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daniela sos tan 🤤
jealous daniela 🤤
not sure whether this was just a statement (cause yes🤤) or a request, but using this prompt anyways as an excuse to write this lil thing i’ve been thinking about since the animal mv came out..
pairing: daniela avanzini x masc!girl reader
content: slight nsfw(?), suggestive, jealous!dani, possessiveness, dani being a tease, reader being oblivious, petnames, dom!dani, praise, condescension
word count: 2.2k
daniela loved shopping.
she loved running around the mall all afternoon, trying on different outfits, testing different perfumes, and getting free makeovers in sephora.
you hated shopping.
you loved getting new clothes, but you much preferred buying your stuff online. you always got way too tired, way too fast at the mall, and all you wanted to do was grab a pretzel from auntie anne’s, maybe a new video game from gamestop and get the hell out of there.
of course, daniela wouldn’t have that. for some reason, out of all of the kats, she had made you her designated shopping buddy, so she’s always dragging you there whenever she gets the chance. you would’ve hated it, if it wasn’t for the way daniela’s eyes would light up every weekend when you would begrudgingly agree to go with her.
you figured it was only because you drove her, held all her bags for her, and offered to pay for everything no matter how much she protested. sometimes she even picks some stuff out for you from the stores you like, which makes you feel good, like a little doll daniela likes to play with.
you had no idea about the real reason behind daniela’s behaviour, until one particular saturday afternoon shopping spree.
“come on, don’t be such a baby,” dani pouts, gripping onto your bicep as you trudge across the marble floors. the bright lights are starting to give you a bit of a headache. “one more store, i promise, and then i’ll buy you a pretzel. my treat!”
you smiled despite yourself, and nod, easy to please. “the little cinnamon bite ones?”
“yes,” daniela chuckles with a humourous roll of her eyes, “whatever ones you want, now come on–” she tugs your arm roughly, dragging you into the next store, almost knocking all her bags out of your hand with the force.
“there is a human body attached to that arm by the way—” you retort, but she’s ignoring you now, already fawning over something on a rack in the corner. you look up from where you were rubbing your arm to look for her, and your throat dries as you realise where you are. daniela has brought you into a lingerie store.
and now she’s holding up a pair of lacy red panties, looking over at you expectantly. “y/n? did you hear me?”
“huh?” you manage out, your voice hoarse. yoi could not handle this today. or any day, for that matter.
daniela looks at you as if you’re dumb. “i asked you what you think of these.”
you blink rapidly. you don’t think you’re going to survive this. the image in your head of daniela’s round ass and tanned thighs cushioned by the thin lacy fabric makes you go a little insane.
“um, they’re nice..” you manage out, the tips of your ears flaming red.
daniela raises a brow, eyes flitting over your blushing face. “is that it?”
“sorry, you’ll look good in them. i like it.” you quickly add, trying to make your voice sound as even as possible despite how fast your heart is beating in your ribcage.
“but do you think they’ll make my boobs look good?” she almost looks like she’s testing you now.
the image of that does nothing to help your current situation. “obviously—” you splutter out. “probably, i don’t know?”
dani blinks at you, tilting her head to the side in confusion and feigning innocence.
“uh, i’m not the best person to ask..” you shove your hands into your pockets, wanting the floor to just swallow you up already.
“you’re acting weird.” dani says simply, before turning around back to the displays. you don’t notice the self-satisfied smirk on her face as she turns away from you.
she spends a couple minutes longer looking through some different sets, but ends up settling on that red one that seemed to make your brain go to mush just from the idea of her wearing it.
“i’m gonna go try this on, okay?” she says, squeezing your arm as she moves past you towards the fitting room. “don’t go anywhere.”
“uh, okay.” you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you watch her disappear behind the curtain. when she’s gone, you can finally breathe easy for a couple seconds— until you realise the fact that she’s literally stripping out of her clothes behind that very same curtain in that exact moment, and you flush again.
you tell yourself to stop being such a pervert. she’s your bestfriend— but you can’t help it. you can’t help but think about what she looks like in that very moment, the delicate fabric molding around her smooth skin, holding her breasts together, hop her nipples are probably visible through the sheer material– fuck, y/n, stop.
she’s probably buying them for that weird guy who’s been hanging around her recently, like a fly that won’t go away. his face irritates you. lara agreed with you when you brought it up last week. the thought of him seeing her in that set and not you makes your stomach turn a little, but you figure it will go away once you get to be the one that pays for them when she’s done.
you’re finally dragged out of your wandering thoughts by a girl’s voice– not daniela’s, an unfamiliar one.
“hey, there. are you lost?” the girl asks, giving you a coy smile. she’s around the same height as dani, but her hair is lighter, and tumbles down her shoulders.
“what?” you frown, confused.
she looks down at your slumped frame, black polo and baggy jeans with the band of your calvin klein boxers peeking out the top. you realise how much you stand out amongst the other customers. “are you shopping for yourself?”
“oh- uh, no!” you say quickly, shaking your head. “i’m here with someone, she’s just trying some stuff on i think.”
“i thought so, you look more like a nike sports bra kind of girl.” she grins, tilting her head to the side.
“yeah, you would be correct on that one.” you smile back, and your shyness starts to dissipate a little. “i’m just the bag holder.” you gesture down to the numerous shopping bags in your hands.
“that’s cute, is it your girlfriend?” the girl asks, looking a little hopeful about your answer.
you start blushing again, and chuckle nervously. “uh, no, not my girlfriend.”
the girl’s eyes light up, looking satisfied with your answer, and even more interested in the conversation. she touches your bicep lightly with her fingertips, which is flexing from the weight of the bags. “so you’re just a gentlewoman, then?”
you don’t know how to answer that, and shrug bashfully. “i don’t know about that–”
“i’m gabriela, by the way.” she steps a little closer to you, her eyes racking over you like she’s hungry. her perfume was so strong, as it made you dizzy– or maybe it was the fact that you had been walking around the mall for almost five hours, without even a bite to eat (thanks alot, dani). “what’s your name, cutie?”
“y/n,” you say, and turn your head towards the fitting rooms. what the hell is taking daniela so long?
“while you wait for your friend, do you think you could help me? i’m kinda stuck between the pink or the purple.” she holds up two lingerie sets. “which one do you think would suit me better?” gabriela bats her eyelashes as she watches you, waiting.
“uh—” you take a moment to consider it, not sure why this random stranger is asking you of all people for advice, when it's clear you don’t know a thing about—
“y/n!” daniela calls, poking her head out from behind the curtain. “can you come here?” she sends a dark look to the stranger talking to you, her eyes narrowed. if looks could kill, gabriela would have burst into a ball of flames by now.
was she listening this whole time?
“i need your help with the clasp. come.” dani says, but she looks irritated. she’s still glaring at gabriela.
“i was just talking to—”
“now, y/n.” daniela says shortly, and you’re surprised with how firm her tone is. she never usually speaks to you like that, unless she’s exhausted and hangry from rehearsing all day.
you don’t waste another second, sending gabriela a polite nod and rushing to the stall daniela’s in, despite how jellified your legs feel at the implicit knowledge of what’s behind the curtain.
when you enter the cramped space, you stay as close to the wall as possible, your breathing picking up at the sight of daniela’s toned back in front of you. it takes you alot of strength not to fall to your knees in front of her. the red bra fits perfectly, and you almost salivate at the sight of how the lace stretches around the swell of her breasts.
you look up and down between the bra and the panties as if you can’t decide between them which you like more, before remembering what you were invited back here for. and it wasn’t to ogle at your best friend like some horny teenage boy.
you fix your gaze back onto her back, looking for the so-called clasp you were supposed to fit for her. you’re surprised to see it’s already done up and in place. “wait, what did you want me for?” you ask, confused.
dani turns around to face you. she’s been watching you admire her from your reflection in the mirror, and loving every second of it. “you’re so clueless, baby.” daniela tuts, looking up at you as she reaches out and scratches her nails across the back of your neck. “can’t even tell when a girl is clearly all over you?”
your whole body trembles under her touch as if you’re the one who’s half naked right now.
“just wanted to get you away from that girl.” she says lowly, and there’s an edge to her voice you’ve never heard before. “didn’t like the way she was talking to you.”
“come on, dani, she was just being nice..” you protest weakly, a shiver running down your spine as her nails dig a little harder into the nape of your neck, her touch possessive and claiming. you weren’t sure whether this was really happening, or whether you had died when you saw daniela in that lingerie set, and this was your version of heaven.
“nice?” daniela scoffs. “she was practically throwing herself at you. i leave you alone for five minutes, and look what happens. you know how much i hate when girls act so desperate over you.” she trails her fingers higher up your neck, so they thread through your hair, and she tugs lightly, a flash of something possessive and claiming in her eyes.
“i wasn’t- i wasn’t flirting with her,” you offer weakly.
“i know you weren’t, puppy. you’re such a good girl like that.” daniela hums, trailing her hand down your shoulders. “you understand that i don’t like to share you, don’t you?”
you blink. that was also something that you hadn’t considered. dani picks up on your surprised expression, and she pouts.
“oh, y/n. i thought you were smart.” she shakes her head. “i’m disappointed in you. here i was, going to buy this set just for you, and you didn’t even realise.”
“for me?” you feel like you’re about to explode now.
“yes baby, why do you think i always invite you out shopping with me? i just wanna get you alone in here, but you always get so shy.”
you blush, looking down at your shoes. daniela tilts your head up gently to look at her, and hooks her fingers onto the waistband of the lacy panties, toying with them to see how much she can tease you before you combust. “remind me never to leave you alone again, okay? i’m the only girl i want you looking at like this, got it?”
you swallow, to busy drinking in the sight of her so all you can do is nod.
“good. now why don’t you show me how much you like this set on me?” she tugs you closer by the collar of your polo, and your can no longer hold yourself back, hands reaching out to grip at her ass through the lace panties. her toned abs brush against your torso as your bodies connect and you groan a little under your breath at the feeling of her body in your palms.
“there we go,” daniela hums approvingly against your mouth, your grip firm and tracing delicately over the fabric. “would you like to touch me? is that something you might like, puppy?” her nails trace slowly up her chest, curling around the strap of the bra, and pulling it down her shoulder sensually.
your eyes catch on her collarbones and you lick your lips, nodding desperately. it’s like your wet dreams have come true in front of your eyes. “y-yeah. yes dani, i’d like that.”
“how about you tell me who you belong to first, and then i’ll let you do anything you want to me, does that sound good?”
maybe you do like the mall after all.
MAMI PLEASE ILL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU 😭😭😭🙏🏻
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