closer to you, your core easily in contact with hers, the warmth spreading beyond the fabric.
Her hands roam along your curves, gliding along your body, tracing the contours of your thighs, memorizing the path she's taking. Goosebumps erupted across your skin from her delicate touch, each graze eliciting a sigh of pleasure.
For a fleeting moment, the world around you faded away; there's no background noise anymore, just the two of you enveloped in the darkness your closed eyes provide. You felt her hand venture lower, hesitating just above your arousal, prompting you to break the kiss to protest.
“Hush…” she whispered, her finger pressing against your swollen lips to quiet you. You could almost feel your knees buckle beneath you, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
She swallowed hard, the finger that rested on top of your wet lips slowly made their inside your mouth, the pad of her finger exploring the surface of your tongue, wetness enveloping her skin, eyes focused on the way your parted lips let her in without complain.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, every breath felt labored as the dim orange light wrapped around you, soothing your muscles.
You found yourself yearning for her touch, instinctively anticipating her hands as you longed for her to caress every inch of you, just as the tenderness in her eyes promised.
Then her hands found your chest.
She softly caresses the curves of your breast, her thumb gliding in slow, teasing circles over your erect nipple, which presses eagerly against the fabric of your shirt. When her hands glide away, they leave behind a lingering, tingling warmth on your sensitive buds.
As her fingers trail further down your body, you can’t help but suck in a sharp breath when she suddenly brushes against your clothed cunt, making you self conscious of the wetness pooling in there, of how your core was reacting to her touch with such intensity.
Your body responds effortlessly, bucking your hips in an instinctive motion. Your reaction does not go unnoticed by Sophia, who lets out a soft, dreamy sigh that echoes in the room. With a gentle touch, she cups your pussy, her hands moving with a grace that feels both tender and rough. As her hand wanders, she makes sure you feel the pressure slowly building, every feather like touch making you squirm due to the sensitivity of your bud.
"Please." The word escapes your lips in a soft, broken moan, a sound heavy with longing that pierces trough the silent room. The air crackles as the rhythm of her movements ceases, your breath hitching in your throat. In that suspended moment, your gaze meets Sophia's wide, glimmering eyes, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.
"Say it again," she whispers, her voice low and sultry, reverberating like a sweet siren song that draws you in deeper. It's quiet, but you hear it, your body responding to her command, the heat rising, pooling and spreading as you obediently respond to her.
"Please."
It only took one word for all hell to break loose.
As her fingers curled around the waistband of your pants, there was a deliberate intensity in her movements, a fierce determination as she pulled the fabric down—a wet patch on your panties becoming undeniably visible.
A fleeting smile graced her lips as she caught sight of how truly soaked you were, the fabric of your panties clinging to your folds, accentuating just how much you wanted her.
Beneath the soft, dim glow of the studio lights, her eyes sparkled with hunger. The lust in her gaze was palpable, blinding her thoughts, leaving only the echo of your name.
She collapsed to her knees in an instant, a resounding thud echoing through the room, momentarily lost amidst the chaos of heavy breathing and fabric rustling.
With a slight hesitance, she began to pull down your panties. They slipped down your legs and pooled around your ankles, exposing your core to her gaze. The air was thick with anticipation as the warm heat of embarrassment washed over you, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You instinctively raised your hands to cover your face, desperate to shield yourself from the intensity of the moment.
"Don’t," she commanded softly, her voice low and firm, yet laced with tenderness. She was quick to grasp your wrist, her touch gentle yet assured, as she guided your hand downward.
"I love how wet I can get you," she confessed with a casual ease, a proud smile spreading across her lips as she reveled in the effect she had on you.
You locked eyes with her, shyness enveloping you, as a warm flush spread across your face, painting your cheeks a shade of rosy pink.
As you reluctantly placed your hand back on the armrest, feeling its cool surface contrast against the heat radiating from your skin, she trailed her fingers to your clit, adding a pressure that was slowly building, her digits becoming slick with your arousal the more she pressed.
A moan escaped your lips unexpectedly, a sound you tried to stifle, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as the sudden rush of pleasure washed over you. The reality of your surroundings struck you like a cool wave; you were in a public space, and the thrill of being caught excited you.
In that moment of conflict, the thought struck you like bold of lighting: the group you were supposed to be with was still waiting, their laughter and chatter just a few feet away. Yet, those rational thoughts were quickly drowned as you felt the warmth of her touch intensifying on your clit.
It was then that Sophia's mouth found its way along your sensitive folds, her breath hot against your skin as she indulged in your sweetness. She paused right at your clit, her tongue swirling around the pulsating bud of nerves, each flick sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. It was as if she was savoring every moment, every taste, and you could feel her thirst for you.
Initially, she hesitated, a hint of uncertainty evident in her careful approach and inexperienced flicks of her tongue. But as your gentle whimpers reached her ears, a newfound confidence surged through her, her touch became more deliberate.
You clutched the armrest tightly, your knuckles turning white, as your head leaned back against the chair in blissful surrender. Soft moans escaped your lips—just enough volume to reassure Sophia that she was doing a good job.
With growing eagerness, Sophia leaned in closer, her face nestled between your thighs. Her movements turned bolder, and her hands gripped your legs firmly, her thumbs tenderly caressing the innermost parts, ensuring you remained open and available for her mouth to work.
At that moment, you could feel your thighs tightening, your stomach clenching, and every muscle in your body coiling with tension. Sophia continued to suck on your clit, her lips and chin glistening with your juices. You were nearing the edge, and the sounds escaping your lips confirmed it; Sophia was aware, maintaining her rhythm that was slowly driving you insane.
You found yourself grasping her hair, gently tugging at the roots. Your legs began to tremble, and it was only a matter of time before your body erupted in spasms from the overwhelming pleasure. Sophia beamed with pride, a wide grin tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed breathlessly, the word escaping your lips as you came undone. Your fingers tightened their grip on her hair. You could feel your heart racing, each beat resonating in your chest like a frantic drum, while your breathing grew heavier, each inhalation and exhalation a labor in its own right.
“Fuck…” Sophia murmured, her voice laced with awe as she took in the sight before her. Her gaze danced across your trembling legs, noting the way they twitched involuntarily as the aftershocks of your release rippled through your body. A layer of sweat glistened on your skin.
Just as the silence thickened between you, a knock echoed sharply against the door, slicing through your bubble. A very familiar voice called out from the other side, brimming with irritation.
“You aren’t fucking in there, right?” Manon’s voice rang out, a bit too loud for the contained space, causing a few curious onlookers to glance over in surprise, their interest piqued by the commotion.
“You don’t need to yell it!” Daniela scolded sharply, her tone a mixture of feigned annoyance and genuine concern. She delivered a light blow to the forearm of the Ghanaian woman, who flinched slightly, rubbing the spot where Dani had playfully hit her.
“Ouch.” Manon muttered.
The ambiance outside was a stark contrast to the heavy silence in the room, where you and Sophia remained quietly locked in each other’s gaze. Both of you wore wide-eyed expressions, a smile teasing at the corners of your mouths, each little flicker in your eyes struggling to stifle a fit of giggles that threatened to escape at any moment.
With a sudden burst of energy, Sophia sprang to her feet, her body still clothed, a reminder of the world outside. She crouched down, eyes darting around for your scattered clothes, her fingers fumbling momentarily before landing on your pants. With a gentle but eager gesture, she handed the clothes to you, her expression a mixture of urgency and lingering amusement, as if she wanted to keep the moment suspended even as reality beckoned beyond the door.
"Come on, hurry!" she hissed urgently, tugging at the fabric of your pants that hung from her slender fingers. The sense of urgency in her voice jolted you from your dazed state, and you quickly slipped your legs into your pants.
"Guys?" Dani’s voice finally broke through the tension once more, sharp and demanding as she knocked on the door with a growing sense of impatience.
"We're here!" Sophia chimed in quickly. She maneuvered with a purpose, smoothing down your hair and wiping away the beads of sweat that clung stubbornly to your forehead.
"Oh thank God," Manon sighed deeply, a heavy breath escaping her lips as relief oozed from her tone.
"Can you guys please hurry up? We’re leaving soon, and we really don’t want you stuck in this building at night." Dani’s voice cut through the air, tinged now with frustration and a hint of impatience, the concern that had once been in her words dissipating as she reassured herself of your safety.
Sophia finished her retouching, taking a moment to cup your face delicately in her hands. Her soft gaze met yours, she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours in a brief kiss that left you momentarily speechless.
"We'll talk later, okay?" she whispered softly, her thumbs grazing your skin tenderly before she pulled away, moving toward the door.
"Come on," she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of urgency and warmth, and you felt yourself regaining your composure as you stepped closer to the door, the thrill of the moment still pulsating in your chest.
"Finally!" Manon exclaimed dramatically, sliding her arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close. "Can we leave now?" There was a impatient edge to her voice, clearly eager to break free from the confines of the building.
Dani, situated near the entrance, was engrossed in her phone but looked up just in time to catch Manon’s comment. A playful smile danced across her lips as she shot you a glance that held a hint of mischief, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken understanding of the situation.
Yoonchae was perched casually on a nearby bench. As soon as the door swung open, she looked up, quickly absorbing the scene before her. With a deliberate slowness, she approached, her eyes narrowing as they studied your face intently, a knowing smile creeping across her lips.
Oh, they weren't going to let you see the end of this.
the room was partly quiet, everybody was on their phones or going in and out of the room in search of protein bars and more water. you were sitting cross legged next to dani, who's head was resting on top of your shoulder, her curls briefly tickling your neck.
a faint smile paints on your lips when you look up to see the reflection, noticing a small pout on her lips and her eyelids threatening to close.
"you tired?" you ask in a quiet voice, although the emptiness of the room makes the words sound louder.
"yes, thanks for asking." says megan, who's sitting next to you, placing her head on top of your shoulder, mimicking dani's position, a mocking smile tugging at her lips.
"i wasn't asking you." you roll your eyes yet the smile on your lips grows slowly.
"okay, rude!" megan quickly takes her head off your shoulder as if you were sick, going back to holding her knee to her chest and scrolled through a brain rotted for you page.
ignoring megan, you go back to checking in your girlfriend, who's now smiling at your little bickering with the chinese girl.
"i am a bit tired." she answers, and the way she slurrs the words proves it.
her tired eyes has your heart melting, a sight that makes you sigh and feel somehow lucky. because is those moments where the idea of loving someone takes a less scary path, where the simple things are appreciated.
without thinking twice you pat your lap, offering a space for her head to lay more comfortably as she rests, even if for five minutes.
"sleep a little bit. we still have more to go and i don't want you falling asleep mid rehearsal." you tease playfully, patting once again your lap. dani just rolls her eyes annoyed, but the smile on her lips only widens at the words, reluctantly shifting in her place to lay comfortably in the place you offered.
"you guys give me diabetes." manon says from across the room, looking at you from above her phone, feigning disgust.
"did you guys know i have prediabetes?" megan jumps in, excited to drop a random fact about her, but it the excitement extinguishes once everybody responds with a groaning 'yes'.
"everybody knows that, megan." daniela murmurs, her eyes already closed, head resting on your lap, breath already slowing as she feel the sleep get to her.
"okay, fuck you." megan rolls her eyes, lifting her middle finger despite the fact that dani can't see it.
"fuck you." dani fires back, eyes still closed, body language calm as ever.
"okay." sophia drags the word, voice firm and loud enough for them to stop. manon and lara laugh, while yoonchae only smiles, the sight to entertain for her.
"go back to sleep." you mutter, hand slowly and faintly scratching her head, your other hand inside her shirt, resting on her bare stomach.
lara and manon eyes you, lifting an eyebrow. "you know yoonchae's here." manon says, nodding towards your innocent hand resting on the skin of you girlfriend.
"oh my god," you groan as your head hits the wall behind you. "can y'all let her sleep?"
"yeah, shut up guys." dani adds, a faint teasing smile on her lips. she turns around, facing your stomach. "how much time do i have?" she asks, opening one eye to see you, and the simple sight of you makes her blush.
the way you're looking down at her completely enamored, it has her heart racing.
"about ten i think?" you check your phone and nod, confirming her the minutes she has left.
"okay." she sighs. the room is now quiet, the girls went back to their phones, only the faint laugh of manon and lara rumbles across the room, but it's quiet enough for dani to fall asleep.
a/n. okay i know this is trash but i had this idea and wanted to write it down. might do a longer and better produced version when motivation hits again :) anyway this ain't proofread so im sorry for the mistakes :|
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 ❫ pairing. manon bannerman x fem! reader ✴︎ smut ── manon gets jealous, so you gotta remind her shell always be your number one priority at any time. / disclaimers. sub!m, gp!m, riding, reader is called mommy once, porn with no plot, degradation, rushed sorry ☹️. wc. 1,5k notes. proper fic soon 🤞🏻
The dim lights of the room gave the situation a more serious air. The window was open, a soft, cool breeze grazing your skin, the building lights keeping the night from giving its full potential.
You straddle her lap with ease, you hand caressing the sharp line of her jaw, fingertips grazing the skin beneath cautiously, as if a rough touch would break her.
Manon's breath audibly hitched, bottom lip now trapped between her teeth, the metal flavor of her own blood flooding her taste buds. Her hands went flying to your waist, grasping the fabric of your shirt, wanting to stop the teasing.
"What?" you ask her, the smug smile plastered on your face and that false innocence in your voice made her legs grow weak. Fortunately, she wasn't standing.
"Please..." Her voice came out strained, holding back whimpers as your clothed core grinds against the growing bulge in her pants.
You grin. A wicked grin that has Manon shivering as she knows you won't stop until she confesses. Until she recognizes that jealousy had her in a tight grip before dragging you back to the hotel, free of flirty glances and boring pickup lines.
The clock hanging in the wall ticks, only adding more tension, Manon's pride too big to admit she felt a bit insecure when men would try and get your attention.
"F-fine! Fine." She starts, you raise an eyebrow, waiting for her words. "I was jealous." She mutters under her breath, you heard it, but playing dumb won't hurt no one, right?
"I can't hear you." You sing song, the power in your hands too tempting to not abuse. "Louder, baby."
"I was jealous." She raises her voice, still quiet, but enough to satisfy you.
The quiet in the room is interrupted by the juggling of her belt as you fiercely undo it. You throw it somewhere in the room, the metal clinking with the floor, an uncomfortable sound forgotten in the heat of the moment.
After getting rid of her belt, you hook your fingers to the waistband of her jeans, raising your chin up, a command for more words to spill out your lovers mouth. You wait, and your hungry eyes are enough to have her saying what you already expected in seconds.
"Please, mommy." You smile. Oh, that so wicked smile that has Manon's insides squeezing together, that has the void in her chest full of flames, heat raising to her cheeks, body burning with passion and anticipation.
You take the zip in your hands and pull it down, in the span of thirty seconds her pants are discarded next to her belt, forgotten against the rug on the floor.
"You'll always have my attention." Your breath hits the behind of her ear, sending goosebumps all over her body, hands tightening their grip on your waist, the thought of the bruises she'll leave on your skin making your body shudder.
Manon can barely restrain the pathetic whimper aching to scape, body stiffening as she feels your hand roaming across the fabric of her boxers, palms pressing down once you find the curve of her length. You're able to feel every throb, every twitch, the heat emanating from it clouding your brain. She's hard and leaking, pre-cum trespassing the cotton of her boxers and into your fingers.
She squirms slightly under your touch, but a stern glance from you has her locked in place once again, body slightly trembling as she awaits for your next movements, for the feelings that will flood her body because of you.
Your simple touch drives her crazy. It doesn't matter where or how, it's all about you. You have her wrapped around your finger and you don't doubt to use that to your favor when the situation requires it.
Palming her cock, you tug her boxers down until they're wrapped around her ankles. Her cock springs free, slapping against her stomach and leaving a wet spot on her abs, stripes of pre-cum sliding down her length.
You can't help but stare at her shaft hypnotized. The head of her cock pulsing, flushed and pink, a contrast to the dark tone of her skin. Her length heavy and thick. Pre-cum oozes out the slit and your mouth waters knowing you'll taste the salty liquid in your tongue soon.
Her hands relax next to you, waist free of their grasp, but your thighs are their next victim as you wrap your hand around her length and squeeze before sliding up and down.
The pre-cum gathers at the tip and falls into the base, her cock getting wetter the more you continue. You can feel the stickiness of her fluids on your hand as you go up and down on her, making sure to put pressure once you reach the flushed tip of her cock.
The moans she tried so hard to suppress start to slip through her lips. Pathetic whimpers loud in the quiet room along the lewd sounds of her cock being pampered.
"F-fuck..." The word slips easily, her strength to repress them vanishing the more you work her up, her cock now hard as a rock against the softness of your palm.
Her veins twitch, and you feel it. Her cock hardens, and you feel it. Every detail her cock provides, you feel it. Your mind is inevitably clouded by the heat, and your movement are a reflection of it, as they become erratic and quiet desperates.
But Manon can't seem to notice, herself being high on the pleasure your giving her, on the way your hand move up and down her shaft, how your free one cups her balls full of sperm and massage them momentarily.
Her desperate pants bring you back to reality. You can feel her thighs tensing and her abdomen contracting, a glitter in her eyes as she readies herself to cum. But you deny her the satisfaction, pulling your hand away before the wave of pleasure crashes her body.
"Wait—" She's about to speak further, but the warm liquid spreading through the head of her cock makes her stop dead in her tracks.
You grind your bare pussy on her length, teasing your clit with the tip and wetting her shaft with your slicks. Your hand is on her shoulder as the other one works with the base of her dick, teasing your hole, the slight pressure enough to send electrifying waves down Manon's body.
"Baby... Please— Please, don't tease." She cries out, a broken whimper that makes you smile in victory as you have her eating from the palm of your hand, like a good puppy loyal to their owner.
Seeing her broken, desperate for you, satisfies you enough to let yourself be impaled by her cock, the thickness stretching you open in a stinging, but pleasuring way.
You sink down and clench around her, your pussy sucking her in, luring her in like a siren to a foolish human. Your grip is tight around her flesh, clenching several times just to hear her sweet whimpers, her hands grasping your arms, a failed intent to stop you from teasing.
You let yourself adjust to her size before moving, a slow, torturing roll of your hips that has Manon screaming internally.
She moans loudly now, losing all shame, pride on the floor as she can't help but let herself be vocal about how good you're making her feel.
"You're lucky." You whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe softly, teeth dragging against the skin before letting go. "You're the only one that'll ever see me like this."
A sharp gasp cuts through the air. You lift your hips before slamming down her cock. Manon closes her eyes and grips your forearm tighter, afraid you might go if she let go.
Her hips jerk upward, and you can't help but chuckle lightly at how broken she is. Pathetic, you think.
The pace of your hips increases, and it doesn't take a genius to know Manon is close to her own release. You'd dragged it out, but the way your abdomen tenses and your pussy clenches around her length, you know you're close to.
The clock ticks and you get closer, but what makes the wave crash is the way Manon whimpers your name, how she cries out for you, her eyes glossy, blinded by lust, sweat on her body making her glisten in the dim lights of the room.
You can't help but come undone with her inside you, your orgasm makes you tremble and shudder intensely, shock waves colliding against your body, a weight lifted off your shoulders.
It's seconds after you come that you feel the warm, sticky fluid running down the inside of your thigh, making its way down with ease.
Her cock softened, making it easy for you to slide her out, cum now oozing out your whole, a sight that makes her sigh, a breathy, light chuckle following after.
"We forgot the condom." She whispers, a smug smile on her face, but behind her eyes you can see she's worried that maybe you didn't want it to happen this way.
But before any doubts can creep any further, you smash your lips against hers, initiating a heated make out session before replying, a soft whisper. "You're the only one that ever came inside me."
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 ❫ pairing. megan skiendiel x bannerman!reader based on comfort me by malcolm todd ✷ fluff ── being manon's younger sister means your off limits for all her friends, but megan doesn't care, she's whipped, and you might be too. disclaimers. none pure fluff. / wc. 1,6k notes. thanks to the anon who send me a bunch of ideas, i love you so much!!
Manon had her arm around your shoulders as you passed under the threshold of the door and into the dance studio. Pressing your body close to her, she makes sure to let the others—although it may be for someone specific—know you're not their friend but her sister, someone off-limits.
"Little Bannerman!" Sophia exclaims when she sees you enter the room, your sister's protective arm tensing around your shoulders at the nickname.
Manon can't help but glare coldly at Sophia. You nudge her ribcage, making her look at you, mouthing a tiny, "What?"
Dani smiles at you through the mirror, and you politely smile back.
That situation might go unnoticed by others, but not by Megan. She stares at you from behind Dani, sitting on the floor, back against the wall.
She's wearing her usual baggy sweatpants and an oversized grey shirt that holds the logo of your favorite band. Her hair is messy, pink bangs falling over her face and sticking to her forehead. She's sweating, but she somehow makes it look cool and hot.
Her lips are in a straight line, looking at the interaction from behind her eyelashes, taking note of everything you say or do to the rest of the girls.
After greeting all of your sister's friends, you can't help but steal a look at Megan, whose whole face changes, now beaming at you with a wide smile that warms your heart.
"Hi," you mouth, to which she responds with a tiny, "Hello."
Manon looks very closely at this exchange, eyes piercing through Megan, unspoken threats being transmitted through just that stare.
The Chinese girl just shrugs it off and doesn't let her mood change, only growing brighter when she sees you walking toward her, Manon's arm still lingering around your shoulders, trying to hold you, but letting go when she sees she can't hold you back.
"So..." your voice trails off as you point out her t-shirt, eyes scanning the logo printed on it. "Didn't know you liked them too." Although your voice portrays innocence and your body acts oblivious, you know this isn't a coincidence.
She quickly looks down, as if she had rehearsed every movement and the words that spill out of her mouth. "Oh, this?" She picked the fabric from her shoulders, the logo now less wrinkled. "Yeah, I remember when you told me about it and the next day I just found this old shirt in my closet." She nodded, proud of herself, oblivious to the way you looked at her, knowing all her tricks.
Your lips turned downward as you nodded, turning your body to rest your back against the wall.
"It was like we were so in tune, you know?" She sounded so casual, but you caught the insecurity in her voice when saying it out loud.
You gasped, chuckling at her words. "You did not just do that!" You hit her shoulder with your elbow, a confused expression on her face that had you giggling even more.
"What?" Megan tried to sound nonchalant, but the slight shakiness in her voice gave her away.
You shake your head, your laugh now subsiding, waving your hand to brush whatever happened away.
Everything was fine. You liked talking to Megan; you loved teasing her and seeing her crack under you, fighting to hide her so obvious crush on you. That single thought had you smiling stupidly, to which Megan couldn't help but smile all smitten.
"What's going on here, lovebirds?" Manon strolled by, hands on her hips, disheveled hair thanks to all the dancing.
It's now when you realize where you are and the fact that your chat with Megan had you ignoring the loud music blasting from the speakers.
From behind Manon, Dani and Lara are trying to tell you something you can't quite figure out.
"We're just chatting?" you answer, shrugging when she raises her eyebrows, suspicious of you.
You can see Megan fidgeting with her rings from the corner of your eye, to which Manon catches on and lightly hits your leg with her foot, making your attention quickly change to her.
"Hey!" you protest.
"I need to talk to you," she firmly says, and you can't deny that it makes you a little scared.
I mean, everybody knows about Megan's crush on her; it's basically printed on her face when you pass by, or in the way she beams when Manon mentions you. She's whipped, and she isn't scared of telling that to the whole world, except she has to restrain herself from doing that.
Manon has always been protective of you. You don't really get to know most of her friends, so it's fine when she gets a little bit intense with the whole 'off-limits' thing. But since you met Megan, with that puppy personality, and the way she seems to brighten up every time you visit the studio, or the way she cutely pouts when you have to leave, that rule started to bother you even more.
"Come on, let's talk," she reaches out her hand, inviting you to join her, but you hesitate, and her patience starts to wear thin. "Seriously, come on."
You finally rise to your feet, but surprising everyone, you choose not to take Manon’s hand. Instead, you offer yours to Megan, who gazes at you in confusion before taking it.
"You're kidding me," Manon mutters as you stroll away, the Chinese girl walking alongside you.
You glance back, shrug casually, and then push open the door, stepping out with Megan, who casts a quick, apologetic smile over her shoulder at Manon.
"Looks like that didn't go as planned," Dani remarks just before Sophia steps in, shushing her and insisting they carry on with the rehearsal.
Taking a final, deep breath, Manon gathers herself and steps into the circle to rejoin the group as they go back into practice.
The door closes behind you. You take a look at the room you're now in: the dim lights, the smell of vanilla and foam.
'This might be a recording studio', you thought.
"That was badass," Megan says shyly, stuffing her hands in her pockets before twirling around to glance at the room, later sitting on the big office chair standing in the room.
"I was not going to let my sister ruin the moment," you let a breathy laugh out before decidedly walking towards Megan, who stiffens when you get close enough for her to think you might sit on her lap, but instead, you sit on the armrest, glancing over your shoulder and giving her a flirty smile.
"The moment?" she asks, looking up at you, her cheeks now holding a pink color that you have learned to love.
"You and I." Your answer has her looking away at the floor, the color intensifying as her body now burns with embarrassment.
"We were having a moment?" she sounds so innocent, it makes you want to kiss her, but your sister's voice warning you rings in your head and it makes you stop before acting.
"You're cute when you get nervous." Megan can't help but hide her face behind her hand as the words leave your mouth so effortlessly.
"What?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the shyness is still present.
"You heard me." Your voice is now low, huskier, eyes pinning her down. "You're cute." You repeat, and you swear you can see Megan internally losing it.
You both stay there for a couple of seconds; Megan is trying—and failing—to look composed, but she can't fool anybody. The compliment has her speechless, although the blush on her face speaks for itself.
The silence isn't awkward, it's calm. You can hear people passing by behind the door, but none of it matters.
She looks up at you once again, her pink-tinted cheeks still burning. You hold her gaze, suspecting she might look away, but she doesn't; she stays there looking at you endearingly.
And as everything starts to fade, and your faces are inches away, a loud ping rings in the room, making you both jolt back to reality, looking for your phones.
You take it out of your pocket, staring at the message displaying on the screen.
'You have the worst timing ever,' you think of sending her but hold back.
"Manon wants to talk." You speak, and the disappointment in your voice doesn't go unnoticed.
Megan's gaze flits away from you like a startled bird, her eyes darting to the floor as if she’s trying to hide from your piercing look. It’s endearing, really—this shy display of bashfulness—but it also plants a seed of doubt in your mind.
You can’t help but wonder if perhaps she regrets the moment that just unfolded between you two, questioning whether it was all a mistake. Did she truly want this, or was she simply swept away by the moment without really meaning it?
Yet, all those swirling anxieties and uncertainties dissipate into thin air the very instant you feel the warmth of her lips brushing against yours. It’s a fleeting kiss—quick and light—as if she’s testing the waters, hesitating at the edge of a pool, afraid of diving into the depths of her feelings and facing rejection.
But you’re not about to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. With a gentle but firm grip, you grasp her shoulders, pulling her closer to you. Suddenly, her uncertain kiss deepens as your lips meld together.
However, just as the moment starts to intensify, she abruptly pulls away, a flush of color creeping onto her cheeks. A shy smile dances on her lips, and it’s contagious—spreading to your own face in an instant as you return her expression.
This brief exchange leaves you both catching your breath, as if the air around you has become charged with a world of unspoken words.
"Sorry, I—"
"No," you say firmly. "I liked it." Those three simple words have Megan smiling, nodding slowly as she takes in the words.
You check your phone again, and you see more messages from Manon. You roll your eyes before giving her a brief response so your phone doesn't explode with pings.
"I need to go." You place your phone inside your pocket, looking at Megan, wondering if you should do it.
"Fuck it," you think.
You give her a quick goodbye kiss. It's short, but it already has your body getting warmer. Megan reciprocates, clinging to your shirt, knowing you'll pull away but trying to make the moment last, at least a little bit.
"Okay," she mumbles once you pull away, your lips tickling as they save the feeling of the kiss. You nod before saying a final goodbye.
You grab the knob and open the door, but her voice distracts you before you exit.
"What's your favorite song?" she asks genuinely. You know she might have an ulterior motive, but it still confuses you.
"'Comfort Me' by Malcolm Todd."
"Cool, cool," she nods and stays quiet.
The faint voice of your sister makes you jolt back. "Gotta go now."
Before she can say anything that might retain you, you close the door and walk towards your sister, who's waiting with Dani by her side.
It doesn't go unnoticed how Daniela looks at you, eyebrows rising and falling. "So..." her voice trails off. "What did you two get into?"
"Daniela," Manon interjects before you can answer. Dani obediently falls quiet, but her gaze still lingers on you.
"Let's go," your sister says, and you both head to the door.
Once you're in the car, your phone pings once again. But this time, what displays on the screen steals a smile from you.
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒇𝒊𝒄 ❫ pairing. daniela avanzini x 7th member f! reader ✴︎ fluff / smut ── dani might think she's always in control, but when your mouth's on her, yeah, she definitely isn't. / disclaimers. gp!d, sub!d, blowjob, porn with no plot, p in v, creampie notes. looks can be deceiving for sure, she ain't topping no one im sorry !!! wc. 1,2k
Daniela always comes off as someone in control, dominant. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
Only you know what's hidden behind her layers. Someone who moans your name in a whiny tone, someone who begs, someone who would do anything if it means she gets to cum.
Your hands are wrapped around the base of her cock, you tongue playfully laps on the slit, savouring the pre-cum leaking out of it. Her veins start to stand out the more you hollow your cheeks around the tip.
She's grabbing a fistful of your hair, not tugging or putting pressure, just resting her hand there, knowing that if she dares to pull, her punishment will be tough to bare.
"How you doing up there?" A sly smile creeps on your lips, eyes dark with lust, looking at her through your eyelashes, a mocking glare that has Dani stumbling on her own words.
Her hand lets go of your hair, her palm pressing against the soft sheets, sinking the spot. "I-i—" She starts. "Can you pleas—"
"No." You're quick to cut her off. "I won't do anything you ask. This is your punishment, remember?" You squeeze her cock, stealing a soft moan out of her, her breathing more erratic as you start to move your hand up and down.
She nods, accepting her fate, biting her bottom lip to prevent any words or noises to come out, her hands now gripping the bedsheets tighter.
You smile satisfied, sticking your tongue out to lick a drop of pre-cum slowly falling down her length.
You jerk off the base of her cock, her skin warm against the palm of your hand, veins twitching so slightly.
Dani throws her head back, eyes closed in pleasure, enjoying how your tongue plays with the slit before taking her in your mouth, lips wrapped around the base.
It feels heavenly. Dani isn't always lost for words, but when your pretty lips are wrapped around her, her body goes numb, mind clouding, the only thing present being your name.
The pace you bob your head is enough to send shockwaves down Dani's body, her hips jerking forward, unintentionally gagging you as the head of her cock hits your throat, spit rolling down the corner of your lips.
She moans loudly, as if no one could hear her, as if the walls protected all sound coming from the inside. The simple thought of people hearing her made your heart beat faster, a wet spot spreading on your underwear, proof of how much that thought affected you.
She's close, you can feel it, the way her thighs tense and her hands seem to grip the bedsheets hard enough to rip them apart gives everything away.
You don't want to be mean, but if she cums now all her energy will be drained, and your desires won't be pleased.
You slide her cock out your mouth, a loud pop as you pull her out, a wide grin on your face.
Dani looked at you confused, chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks flushed a bright red. You chuckle at her face, oblivious as to why you stopped.
But when you get up all confusion leaves her body, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her cock giving a little twitch, excited.
Your hands reach for her shoulders before straddling her, her length pressed against your cunt, your wetness trespassing the fabric of your underwear. She's quick to cling her hands to your hips, squeezing the flesh, afraid if she let's go, you'd change your mind, leaving her and her throbbing cock wishing for more.
Dani's eyes are wide, wet, her pupils dilated, an unspoken way to transmit her desires, her needs. You swallow at her penetrating gaze, your hands involuntarily pulling your panty aside, losing control over yourself.
That's when you let yourself sink on her cock, her size stretching your pussy open, walls squeezing her shaft so tightly it steals a loud groan from her, her eyes falling shut at the overwhelming feeling.
"Fuck—" Her words get stuck on her throat, breath hitching, her pulse rising. "You... You feel so good." She mumbles, fingers sinking on the flesh of your body, roughly enough to leave bruises she'll later kiss better.
It's the way your gripping her cock that has her panting, eyebrows knitted downward, glazed eyes looking up at you, mouth agape, her mind scattering to find words, but finding none, only the letters of your name.
"Mami, please, move." She asked so nicely that almost made you lose your balance, your palms resting on her chest as you push her back on the bed, the soft, silk sheets caressing the muscles of her bare back.
You felt powerful, really. She was at your mercy, a blabbering mess under your touch, a spell she can't and doesn't want to escape. She finds some kind of comfort in letting you take the lead, pampering her—and sometimes punishing—so good that she loses track of time, she doesn't care about anything else but you.
Moving you hips slowly, you push her cock deeper inside you, Dani's head tilting as she bites her bottom lip. You grind and swiftly move your hips to your own rhythm, making sure to emphasize the pleasure, breaking her.
"Please..." She begged once again.
"What? You told me to move. I'm moving... at my own rhythm." A smug smirk creeped its way to your lips, a smirk that had Dani looking at you with heart eyes, loving the way you tease her—although she'd never admit it.
The pace changed, you started to bounce on Dani's lap more roughly, slamming down her cock, the head reaching your sweet spot, making you groan in pleasure, nails scratching her chest, a soft whine escaping her lips.
You felt yourself closer to your climax, and you knew Dani was close to, it was just matter of time until you both came undone over the precious, silk sheets.
"Babe—" Her sentence was cut short a moan that find its way out. "I'm gonna— I'm gonna cum!" Her rough hands gripped your hips, impatiently—and unsuccessfully—guiding you.
The gesture only made you smile, accelerating the pace on your own, the hands that were once on your hips now curled into a fist on each side of her head, lips slightly parted, letting soft whines out.
Minutes after, the high reached its peak and you felt your stomach contracting, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your body shake violently.
A soft sigh left your lips, right there you felt Dani's chest breathing heavily, rising and falling under your palms. You also felt the sticky cum sliding down your thighs, covering her length, you pussy filled with her seed.
"Fuck..." You exhaled, slowly pulling her out of you, your tired body falling over Dani's, her hands wrapped around your waist, feather like kisses on your shoulders, tickling your skin.
"You okay?" Dani asked, something that melted your heart.
"Yeah." You answered shortly, letting yourself drown in the feeling of your girlfriend's arms around you, of her lips kissing your head, face and shoulders, her thumb caressing your skin so softly it stealed a long sigh out of you.
"Good." She took the sheets and wrapped them around you, covering your naked body delicately.
Hiding your face in the small crook of her neck, you smiled faintly against her skin, your breath now steady, your body exhausted.
Dani carefully turned the lights off, sensing your eyelids falling over your eyes slowly. She made sure you were covered and warm before kissing your head with a soft "I love you." before closing her own eyes and falling asleep.
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 ❫ pairing. ot6 x f! reader x bsf!yoonchae ✴︎ fluff ── you purposefully send 'babe' to the kats gc, although your girlfriends are the kats, so expect some chaos. / disclaimers. none notes. pray for me guys, im trying to finish a sophia fic 🙏🏻 wc. none
