Sorority Girl Daniela x nerd!masc!gp!reader || Non Idol Au
Summary — when you leave campus seeing Daniela storming past you crying, you comfort her. Never had you interacted too much before but you’ve always had a thing for her.
Contact warnings — no plot, smut, soft dom Daniela, love bombings, unprotected sex, comfort sex, mentions of cheating, reader is a gentlewoman, aftercare, soft and slow sex, creampie, big d reader, mommy kink, reader isn’t inexperienced but treats it like first time.
Authors Note — this was a pretty cool idea and honestly, there might be multiple parts to this, so thank you to the person who requested it. Hopefully you enjoy it! There will be a Manon fic next and then a Sophia one afterwards!!
@miniaturenachoo ; your request! :)
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It was a long day. Like, unnecessarily long.
Classes were hell and not only that, but you also hadn't gotten the chance to eat lunch earlier. You were so backed up on your main studies that you sometimes completely forgot you had other classes you took and definitely needed. Considering you were passing all of them, you guessed it was okay. Since classes were over and it was a Friday, that meant you could relax all day—until Monday unfortunately.
Looking at your phone and the time, it was 5:45 PM.
There wasn't much you liked to do on a Friday except relax, so that was your plan. Maybe rent a few bad movies, buy a shit ton of snacks and binge watch television. You were walking to your car, the sight alone being like a breath of fresh air. As you got up close to it, you stood there and placed your phone in your jacket pocket. You were now fishing for your keys, hearing the jingle as you dug into the pocket.
You went to pull your keys out but as you did, a loud sound erupted and caused you to jump—your keys falling to the ground. Your eyes trailed up to see the source—it was Daniela, who slammed the door open with almost all her strength. Daniela Avanzini, the sorority girl you have had a crush on for as long as you could remember. You can't even remember when the crush started, you just saw her and it developed.
It wasn't a shocker though because maybe ninety percent of the university had a crush on her. Almost every day when you walked the halls or sat in class, there'd be someone talking about how badly they wanted her. Unfortunately for you, you were amongst one of those people that did. But you've been classified as a nerd on multiple occasions and Daniela made it clear she only liked frat guys.
You weren't trying to stare at her, but when you noticed the angry strides she took, you couldn't help but wonder why. You've maybe spoken to Daniela a few times since you've attended college with her and it wasn't because you didn't want to, it was just the simple fact that you knew she would shut you down. In the past, you only talked because you were tasked to help her with assignments.
But this time, you wanted to see what was wrong.
Because now that you see her, you saw the tears streaming down her face too—the mascara darkening her cheeks slighty.
You were afraid to say anything to her honestly, but you were also too caring. Maybe a little nosey when it came to her.
You picked your keys up and called out, "Hey Daniela," her head turning to you slightly but continuing on her way. You didn't want to seem creepy, but you started jogging up to her, seeing her not speeding up but continuing on her way, "Daniela, wait!" You watched her slow down slightly, letting you finally catch up as you adjusted your bag on your back, trying not to let it fall while you trailed behind her.
She wasn’t looking at you, “what do you want?” Her voice came out almost harsh, like she didn’t want to be bothered and honestly—she clearly didn’t. But you just wanted to delusionally comfort her in your own way, and she possibly knew that.
"Hey, sorry to bother you but uh..."
"Then why are you bothering me?" She asked, still not taking a single glance at you.
You chuckled awkwardly, "that's a fair point but I couldn't help but notice you're clearly pissed off and..." you were walking so fast trying to keep up that you were bumping into a lot of objects in your way, "and I was just trying to see what was wrong if that's not a weird thing to do." That finally got her to stop, you almost fumbling over your own two feet to turn to her, now completely seeing her face.
Oh, she was hurt by something.
You almost never seen her unhappy let alone cry.
Her arms folded over her chest; her purse being sandwiched between her forearm and her chest. Her head tilted slightly, "why the hell do you care? I didn't ask you to come check up on me." She was very upset so you could understand how she felt.
You nodded and licked your lips nervously, pulling your bag strap firmly on your arm to keep yourself steady. "I uh-I don't know. I just saw you crying and clearly upset so I kind of just wanted to make sure you were okay." She stared at you hard, holding your gaze deeply which caused you to swallow nervously.
Her head tilted upward questionably, "why?" She asked, almost a whisper.
You could hardly continue, your lips quivering trying to spit anything out. Her eyebrow raised, waiting for you to continue, "just because you're always happy and in a good mood and I guess I was just a little concerned, that's all." You explained it softly, Daniela staring at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever. She was very unreadable, and her stare was so predatory it had you almost walking away.
"Are you okay?" You asked her after she didn't reply, still not getting a reply from her. It's like she wanted to say something but at the same time, you two didn't really know each other. You literally only occasionally spoke a few times and if she was being honest, you're very nice to her. She didn't have a reason to be mean to you and she knew that but at the same time, she was just upset for her own reasons.
You swallowed and reached a hand out, not touching her, just trying to keep her attention. "Look I can see you're headed in the direction of the sorority house," you informed her, "and I know your boyfriend usually takes you there but considering he's not here right now and you're upset, I'm sure you were going to walk there." You weren't trying to offend her, but when you said boyfriend she looked more upset.
"Bye, ____," she said, going to resume walking.
"No no no, Daniela wait," you gently caught her wrist and this time, she stopped and didn't look annoyed, "I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride there? I know by car it's like fifteen minutes from here and on foot it would be way longer," she seemed to soften at that which caused you to let her wrist go, "I can take you back there, if you need me to." You offered, seeing her eyes trailing from your feet and back to your face.
She stared at you for a moment, seeing the hopeful look in your eyes. You weren't trying to be weird but at the same time you knew you wouldn't feel right letting her walk back when it would be dark before she even got back. Daniela knew she didn't really want to walk back home, especially since it was also cold too and of course getting dark soon as well. She sighed and nodded, "okay. Yeah."
You let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. You smiled at her, and just for comfort, you reached your hand out and she surprisingly took it. She instantly felt like her entire body relaxed. Not only was your hand super soft, but you were very warm and soothing but not only that, you were just extremely sweet. Daniela felt like she was about to melt from being treated so nicely after what just happened.
When you got to your car, you clicked the unlock button twice to unlock all the doors. You guided her to the passenger side and opened the door for her, watching how she almost elegantly entered your car and let your hand go. You waited for her to pull her legs inside before you softly closed the door behind her with a soft thud. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest; did you really just get the Daniela Avanzini in your car?
Yes, you did.
You opened the backdoor and put your bookbag in it.
After, you walked to your side and pulled the door open, taking your seat as you sat in the driver side and shut the door once you were situated. The sound of the doors locking automatically made the situation even more real, but the sound of her putting on her seatbelt made it almost way too real. You did the same and then turned your car on, the sound of the of your music coming on; being soft and very low.
You turned the heat up just slightly on her side, just to make sure she was warm. "Is that okay?" You asked her, seeing her only nodding which made you do the same. You looked at her again for a second, seeing the still ruined mascara on her face. You reached over her, her eyes following as you pulled open your glove compartment. You had tissues in there, paper towels for when you ate in your car during lunch.
You pulled some paper towels out, "here you go." You softly offered, Daniela eyes looking at yours before she took it.
It was nice interacting with her, but you were still curious why she was crying in the first place. You reversed out of the parking lot and began on your way. You've driven past the sorority house before because it was on the way to your off-campus apartment. The sound of the soft music mingled with the soft hum of your car was soothing. There wasn't as much traffic luckily for you two.
It was really silent and you didn't want to get in her business, but you also didn't want her to be uncomfortable or anything. You coughed softly to get her attention which you did, "you hungry? We can get some food before I drop you off, if you want to?" You didn't know it, but you were for sure having an effect on her. What kind of effect, she wasn't quite sure, but it felt so nice to be talked to so sweetly.
You were showing nothing but genuine care and if Daniela was being honest, that had her feeling less sad. She nodded, "I wouldn't mind getting food. Shake shack, if that's cool." She replied, her eyes turning from looking out the window to now staring forward. You just nodded a couple times, of course that was okay. You actually enjoyed food from there too and if she liked it, then that was definitely nice in a way.
You swallowed before asking her, "may I ask you why you were crying? I legit don't think I've ever seen you sad before."
She didn't answer for a second, you almost regretting asking before you stopped at a stop sign. You saw the flash of her phone screen from your right and when you turned your head, you saw she was showing you a text conversation. It was one of those, "Hey girlie," messages. You nodded, reading the long paragraph from a woman that she didn't know. She was explaining how her and Daniela's boyfriend had been hooking up for a while.
Daniela pulled the phone back and scrolled, turning the phone to you and showing you a picture of her boyfriend and clearly another woman kissing. You didn't know what to say because how could anyone cheat on someone as beautiful as her? Maybe it was an insecurity that he had or he's just a plain ole cheater. You watched her face carefully, seeing how she seemed to be more and more upset at the sight.
Daniela let out a sigh, "I already figured he was doing something behind my back," she said, "I just hate how men will come back to you after knowing they have someone else. It literally pisses me off so bad." She pulled her phone back, turning the screen off and placing it in her purse. You had almost forgot you were at a stop sign; too entranced in what she was telling you.
You nodded once and then a few more times before turning back to the road and proceeding to drive. "Well, it's definitely his loss, Daniela," you told her and caught her attention, "because in the end, the one who is unfaithful always loses. They'll realize that nothing and no one will make them happy, so they will end up just being alone." You didn't see it, but she smiled softly at that. "And you win by not going back. By realizing-you are most certainly the prize."
She tried to contain her smile, but you caught it and it came out, "I'm not going back at all. He's been texting me, but I already gave up on that. This isn't the first time he's made me feel like shit." You hummed questionably, waiting for her to continue, "when we're out, he looks at other women so fucking hard like I kid you not ____, he would break his neck to look at another woman walk by."
You scoffed, "what the fuck?" You asked, "so you're telling me that he has a ten out of ten girlfriend who looks like a super model and he still wants the attention of other women?" You looked at her for a second and saw her nod, causing you to shake your head, "I think men are the dumbest creatures to ever exist because what do you mean you can live with the fact that you fumbled someone this beautiful? Come on!"
That actually made her laugh, the sound catching your ears in the most beautiful way. You smiled to yourself before saying, "I'm serious Daniela. He has to be the dumbest person alive to fumble you. Like there's so many people on campus that wants you and he fumbled so fucking hard. Like that's actually so crazy to me." You insinuated every word with a small tap on your steering wheel.
Daniela sat up straighter in her seat, "that's how men are, unfortunately. They will never be satisfied with just one woman."
"And I mean never, they're so unbearable," you said, both of you chuckling before a soft and charming silence overtook you.
She would occasionally take glances at you, realizing just how soft and sweet you were. The times you had spoken, you were always so nice to her. You were one of the few people that didn't try to impress her or try to get in her pants just because. You were so respectful no matter what and now that she's thinking on it, she's wondering why she had never tried to form a friendship with you. You seemed like a genuine person.
There are definite signs in people that shows that they're just straight assholes, but you for sure weren't. She could look at you from a mile away and can tell you had a pure heart. She knawed on her bottom lip softly, trying to distract her thoughts. Being at this close proximity to you, she could really pick up on your personality. Your clothes were always clean; your car was clean and smelled great.
Small things about you she noticed. And it wasn't because she was overanalyzing you, she was just able to get a good look at you now that she was technically hanging with you. Your whole demeanor was fairly... attractive. She didn't know how to explain it because she wasn't even attracted to nerds. You were, however, very attractive. She looked ahead again, letting the soft music take over her mind.
After you got you both some food, you were on the way to take her home to her sorority house. She hadn't started eating her food yet and neither have you.
"____." Daniela called, gaining your attention as you hummed, "I don't really want to go back to the sorority house." She said.
You eyed her and asked, "oh, why?"
She shrugged, "they're throwing a party there at eight," she explained, "and I really don't want to be around that shit right now."
"I understand," you didn't want to seem weird, but you had to ask, "well, do you want to-I don't know maybe come over?" She looked at you from the side, "I mean, that is if you want. I live off campus and have an extra bedroom if you want to come over for the night."
She stared blankly at you for a second before nodding, "yeah. That sounds fine."
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You and Daniela were now standing in front of your apartment door, and she was holding your food as you fished out your keys from within your pocket. You unlocked your door and pushed it open, flipping the light on and letting Daniela in. She walked in without hesitation, you closing the door behind you before locking it. You walked to her and ushered her to the living room, "we can eat in here. I'll put a movie on."
You watched her walk into your living room, the strides she took being almost hypnotic. You took your hoodie off and placed it on the back of your couch, now only being in a plain t-shirt and jeans after kicking your sneakers off as well. She took a seat and placed the food on your coffee table, but you missed the way she was staring at you. You didn't turn a main light on, only a corner lamp that was bright enough to light up the room.
She was impressed with how clean it was, cozy, warm and so comforting. You walked over to her and grabbed the television remote that was sitting on the coffee table, just before you turned it on. You scrolled through channels, "anything you want to watch, Daniela?" You asked her without looking at her, hearing her take a bite of a crunchy french fry.
"Anything is fine." She replied.
You flicked through channel after channel until you came across a movie, one that you didn't recognize but it was in the genre of a romance and drama. She hummed approvingly and you decided to take your seat next to her. She was looking at the television when you looked at her. "You can take your shoes off if you want, Daniela. Make yourself at home, I definitely don't mind at all."
You watched her reach down for the shoes on her feet, and you're just now realizing how nice her outfit was. Every time she wore a skirt with a short top and a jacket accompanied by a nice set of heels, it genuinely always took your breath away. It wasn't on purpose, but you watched her slip the heels off and then came her jacket, your eyes trailing away from her so you wouldn't stare too long at her.
She knew you were looking; she saw the way you swallowed thickly and was facing the tv awkwardly. Daniela didn't think too much of it though, because she thought it was cute. Not to have a cocky mindset or anything, but she was aware of how gorgeous she was. There hasn't been a day in her life where she thought otherwise, but seeing you being all flustered and trying to contain your composure was adorable.
You both ate your food in a silence that didn't make either of you uncomfortable. It was hard trying to keep your gaze on the movie because not only did you have a crush on Daniela but having her in your apartment sitting next to you, on your couch, looking as beautiful as ever had your heart racing. It felt unreal, but the fact that you were able to calm her down from what happened made it real.
You had finished your food first and after she finished hers, you had taken both of your trash and threw them away; bringing over some hand sanitizer for her. She thanked you with the most genuine smile, making your heart flutter so sweetly. If you weren't such an overthinker, you would tell her about your crush. Unfortunately for you, your heart would not be able to handle rejection from her.
"____," she called out, your head turning to see her already looking at you, "where's your bathroom? My makeup needs a touch up." She chuckled softly, you doing the same.
You pointed to your dimly lit hallway, "it's the second door on the left. Take all the time you need."
Daniela stood up and grabbed her purse, walking past you in the most gorgeous way. You were trying to look, but she was so beautiful that your eyes couldn't help but stare. You could smell the sweet perfume that she wore when she walked past you; it felt like you were going to faint from that alone. You watched her disappear down the hallway, the sound of your bathroom door opening and then closing softly.
You let out a deep breath, trying to regain the little sanity that you had left. You were very grateful that her now ex did cheat on her and as messed up as it sounds, you were happy it got you in this situation. You didn't know her ex personally, but you knew he was a frat boy meaning he was around women all the time. Daniela was a sorority girl, but you knew she was all about him, unfortunately.
That caused her to be blind of his actions because anyone could look at him and tell he wasn't a faithful guy. It's not like you were paying any attention to him but when you saw her with him sometimes, you could tell he clearly didn't like her. It's like he was only with her the reputation of being one of the most popular frat guys in the entire school, and was dating the most popular sorority girl as well.
Then again, it was none of your business. Your crush for Daniela wasn't exactly clear because you've never shown it. Hopefully you weren't giving off signs that you did have a crush on her because you did not want her to feel weird with you. Considering she hasn't demanded you take her home yet, you're guessing she didn't. She seemed really comfortable around you, and you were happy for that.
After about ten minutes, Daniela came out of your bathroom. You sat up and saw her face and honestly, you couldn't believe how ethereal she managed to look. She only touched up her makeup, and she still managed to make that look gorgeous. This time when she walked past you. she turned her backside slightly in your direction where her ass was basically in your face.
You were so flustered and she could tell. The way you awkwardly looked away from her and to the way your hands fidgeted from in between your thighs. She was satisfied with how effective small things she did affect you. You were actually more attractive when you tried your hardest to not show how flushed you were. Not even just cute nor adorable, you were downright attractive. Very attractive.
Daniela was curious now. Have you ever been in a relationship before? You were so levelheaded and focused all the time, so she assumed you didn't have the time. She has never seen you anywhere outside of campus or in class, so she assumed after classes you would just come straight home. There was nothing wrong with that at all and if anything, it made you even hotter than you already were.
"____," she called, your eyes landing on her seeing how she had one leg over top of her other, "can I ask you something?"
You nodded your head, "sure, what's up?" You asked, turning to her slightly so she could know you had her full attention. You didn't miss the way she swallowed thickly, like she didn't want to ask whatever was on her mind.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked you, seeing how the question clearly caught you off guard.
You shook your head, "no I don't. May I ask why'd you ask?"
She stared at you for a moment, and you didn't miss when she slid closer to you just a fraction. "I don't know what I'm doing or thinking but," her voice trailed off for a second, "I'm just curious if you've ever had sex before?"
You chuckled awkwardly, trying your hardest to figure out where that came from. "I have, yeah. Not recently, but I've been intimate with someone before."
Daniela hummed, just before she looked up at you, "I guess I asked because for some reason," she started, slowly sliding closer to you just a little more, "this night alone is making me feel more than my ex has ever made me feel in the past." She said, watching your face for any discomfort, "and I guess with the way you're acting with me right now has me feeling some kind of way."
Your breath hitched hard when her thigh was pressed firmly against your very own, your eyes never leaving her face. She leaned closer to you which out of nerves, made you lean back just a fraction. You weren't sure what she was trying to do, but your mind could understand what she was implying. It had your heart hammering inside your chest, the sound meeting your ears.
One of her hands went to your thighs, ghosting over it before she grasped it firmly and rubbed it softly. Daniela leaned closer to you, her lips being close to your face. She smiled slightly, "I don't know where this feeling came from, but I want you so bad," her lips got closer to you, a soft chuckle escaping her from your reaction, "when I was in the bathroom just now, I couldn't stop thinking about this."
A giant shiver shook through your body, your hands shaking slightly when you reached up and grasped her arms to stop her. She pulled back and looked at you, seeing how you closed your eyes briefly with your tongue swiping over you bottom lip. "Daniela, I understand what you just went through and I know it must be hurtful. But I really don't want to be your stress relief or rebound. As much as I—"
"As much as you what, ____?" She asked, her voice low and seductive which caused a chill to go up your body, "as much as you clearly want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, her hand going up to cup your jaw and pull your attention towards her. "I don't care about what my ex did. And don't try to act like you haven't been eye fucking me ever since we been at this school. You think I didn't notice when we did work together?"
You swallowed harshly, "I—I can admit I may have looked at you inappropriately before and I apologize for that," she stared you dead in the eyes as you spoke, "and I may have a crush on you but at the same time, I don't want to be a quick hook up for you as revenge for him." Your eyes looked away nervously, the closeness and eye contact that she held being so nerve wrecking.
She smiled at you, "I kind of figured you had a crush on me." She gently pulled your face closer to hers just before she wrapped her free arm around your back, having you pressed firmly against her. "And if I'm being honest, I always found you to be so cute," her lips ghosted over yours, your eyes trained on her beautiful face. "Tell me I'm wrong, ____. Tell me you never wondered what it would be like to fuck me?"
Your mouth hung open slightly, Daniela finding you to be so cute. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, feeling you shiver at the contact. Her hand left your face and the other one moved from your back before she grasped both of your forearms; feeling the tension in them. She rubbed them soothingly, "don't worry about my ex baby, I know you want to fuck me. Come on, ____."
You were stuck on the fact that she had kissed you and touched you in such a way that had you shaking now. "Dani—Daniela I—yeah, I mean yeah I've thought about it in the past, but I respected your relationship and let those thoughts go." You confessed almost under your breath, but she heard you clearly. You being so flustered had her so turned on; she could feel a pulse in her clit slightly.
You saw how her legs clenched together, the feeling of her nails trailing up and down your forearms making you gulp. "And what about now? You still want to? Because I want you to."
The Daniela Avanzini wanted you? She wanted you to have sex with her and with you having the biggest crush on her, your mind was telling you to just do it. "If we do this—what would it mean to you?" You asked, Daniela being in awe with how serious this was to you, "Because I've never hooked up with anyone before. I don't want it to be a one night stand Daniela, I want us to be something if we have sex.”
Daniela stared at you for a moment, finding it adorable with how you were. You were just the type of person who never did one night stands; only sleeping with someone if you had a deep connection with them. At the same time, Daniela is your crush and out of respect for yourself—you didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. She was so close to you and the fact that she was touching you, kissing you, had you hardening in your pants.
“We could be something,” she murmured, her hands slowly trailing to your shoulders and caressing them, “maybe friends with benefits or something.”
You shook your head, “I’ve never done that either. I just—I can’t do one night stands, Daniela. I just can’t.”
Her finger went to your lips, “shh, we don’t have to. This isn’t about revenge or making you a stress relief. We can start off slow, if you want. If you don’t want anyone to know about this,” she removed her finger and placed a slow and savory kiss to your lips, “I don’t kiss and tell. We can keep it between us, start off slow, and see where this goes. That sounds better?” She asked.
With a hesitant nod you said, “okay. Yeah, okay that’s fine.” You stopped her again before she could kiss you like she planned, "Daniela. I don't really have any protection or anything like that. Also... I don't want you to regret doing this. Just please tell me you won't forget about me tomorrow, after all this."
Aw.
How cute.
You were really serious about this and it shows.
She reached up and took a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to hers until your lips melted perfectly together. Daniela could feel how your lips trembled; letting her bottom lip go over yours which caused you to open your mouth slightly. She instantly slipped her tongue inside, the slight taste of mint mingling with your own saliva as she slid hers firmly across yours.
Your body locked up once she swung a leg over your lap without breaking the kiss. Her free hand went to grab one of yours, taking it and placing it on her ass; your palm instantly going to firmly cup the soft flesh of it. She moaned into your mouth, grounding her hips with yours to feel the obvious bulge straining behind the fabric. Daniela's tongue was everywhere, making you gasp when she sucked harshly on yours.
You placed your other hand on her ass, softly kneading the flesh and helping her grind back and forth against you. You groaned in your throat, a husky sound that had Daniela's hands going down your body and taking a hold of the edges of your shirt. She was so eager for your skin against her very own; you could hear it in the shaky whimpers she let out. You were getting more confident by the minute.
The fact that your crush wanted you so badly and now she's in your lap, grinding against you and devouring your mouth was mind boggling. She held onto the hem of your shirt, balling the fabric up in her hands as she stopped so she could continue making out with you. The kiss was so sloppy, her tongue and yours causing saliva to slip around your mouths the more and more she took control over you.
It was almost overwhelming, and Daniela made sure to grind her hips extra slowly and filthy against your cock. She could feel you throb and twitch with every movement, her hips delivering a filthy circle that made your body jerk. She smiled against you before she pulled away, seeing your face as your breathing came out labored. Yours and her lips were overly wet, and her biting her bottom lip was so sexy.
Her eyes were hooded over, hazy and lustful. She sighed approvingly, "____, don't freak out too much. I'm on the pill, baby," she reassured you, her hand going to your cheek to caress the skin there, "I don't do one night stands either, so I won't forget you." She slid off your lap slowly, letting one of hands go to yours as she pulled you up, "Come on. Take me to bed, amor."
You were more nervous now that this was happening, but you slowly guided her to your bedroom that was dimly lit by a illuminated lava lamp. Your hand went to turn the light on, but Daniela stopped you, causing you to turn to her only to see the most sexy smirk ever. “Don’t. The red sets the mood, come on.” She muttered, not even giving you the chance before she had you backing up to your bed.
You stood near the edge once she released you to go to the skimpy top she had on, her fingers gracing it before she pulled it off so slowly. You couldn’t look away and she loved that, hearing your breath hitch from where she stood. She was wearing a dark strapless bra that shaped her breasts almost too well and when she tossed the top to the side, Daniela grasped the edges of her skirt in such a teasing way.
She shimmied her way out of the skirt, her panties matching her bra so beautifully. You shuddered at the sight. She eyed you so intently, not bothering to remove anymore fabric until she gestured to you with a wave of her finger, ordering you to come over. When you hesitated, she could only chuckle, “don’t be shy, baby. Come here.” Her voice affected you so heavily.
Your entire body felt so heavy but you moved anyway, not quite sure what to do when you got in front of her. She was way too beautiful; such a goddess that somehow took an attraction to you even when your looks wasn’t what she’d typically go for. But she knew what to do for you, letting her hands reach out and grab a hold of the edge of your shirt; watching your face for any discomfort.
But you weren’t afraid. You were just nervous. It wasn’t your first time at all but with your crush of so long, you jest wanted to be perfect for her. Her hands slowly pulled the fabric up and over your head, discarding the shirt and tossing it to the side. “Daniela—you’re so beautiful…” She only smiled at you before her hand spread across your chest to push you back until the back of your knees hit the bed.
Daniela took a hold of your chin; letting her manicured nails graze the sides of your face before she pulled you into a deep and slow kiss. It was almost too sensual that you completely forgot how you ended up here. When she pulled away, she stared you deeply in the eyes; not once letting you think she didn’t want this. “Call me Dani, baby. Enough with the Daniela.” She muttered to you.
Her hands went to your shoulders before trailing towards your collar bones, tracing them and skimming over to your abdomen. She let her fingers caress the skin there, letting her touch rake a shiver throughout your body. “Dani…” you whispered, causing her to smile down at you. Your eyes were still full of disbelief, and she could tell by the way your hands shook slightly in your lap.
“Relax, ____,” her voice came out soft, just before she titled her head towards your headboard, “on your back, up there.” You slid back almost too quickly, hearing the chuckle from Daniela before she stopped you briefly; her hands on your pants to pull them down as you slid up the bed. She stared at your underwear once she got your pants off, seeing the obvious huge bulge in them. “Fuck…” She sighed.
Once you were settled against the headboard, you watched her reach for the back of her bra and unclasp it. Your breathing got even more labored seeing her practically naked—basically nude completely. All she had on was her underwear that clung snuggly against her lower regions. She pressed one knee into your bed, her hands following as she crawled up to you in such a predatory way.
Daniela didn’t waste any time before she climbed back over top of you, settling down in your lap and making sure she pressed her covered pussy against your covered cock. She shuddered once she settled on top of you, your eyes closing briefly to try and relax yourself. But she wasn’t having that; her hand going to your hair and craning your neck up to expose the left side of your throat.
You winced slightly, “I like rough and slow sex, ____,” she leaned forward to your ear and placed a kiss against the space underneath it, “and I really like to dominate. I’ve never done it before but you’ll let me right, baby? Say you’ll let me.” You’ve never really been dominated before, always being a sweet and gentlewoman when it came to sex. You only nodded frantically, causing Daniela’s grip to tighten in your hair, “no baby, I want to hear you say it.”
You swallowed thickly, “ye—yeah, Dani. I’ll let you dominate me…” your voice trailed off slightly, trying your hardest to hold onto the little composure you had left.
She smiled into your neck, “good girl,” she purred, her hand letting go of your hair before she took a hold of both of your hands and placed them on her bare ass. It felt so much more soft, so delicate and comforting. “I also like to be called Mommy. Think you can call me that, amor? I want to hear you say that too.”
Her hand snaked up to your throat, not squeezing but tight enough to let you know she was here. You whimpered, “yes I can—Mommy.” You stuttered it out shakily, but she was satisfied with that.
Daniela let go of your throat before she raised her hips just slightly, her eyes being on yours before they trailed down lower. You watched her gaze, following once you felt her hand go over your bulge. She didn’t tease you at all, pulling the fabric up and over your cock, her mouth practically watering as she watched it bob up and against your stomach; a little bit of pre cum flicking from the movement.
She took a hold of it, slowly stroking you from base to tip and smiling as she heard the harsh breath you let out. She held you tightly for a moment so she could reach underneath herself and hook a finger in the band of her panties. She pulled the fabric aside, your eyes watching the way her slick stuck to the panties. Her clit peaked out from between her lips, showing just how aroused she was.
Daniela took a second once she realized just how big you were. Thick and long in all the right places that could hit every spot she needed it to. You watched her intently, the Latina pushing your tip flush with her clit to rub it tenderly. Her eyes closed briefly, a soft sigh leaving her the more she rubbed you against her. She was using her juices to slick your cock up, dragging it nice and slow until it pressed against her entrance.
This was really happening, and you knew you couldn't back out.
You didn't want to.
With a precise angel of your cock, Daniela guided you gently into her drenched pussy that clenched as you entered. She gasped softly, only now realizing just how much you were turning her on. She removed her hand once the tip was firm inside of her, your hands squeezing tightly onto her plush ass; your eyes shutting closed. In an instant, Daniela's hand grabbed harshly at your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.
"No baby," she cooed with a shake of her head, "keep those eyes on Mommy, understand?" You couldn't even reply as she quickly took you in completely. It burned so perfectly for her, the stretch being so delightful that it had her clenching down on you. Your breathing was ragged, Daniela's eyes taking in your face; watching you clearly struggling with how tightly her walls were gripping onto your cock.
She smiled at the way your lip quivered, not wasting another second before she lifted her hips slowly only to drop down with such deadly vigor. You practically cried out, Daniela moaning before she set a steady and deep pace. Her ass made a filthy pap sound every time she dropped down onto your cock. You wanted to stare at her, but your eyes trailed towards the way your cock opened her up.
It was stretching her so well, and by the way she moaned on top of you confirmed that. Her hand went to your collarbone before she trailed it to your throat, snaking around the back and taking a gentle hold of your hair. Daniela angled your head up to meet her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, her hair hanging so beautifully. She took you in so slowly, flushing her hips with yours to circle her hips so deep and slowly.
Your hands transitioned from her ass and to her hips. You helped guide her movements, "fuck, Mommy..." your voice whimpered, your hips staring to rut up into hers. Her hold in your hair tightened, the feel of her pulling your face close to hers before she pressed her lips deeply into yours. She moaned at the taste of you, one of your arms encircling around her back to hold her almost impossibly closer.
She took the position as a sign to fuck herself onto you harder, her walls delicately dragging every thick vein your cock possessed. She made sure to purposely clench around you every time, your balls being flush with her ass every time she dragged her hips back and forth. Daniela's tongue fought hard with yours; though you were losing big time with the way your cock was already oversentive.
You could feel the way thick globs of precum foamed at your tip but getting lost in the slick Daniela produced. It was the most sensual, slow, and deep moment of intimacy you've ever had. Daniela took you harshly but gently at the same time; and the pace she sent was so foreign and deep that she managed to have her clit rubbing against your pelvis. You touched her everywhere, almost getting completely lost in the feeling.
Daniela's tongue slipped from your mouth, the Latina pulling away with a loud moan of your name. She wrapped her arms around your neck and placed her head in the crook of it. You shivered at the feeling of her lips attaching to the skin there, Daniela instantly suctioning them on a section of your skin. Your hips faltered at the feeling, but it only caused her to slam down harder with the loudest imapact.
"Fuck, mommy..."
"Feels good baby?" She laughed softly into your throat, smiling against it when she heard you struggling to answer her. She went to bouncing on your cock, making sure to only leave an inch between you so you could feel the way her walls tugged you deeper into her. You wrapped both of your arms around her, Daniela whimpering softly at the feeling of being held. You were so gentle even when being dominated.
Your hands were holding onto her tightly, the grip letting her know just how close you were. She pulled off of your throat with a lewd pop, a string of saliva breaking off when she pulled back completely. Daniela placed both hands on your shoulders; her eyes being transfixed on your face. Your mouth hung open slightly, the feeling of her pussy contracting with every bounce almost being too much.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She smuggly asked.
You nodded your head frantically, "yes Mommy, fuck... so close baby," she left one hand on your shoulder, the other going to your throat to squeeze lightly. Her hips grounded with yours, moving them in fast yet deep circles that had your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. She enjoyed watching you practically break underneath her. Her hold on your throat tightened, her thumb pressing against the fresh hickey she marked in your neck.
"I bet you are close baby," she could feel the twitch of your cock every time she dragged her hips forward into yours. You shuddered, your grip around her body tightening. Your eyes shut tightly but this time she didn't mind it. Daniela loved the way your cock stirred her insides, the thick tip pounding into the deepest parts of her. It rubbed against her cervix just right, the sensation causing her eyes to roll.
You whimpered against her, "look at you, ____," she moaned deeply, her hips picking up the pace to usher you there faster, "fuck, you fill me up so well baby." Daniela's voice came out very shaky, "you love this pussy don't you, amor?" Your whimpering told her all she needed to know, and she was in awe watching your fucked out expression. Her hold on your throat only tightened the closer you got to your end.
Your hands dropped down to her ass to rut yourself inside her, "yes baby, fuck!" Daniela shouted into the air, your hips going to pound up into her. You were right there and Daniela fucked herself down onto your cock when you fucked up into her. Her hand cut off your airflow, making your hips cease again whilst she plummeted onto your cock. "Come on baby, fucking cum inside me—fuck! Come on baby, shit!"
Her begging voice was all you needed before you felt that thick and euphoric surge of cum shoot against her cervix. Daniela released your throat and pulled you flush against her chest, "fu—fuck, Dani..." She dragged her hips harshly against your own, over intensifying and prolonging your orgasm. Daniela's hands went to your back, scrapping at the skin to mark it up in a deep red from breaking the skin.
She held you close to her, making sure her hips continued their onslaught to have you whimpering beautifully underneath her. She pulled you back and pressed your back against the headboard, making sure her grinds were harsh and deliberate so she could watch you twitch. “There you go baby, fuck you’re so sexy.” She loved watching your body jerk, your eyes being unable to stay open now.
Daniela slowed just a bit so she could ask, “can you go again? Gotta make me cum if you want me to keep talking to you.” Your breath hitched before your eyes opened, Daniela smirking at you before she decided to lift herself off of you so suddenly. The lost of connectivity made you let out a husky groan, watching how she got onto hands and knees before you. She wiggled her ass at you and turned her head, “come fuck me. Make it hurt too.”
You were still sensitive but you sat up and took a hold of your cock, it only being semi hard now. You stroked it and took one of her ass cheeks in your hand, kneading it slowly before you angled your tip to her anticipating hole. She arched her back for you, sighing satisfactorily once you settled into her; instantly flushing your hips with her. You leaned over her, your breath fanning the nape of her neck just before she moved her hair out of the way.
It was so sensual once you drew your hips back, slowly pushing back in so she could feel every inch. Daniela pushed back against you, meeting your slow thrust that had her mind hazy. Your chest was pressed firmly against her back; the Latina biting her bottom lip at the feeling of you hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your body caged hers in, your hands going over top of hers.
Fuck.
You didn’t know what you were doing to her.
Your fingers lacing with her had her on the edge already.
You pushed in deeply once, Daniela’s body jerking forward at the deep press it sent. You held yourself there, lowering your head to her neck before you started peppering her in kisses. Her pussy was so tight around you, the wetness feeling like it was trying to push you out yet her walls continuously sucked you in. The feeling was everything and you wanted her to come. Badly.
You flushed your hips with her and thrusted the blunt head of your cock against that spongy spot inside her. That feeling made her fall over onto her chest, looking as if she was trying to squirm away from you. Her body was pressed into the mattress and you followed her, “____! Fuck—fuck you’re—it feels so good, baby—fuuuck!” Your hips were flush with her ass, pulling out just a little to thrust in harshly.
Her ass shook every time you plunged inside of her, a nice ripple being the result of that. Your grip on her hands stayed firm to keep her in place, you deciding that you wanted to pick up the pace and fuck her properly. Daniela’s back arched deeply, giving you a better angle to smother her cervix with an onslaught of heavy thrusts.
Her eyes were sealed shut, that dominance she had earlier completely going away and submitting completely to you. Never did you think you’d have your crush underneath you like this, begging for you and moaning out your name like a symphony. You drove your hips into her faster, pitching a slightly different angle so your balls could impact her clit.
Daniela’s body shook with every thrust, never having felt like this with any one in her life. You hit her spot every time with no fail and you loved the sight of her scrunched up face when you pounded into her. “Daniela,” you moaned, only whimpers leaving her, “you feel so good, baby. Fuck—I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Your voice alone was driving her insane, and you could tell by the way she tightened.
You weren’t cocky, you were genuine with it all and it showed extremely well. You grounded your hips with her, letting your balls massage against her clit to give her that stimulation she needed. The thick wet sounds your cock made inside her pussy was music to your ears, alongside the sight of her squirming against your thick cock. Fuck—this was everything you needed. Everything.
You released her hands and took a hold of her hips, pulling her against you when you fucked down into her. She scrambled against your mattress, one hand reaching back to hold onto you. Instead, you grabbed it and placed it firmly against her back so you could keep the momentum going. You were close again already too, and you wanted to orgasm with her.
With the way her walls spasmed violently around you, you knew she was extremely close. Your eyes shut to bask in the feeling, “fuck you’re gonna make me cum—baby oh fuck!” Your hips slammed into her now, ramming right into her g spot that tried sucking you into her deeper. You removed your hand from her hip and leaned over her, also releasing her hand that gripped the bed tightly.
Your chest pressed firmly against her back, your hips fucking upward into her. Daniela let out a broken moan that was mixed with a sob, feeling your arms wrap around her so you could slowly thrust as deep as you could over and over again. Her body started to shake, her mouth hung open in a silent scream before her entire body locked up against yours.
“Fu—fuck!” Her voice reached a pitch you didn’t think it could, your hips stopping just for a second only to continue when she shakily reached back and grabbed the side of your hip to keep you going. “Please baby, don’t stop—fuck…” You didn’t want to overwhelm her too much but you made sure she felt everything she needed completely.
You were right there too and she knew that. She overlooked her overstimulation and started throwing herself back on your cock; your body halting to let her do so. You shook against her, feeling yourself being pulled into another wave of pleasure that made your grip around her tighten. Only then did you thrust lightly into her, a few deep and jerky movements accompanied by labored breathing.
Daniela helped you move against her, “you’re so beautiful Dani, Mommy—shit,” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you shook.
She didn’t want this to end but at the same time, she couldn’t be here all night. She had never had an orgasm from penetration alone and the fact that you were able to do it so effortlessly has her hooked. Not only that, but she has never been held so sensually during moments like that. She hoped she wasn’t falling for you because that would be too soon.
Way too soon.
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You woke up with a throbbing headache, wincing at the sight of the sunlight beaming through your blinds. It was very early and that alone let you know you had a very long night—a night that you almost forgot completely. Reaching to both sides of you, you didn’t feel Daniela’s presence there. You finally opened your eyes; sighing at the sight.
She left.
But why?
Apparently it was too good to be true and for you, that was one of the most amazing nights of physical intimacy you’ve had. It was a shame that she didn’t feel the same way because it meant everything to you. Unfortunately though, you were just a victim of a one night stand. You hated the thought of a one night stand, especially from your crush.
At least—you thought.
Your phone buzzed on your night stand. You turned it on to see what it was, a message.
“Unknown Number: Maybe Daniela Avanzini”
You quickly grabbed your phone and opened it, never having put a password on it because you didn’t find it necessary. You smiled once you opened the message because maybe—just maybe, you weren’t just a one night stand. Not even just maybe, you definitely weren’t a one night stand and Daniela definitely let you know that.
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Authors Note — okay so this may have been a little rushed at the end, but I had to get a story out lol. Hopefully it was enjoyable, sorry to the person who requested it like a month ago lmao but hopefully you liked it! I love y’all and I have a Manon story that’s almost done so hopefully I do that tomorrow! Have a great day twins!
summary: you accidentally go viral and have to convince your jealous girlfriend that no, you’re not actually going to run away with sabrina carpenter.
tags: fluff, humor, something short n funny for gags, everyone is dramatic, no beta
you didn't think tonight would end with you going viral for getting arrested by sabrina carpenter, but here you are.
the staples center is fucking packed. you're here with your publicist maria who somehow scored front-row tickets to sabrina's short n' sweet tour, and honestly? you're just trying to have a normal night. which is hilarious because nothing about your life has been normal since that netflix series blew up two years ago. you've been to premieres, award shows, done press tours across three continents, but something about concert crowds still makes you feel like a regular person. just another fan in a sea of thousands, singing along to songs about messy relationships and bad decisions.
dani had wanted to come, but katseye's in the middle of preparing for their upcoming tour and the rehearsals have been running late every single night. she'd texted you before you left—"have fun baby!! send me videos!!"—with like six heart emojis, and you'd promised to film all the best moments for her.
you're wearing the leather jacket dani got you for your birthday, black jeans, and boots that make you feel taller than you actually are. the kind of look that makes your girlfriend go a little feral if you're being honest. you'd sent her a mirror selfie before leaving and she'd replied with "fuck" and nothing else for ten minutes.
maria is next to you, filming the opening act on her phone, probably already thinking about how to spin this for your social media. she's good at her job, has been handling your career since you were nineteen and doing local theater, back before the netflix show changed everything. she's also the only person in your team who knows how to tell you no, which is probably why you haven't accidentally torpedoed your career yet.
"this is so fun," maria says, and she actually means it. she's not even working right now, just vibing, which is rare for her.
the lights go down. the crowd screams so loud you feel it in your chest. sabrina takes the stage in this sparkly outfit that probably costs more than your car, and the energy in the arena goes absolutely insane. she's performing hit after hit—"espresso," "nonsense," "feather"—and you're genuinely having the best time. you film a few songs for dani, making sure to get good angles, singing along to the ones you know.
you're so focused on getting a good video of "bed chem" that you don't notice maria elbowing you until she's practically bruising your ribs.
"what?" you ask, still filming.
"oh my god, she's looking this way," maria hisses, gripping your arm with actual claws apparently.
you glance up from your phone—you were literally just about to text dani asking if she's eaten dinner yet because your girlfriend forgets meals when she's stressed—and sure enough, sabrina carpenter is standing at the edge of the stage, microphone in hand, scanning the front row with this dangerous little smirk.
the kind of smirk that means someone's about to have their night completely changed in front of thousands of people.
you meet her eyes for a moment, and there's this flicker of interest on her face.
"well hello," sabrina says into the mic, and her eyes are still on you. "now that’s interesting."
the crowd starts screaming, sensing something's about to happen.
you raise an eyebrow at her, playing it cool even though your heart is picking up speed. this is fine. you're composed. you're—
"you in the leather jacket," sabrina continues, pointing at you with one perfectly manicured finger. "yeah, you with the whole 'i could ruin your life' energy. i like that."
the crowd fucking screams. maria has your arm in a death grip.
you tilt your head slightly, the corner of your mouth lifting in a small smirk. playing into it just a little because you're not about to look scared on camera.
"oh she's confident," sabrina says, grinning wider. "i love that. what's your name, gorgeous?"
"y/n," you call back, and your voice carries even without a mic. smooth. steady. good.
"y/n," sabrina repeats, and the way she says it sounds filthy somehow. "you know what, y/n? i don't usually do this. like literally, i never do this. but there's something about you that's making me want to break my rules tonight."
the screaming gets louder. you can feel every phone in your section pointed at you.
"what kind of rules?" you ask, leaning forward slightly against the barricade, and the confidence in your voice surprises even you.
sabrina laughs, delighted. "oh, you're trouble. i can tell. before we get into that—" she turns to her dancers, who are already approaching with the pink fuzzy handcuffs. "think we need to bring her up here?"
the crowd absolutely loses it, chanting "yes! yes! yes!"
you shake your head slightly, still smirking, playing the reluctant card even though your pulse is racing.
"don't be shy now," sabrina teases. "you were all confident two seconds ago. what happened?"
"i'm good down here," you call back.
"oh but i'm not good with you down there," sabrina says, and the innuendo in her voice makes everyone scream. "come on, baby. don't make me beg. actually, wait—do make me beg. i'm into that."
the whole arena is chanting now. maria is actively pushing you toward the security guards who are ready to help you up.
you let out a breath, run a hand through your hair—a nervous habit that you manage to make look casual—and move toward the stage. security helps you up and suddenly you're standing in front of twenty thousand people and every single one of them is staring at you. the stage lights are hot and bright and you can barely see the crowd but you can hear them, feel the weight of their attention like a physical thing.
sabrina's there, hand extended, eyes sparkling with pure mischievous energy. up close she's even prettier than on your tv screen, which seems unfair. she's glowing, skin perfect, smile devastating.
"hi," she says, softer, just for you even though the mic still catches it.
"hey," you respond, and you manage to sound calm, collected. you take her hand—her skin is soft and warm—and she pulls you closer to center stage.
"so, y/n," sabrina says, circling you slightly, looking you up and down in a way that's definitely intentional. "you come to a lot of concerts?"
"some," you say.
"you always look this good?"
you huff out a small laugh, ducking your head just slightly—the only crack in your composed exterior—and the crowd goes wild. "you're something else," you murmur, and the mic barely catches it but it's enough.
"oh i’m something else?" sabrina's closer now, right in your space. "babe, you walked in here looking like every gay panic pinterest board come to life and i’m something else?"
the way she says it, the way she's looking at you—it's a lot. you maintain eye contact though, holding your ground even as you feel heat creeping up your neck.
"you know what you did?" sabrina asks, voice dropping lower.
"enlighten me," you say, and okay, maybe you're enjoying this a little.
"you showed up to my concert looking illegally fine. like, i could actually arrest you for this. disturbance of the peace. my peace specifically." she turns to the audience. "she's disturbed my peace, right?"
the crowd screams agreement.
"so here's the thing," sabrina continues, trailing a finger along the collar of your leather jacket. "i'm gonna need to detain you for a minute. for safety reasons."
"is that right?" you keep your voice level, but there's amusement in it.
"oh absolutely. you're dangerous. i can tell." she gestures and her dancers bring over the pink fuzzy handcuffs. "you gonna cooperate or do i need to get rough with you?"
your eyebrow quirks up. "what happened to asking nicely?"
"please, baby," sabrina says, and her voice drops into this register that's absolutely deliberate. "let me put you in handcuffs in front of twenty thousand people. what do you say?"
the way she phrases it, the double meaning hanging in the air—the crowd is absolutely feral.
you hold out your wrists, still maintaining that calm exterior even though internally you're very aware that your girlfriend is going to see this. "go ahead."
sabrina takes your wrists carefully, and there's something almost gentle about it despite the whole bit. she clicks the fuzzy handcuffs on while maintaining intense eye contact. "you're being so good," she says into the mic. "i like it when they don't resist."
you let out a breath that might be a laugh, glancing away for just a second before meeting her eyes again.
"oh, did i make you shy?" sabrina teases, noticing immediately.
"i'm fine," you interrupt, and your voice is still steady.
"you're more than fine," sabrina says, then turns to the crowd. "isn't she more than fine?"
the screaming is deafening.
sabrina walks you around the stage a little, one hand on your cuffed wrists, guiding you. "so what do you do, y/n? besides walking around looking like that?"
"i'm an actress," you say.
"oh?" sabrina's eyes light up. "anything i would've seen?"
"maybe."
"mysterious. i love that." sabrina leans in closer. "you know, there's this line from this one netflix show.” she pauses dramatically, then her voice drops, sultry and deliberate. "what was it? 'i'm not good at asking permission'?"
your eyes widen slightly. she's seen your show. she's quoting your character's line—one from a pretty heated scene—and making it sound absolutely filthy in this context.
"you watched it," you say, and for the first time there's genuine surprise in your voice.
"oh i did more than watch it," sabrina says, grinning. "i studied that scene. multiple times. for research."
the crowd is losing their collective mind. you can feel your composure slipping just slightly, heat definitely visible on your cheeks now.
"that's—" you start, but honestly what do you even say to that?
"what? you thought i brought you up here random?" sabrina laughs. "baby, i clocked you the second you walked in. been thinking about this for the past hour." she turns to the audience. "should i tell her the truth? should i admit i've had a celebrity crush?"
the screaming somehow gets even louder.
you're definitely blushing now, but you manage a small smile. "this is a lot of information."
"too much? should i stop?" sabrina's close again, and her free hand comes up to straighten your jacket collar unnecessarily. "because i can keep going. i got a whole list of thoughts about you that probably aren't appropriate for this venue."
you laugh—you can't help it—and shake your head slightly. the calm composure is cracking around the edges now.
"you're trouble," you tell her, echoing her earlier assessment of you.
"takes one to know one," sabrina responds. she's playing to the crowd but her attention is fully on you. "okay, one more thing before i let you go. and i need you to be honest with me."
"alright," you say, curious.
"that scene. the parking garage." sabrina's grinning now, fully committed to flustering you. "how many takes did that need? because i feel like you were really into it."
your jaw drops slightly. that scene was intense—your character pinning someone against a car, all tension and barely restrained want. "you're really gonna ask me that right now?"
"i really am."
"a few takes," you admit, and the crowd screams at the implications. "professional reasons."
"professional," sabrina repeats, nodding solemnly. "sure. and the way you grabbed her—that was all scripted?"
"we had... some freedom to improvise."
"i knew it," sabrina says triumphantly. "god, that's so—okay, i need to stop before this gets too personal." she takes a breath, fanning herself dramatically. "you're gonna be the death of me."
you're fully smiling now.
"alright," sabrina says, starting to uncuff you. "i'm releasing you back into the wild. you're free to go. but first—"
she pulls you in for a hug. it's quick but warm, and she gets close enough to whisper—not quite into the mic but audible enough—"you're even better in person."
then she kisses your cheek, just a press of lips to skin, and the crowd loses their absolute fucking minds.
she pulls back, gives you a wink. "thanks for being a good sport. now get out of here before i decide to keep you."
you head back toward the stairs, still managing to look relatively composed despite everything.
you glance back, eyebrow raised in question, but she just grins and blows a kiss.
you sit back down next to maria, who's still filming, eyes huge.
"holy shit," maria breathes. "she quoted your show.”
you chuckle and you can't quite process it yet. your hands are slightly unsteady as you run them through your hair.
"dani's gonna kill you," maria says, but she's grinning.
"yeah," you agree quietly. "yeah, she is."
the concert continues. sabrina performs "juno" in full now, doing the choreo, and she keeps glancing over to where you're sitting, throwing little smirks your way. you maintain your composure, but there's definitely a small smile playing at your lips.
by the time you get to your car after the concert ends, you're already viral.
you know because maria shows you her phone in the parking lot and the twitter timeline is absolutely fucking flooded. your name is everywhere. clip after clip after clip of the interaction, taken from every possible angle. people in the nosebleed sections somehow got footage. there's already a youtube video titled "sabrina carpenter FLIRTS with y/n y/l/n for 10 minutes straight (FULL INTERACTION)" with 400k views and it was posted thirty minutes ago.
"oh my god," you breathe, scrolling through maria's phone since yours is currently exploding with notifications and you've learned not to look when something goes viral.
the way sabrina carpenter QUOTED y/n's show... she's been watching... she's a FAN... this is insane
THE PARKING GARAGE SCENE REFERENCE IM ON THE FLOOR she really said let me bring up the hottest scene from your show in front of thousands
y/n maintaining composure for 9 minutes and then slowly getting flustered is everything to me actually
there's already edited photos, cropped screenshots of moments that look even more intimate than they felt. someone caught the exact moment sabrina whispered in your ear and your expression is soft, a small smile playing at your lips, the stage lights catching the slight flush on your cheeks.
the edits start rolling in as you're driving home. you're at a red light when maria gasps and shoves her phone in your direction.
"don't look while driving," she says, then immediately contradicts herself, "but oh my god look at this."
it's a tiktok edit. someone set the whole interaction to "good luck, babe!" by chappell roan, with the beat drop landing exactly when sabrina ran her finger along your jacket collar. the comments are unhinged.
i know daniela from katseye is somewhere screaming crying throwing up
this awoke something in me that i'll need to discuss with my therapist
another edit, this one on twitter, has the parking garage scene from your show cut together with footage from tonight. someone added text: "sabrina's been STUDYING."
NOT SABRINA SAYING SHE WATCHED THAT SCENE MULTIPLE TIMES FOR "RESEARCH" LMAOOOOO
someone check on dani please... her girlfriend just got publicly thirsted over by sabrina carpenter
the way this is the FIRST TIME sabrina's ever brought someone up for juno and she picked y/n... like she SAW her and said i need that one specifically
the leather jacket the mysterious energy the way she barely smiled but when she did it was devastating... im unwell
you pull into your apartment complex and sit in the car for a moment, scrolling through your own phone now. the notifications are endless. instagram is a nightmare. your latest post—a selfie from three days ago—has 80k new comments and they're all about tonight.
came here after the sabrina thing and uh... hi can you arrest me too
dani better lock you DOWN before sabrina tries something
you finally check your texts. your manager is thrilled, talking about how this is "incredible organic publicity" and how your q score is probably "through the roof." your co-star is sending you memes people have already made. your sister wants to know why she had to find out via twitter that sabrina carpenter has a crush on you.
still nothing from dani.
you head inside, stopping to grab your mail even though it's just bills and a nordstrom catalog. your apartment is quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy after being in an arena with thousands of screaming people. you drop your keys in the bowl by the door, toe off your boots, and stand in your living room trying to figure out what to do.
call dani? text first? show up at their building with food and apologize for something that wasn't even your fault?
your phone buzzes. finally, a text from your girlfriend.
dani 💕: saw the video
dani 💕: all of them actually
dani 💕: every angle
dani 💕: enhanced footage
dani 💕: slow motion replays
dani 💕: the one where someone zoomed in on your face when she quoted your show
oh no.
you: baby i can explain
dani 💕: the girls are having a FIELD DAY with this
dani 💕: manon is doing a dramatic reenactment
dani 💕: sophia won't stop laughing
you: im so sorry
you: it just happened
you: she picked me i didn't volunteer
dani 💕: she said she's had a CELEBRITY CRUSH
dani 💕: she QUOTED your show
dani 💕: the parking garage scene???
you: i didn't know she'd seen it
you: i was just trying to stay calm
dani 💕: we're talking about this when you get here
dani 💕: the girls want to talk to you for "investigative purposes"
dani 💕: aka they want to roast you in person
dani 💕: be here in 20
you grab your keys again and head back out to your car, stopping at in-n-out because showing up empty-handed seems like a bad strategic move. you get enough burgers and fries for all six girls plus extras because you're not above bribing them.
the building is quiet this late, but you have a visitor pass that gets you through security. the woman at the desk recognizes you—you've been here enough times—and she's smirking.
"saw the video," she says. "all ten minutes."
"please don't," you respond, and she laughs.
you take the elevator up to the fifth floor where the practice studios are, following the sound of voices and laughter down the hallway. studio 3 has light spilling out from under the door. you balance the in-n-out bags in one hand and knock with the other.
the door flies open. sophia stands there, phone already out and recording.
"the celebrity crush has arrived," she announces, and you hear everyone inside crack up.
you walk in to find all of katseye sprawled around the studio. dani's on the couch, arms crossed, but you can see she's fighting a smile. manon is literally on the floor. lara's got her laptop open with what looks like the twitter trending page pulled up. yoonchae is eating chips. megan's watching you with undisguised glee.
"i brought food," you offer, holding up the bags.
"oh she brought BRIBES," manon says, sitting up. "this is serious."
you set the food down on the table and everyone descends on it immediately except dani, who stays on the couch, watching you with an expression you can't quite read.
"so," megan says around a mouthful of burger, "sabrina carpenter has a celebrity crush."
"apparently," you say carefully.
"on you," lara adds, turning her laptop so you can see a tweet thread analyzing every moment of the interaction. "specifically you."
"she's never brought anyone up for that song before," sophia says. "we checked. like literally never. and then you show up and suddenly she's breaking her routine."
"and quoting your show," yoonchae adds. "the sexy scene."
"okay but in her defense," manon says, and you feel a moment of hope that someone's on your side, "that parking garage scene was really hot."
"not helping," dani says, finally speaking, and her voice is tight.
the other girls exchange looks. there's a beat of silence.
"we'll just... go eat these in the hallway," manon says, grabbing the food bags. "give you two some privacy."
they file out, but not before sophia mouths "good luck" at you and megan makes a praying hands gesture. the door closes and then it's just you and dani in the studio, the mirrors reflecting the two of you, the space suddenly feeling much smaller.
"dani—" you start.
"ten minutes," she says. "she flirted with you for ten minutes."
you move to sit next to her on the couch, leaving some space between you, not sure if touching is allowed right now. "i didn't encourage it."
"you looked at her with that look," dani says, and there's something in her voice you can't quite place. "the one that made me fall for you."
your heart squeezes. "i was just trying to stay composed. you know i don't like being on the spot like that."
dani observes, “you were... smooth. confident. and then when she quoted your show you got all soft."
"because it caught me off guard! i didn't expect her to have actually watched it."
"three million views," dani says, staring at her hands now. "the main video has three million views and it's been five hours. everyone's talking about how perfect you two looked together."
you shift closer, reaching for her hand carefully. she lets you take it, which feels like progress. "dani, look at me."
she does, and her eyes are a little glassy.
"i was thinking about you," you say quietly. "when i was up there, when she was doing all that, i was thinking about how you were going to react. i wasn't swept up in some moment with her. i was just... trying to get through it without looking completely awkward on camera."
"you didn't look awkward," dani says. "you looked—" she stops, swallows. "you looked good. really good. and she noticed. and now everyone else notices."
"i don't care what everyone else notices," you tell her. "i care what you think."
"i think—" dani's voice cracks slightly. "i think she's sabrina carpenter. she's beautiful and talented and she has a crush on you and she's not afraid to show it in front of thousands of people. and i'm just—"
"you're my girlfriend," you interrupt firmly. "you're the one i'm in love with. you're the one whose tour rehearsals i show up to even when i've been on set for twelve hours. one pop star flirting with me doesn't change any of that."
dani's quiet for a moment, then: "the internet thinks you should date."
"the internet thought i was engaged to my co-star last month because we hugged at a premiere. the internet is wrong about a lot of things." you squeeze her hand. "including thinking anyone could compare to you."
that gets a small smile. dani leans into your side and you wrap an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"the parking garage scene though," dani says, and there's a hint of amusement now. "she had to bring up that one."
"it's a good scene."
"it's a hot scene. you pinned that girl against a car."
"it was acting."
"you improvised some of it," dani points out, echoing what you'd admitted on stage.
"okay yes, but—"
"how many takes?" dani asks, and now she's definitely teasing.
"you're really gonna ask me that too?"
"i really am."
you huff out a laugh. "a few. and before you ask, yes, the director wanted us to really commit to the tension."
"mm-hmm," dani says, but she's smiling for real now. "and now sabrina carpenter has watched it multiple times for 'research.'"
"that's not my fault."
"it's a little bit your fault. you're the one being all mysterious and attractive."
"you like when i'm mysterious and attractive," you point out.
"i do," dani admits. "i just don't like when other people notice as much as i do."
you sit like that for a while, the practice room quiet except for the muffled sound of the other girls talking in the hallway. your phone keeps buzzing in your pocket but you ignore it.
"manon's reenactment was pretty accurate though," dani says eventually. "she borrowed sophia's pink scarf as handcuffs and did the whole 'you're being so good' thing."
"oh god."
"and megan played you. she did the mysterious eyebrow raise and everything. it was disturbingly accurate."
"i'm never coming back here."
dani tilts her head up to look at you. "yes you are. you're my girlfriend and you're stuck with us."
you kiss her properly then, soft and sweet, trying to communicate everything you can't quite find words for. when you pull back, she's smiling for real now, the tension from earlier dissolved.
"but if sabrina carpenter follows you on instagram," dani says, "i'm allowed to be dramatic about it."
"that's fair," you agree.
the door opens and all five girls tumble in, clearly having been listening from the hallway.
"are we good?" sophia asks. "because i have so many more jokes prepared."
"we're good," dani confirms.
"oh thank god," megan says, pulling out her phone. "because you have to see this edit someone made where they put the parking garage scene side by side with tonight and the chemistry is identical—"
and just like that, you spend the next two hours being roasted by your girlfriend's groupmates while eating cold french fries and watching every possible angle of your viral moment. manon does her reenactment three more times, each one more dramatic. sophia finds a thread analyzing your "rizz” like it's a scientific phenomenon. lara discovers someone made a youtube compilation of "every time y/n almost smiled" set to dramatic music.
it's mortifying and hilarious at the same time.
your phone buzzes around 1am. you're half-asleep on the couch, dani curled against your side, when you blearily check the notification.
it's instagram.
sabrinacarpenter started following you
you stare at the screen. blink. stare some more.
"oh fuck," you whisper.
dani stirs. "what?"
you show her your phone. her eyes go wide, sleep disappearing immediately.
"oh FUCK," she says, sitting up.
WAIT SABRINA CARPENTER JUST FOLLOWED Y/N ON INSTAGRAM??? she really said that wasn't just a bit i actually want to know her
oh dani is BIG MAD right now i just know it
sabrina said that ten minute flirtation wasn't enough i need daily access to her content
someone check on dani... babe blink twice if you need help
the way sabrina IMMEDIATELY followed her after the concert... she didn't even wait... down bad behavior
you look at dani. she looks at you.
"don't follow her back," dani says immediately.
"i wasn't going to!"
"good."
"but also isn't that kind of rude?"
"be rude!"
you turn your phone off. problem solved.
"i'm deleting instagram," you announce.
"dramatic," yoonchae comments from her spot on the floor.
"justified," dani counters.
the night dissolves into more teasing, more edits being discovered and dramatically gasped over, more screenshots of unhinged tweets. someone finds a tiktok of a girl explaining the entire timeline of events like it's a true crime documentary.
"they work fast," megan observes, watching the video essay.
"too fast," you mutter.
by the time you finally leave the building—sun starting to rise, exhaustion making everything feel slightly unreal—the internet has moved through shock, chaos, memes, and is now in the deep analysis phase. there are threads about your "relationship history," articles being written with headlines like "who is y/n y/l/n? everything to know about the actress sabrina carpenter couldn't resist," even a poll asking if people think sabrina has a chance.
(73% say no because they think you're dating dani. 27% say they'd make a hot couple anyway. you don't know how to feel about those statistics.)
you drive home in the early morning quiet, dani in your passenger seat scrolling through her phone and occasionally showing you particularly funny tweets, and somehow it all feels okay. chaotic and weird and very public, but okay.
"hey," dani says as you pull up to her apartment building.
"yeah?"
"next time maria gets concert tickets, i'm coming with you."
you laugh, leaning over to kiss her. "deal. no more sabrina carpenter concerts without supervision."
she gets out, blows you a kiss through the window, and you watch her head inside. your phone is still off. you're sure there are hundreds more notifications waiting, more tweets, more edits, probably morning talk shows are already preparing segments about it.
but right now, driving home through empty la streets with the windows down and the sky turning pink, you're just you. not a viral moment, not a meme, not someone's celebrity crush—just you, tired and happy and deeply in love with your girlfriend who gets jealous and protective and makes you feel more seen than any amount of internet attention ever could.
(maria texts you three days later with tickets to olivia rodrigo.
you make a mental note to maybe avoid concerts for a while.
megan, the vice president of d.a. university's Alpha Chi Omega sorority, led herself to a newfound interest in the nerd from her statistics class. with the events of being paired with you for tutoring sessions and the revealed fact that you were packing beneath your baggy jeans, megan took it as a mission to get you under her grip (and on top of her body).
warnings?: an actual plot, brief lecture on statistics (you're welcome), reader has hyperspermia, somewhat detailed & long smut | sub!gp!reader & dom!megan, risky jobs — handjob & blowjob (r receiving) | smut — fingering (megan receiving), p in v, oral sex, implied breeding kink, penis referred to as "dick" and "cock", vagina referred to as "pussy" and "cunt".
wc: 12,800+
a/n: this DEFINITELY doesn't need to be as long as it is. i'm sorry guys.
…
math wasn't megan's best subject; it never was.
between trigonometry, statistics—even basic algebra—megan couldn't never put two and two together with the numbers. from freshman year of high school to junior year of college, math was the subject that stuck out like a sore thumb on her transcripts.
she wasn't even sure how she kept getting placed in math classes anyway; it wasn't like her major was math-focused to begin with. either way, her professors' attempts at improving her grades never succeeded, from one-on-one sessions that were dead ends to the free tutor groups in the library on the weekends, and her friends had given up long ago.
but those efforts were never necessary anyway, because megan never cared about how terrible she was at math—she had better things to tend to than to know an isosceles from an equilateral. being the vice president of Alpha Chi Omega wasn't the easiest task, and she would rather spend her nights coordinating the girls on the sorority's monthly events than cram on a statistics textbook.
"megan, meet me after class." she was greeted by her professor as she entered, followed by her friends lara and sophia, who turned to give her 'ooh's'. megan only figured it was another tactic that her professor had devised to get her ahead in the class, and she groaned at the idea of more late-night studying sessions and endless tutors that taught basic math as if it were quantum physics.
the girl, upon making it to her seat in the third row, began to zone out from her friends' conversation. however, a simple inquiry from her professor perked her head up toward the front of the room.
"y/n, meet me after class." the professor spoke, the same words told to megan moments before now being told to you. megan's gaze averted, landing on your figure to see your head nodding as you continued to your seat.
you weren't someone new; megan had noticed you here and there because it wasn't the hardest thing to do. she knew you as the mathematics geek stuck in an introductory statistics class because one of your credits didn't transfer. on the first day of class, you solved a math problem that the professor knew would take the other students at their levels days to solve.
you? solved it mere minutes after he wrote it on the board.
from then on, for every problem that the professor wrote, your hand was the first to shoot up to solve it without batting an eye. every. single. time. and it made megan roll her eyes every. single. time.
she never liked try-hards; she found them the most insufferable people to ever exist, having come across many in the span of her academic career to know that the way they acted was even more intolerable. but you, she didn't know if it was the way your glasses framed your face or the slightly boy-ish outfits you'd wear some days, but she'd find her eyes lingering on you from time to time.
from beside megan, lara snorted, "sounds like professor murone is on his last attempt." she had also caught wind of his words to you, and it didn't take lara more than a second to put two and two together.
"what?" megan turned to her, who, in turn, gave megan a look of disbelief. "are you serious? he asked you, the dumbest girl in the class, and y/n, the smartest girl in the class, to stay after. he's obviously going to pair you two up."
“i don’t think that’s gonna happen,” megan mumbled, scratching her head. “she’s already tutoring, like, the entire class; i'm just about positive he's not gonna force her on me."
lara could only shrug, ratting out a "well, don't let me say 'i told you so,'" before turning back around in her seat as the professor called for the attention on him. the girl let out a huff, eyes trailing to you once more in your seat, pulling out your notebook and ipad with not a clue of a knee-weakening gaze on you. you adjusted your lower body, thighs moving together in a maneuver, as if you were feeling uncomfortable. with just a shift of her gaze down, megan could tell almost immediately that despite the bagginess of your pants, the crotch area tightened when you sat and grabbed you in the wrong place.
the class itself was like any other. professor murone rambled on about himself, maybe his successful fishing trip over the weekend or how the school's college football team won their last game, all while everyone zoned out on their phones and some rested their eyes from the doom that was an eight a.m. class. he only called for everyone to get their items out when the class was nearly over, with about fifteen minutes to spare, before he started the lecture on determining statistical hypotheses that megan became lost in almost immediately.
while megan was lost, you were locked, having spent the time of professor murone's spiel about his personal life to rebrief yourself on the lesson from the previous class. you wrote heftily on your ipad, the electric pen making example graph after example graph on a draw sheet while you also alternated to your notebook, writing down important notes that would be indented into your mind before the class ended.
"it's about 9:15; we will unfortunately have to resume this next class. i will see you all..." the professor drifted off, checking his wall calendar before returning with a swift smile, "on thursday."
megan was the first to make it to his desk, having packed up fairly quickly due to the lack of items she used throughout the class session, as you continued to pack up your color-coded highlighters. professor murone only shot her a smile, fixing up the paper stacks on his desk—likely waiting for his TA to get to work on them—before you found yourself standing beside megan, a decent space between you two thanks to your awareness.
the professor then shot a smile to you, adjusting one last paper stack before taking a seat, hands clasped together. "megan, you have a bit of trouble in this class, as we've discussed before," it didn't need any reminiscence for the two to collectively be reminded of performance, with megan's only talks with the professor solely being about her grades. "y/n here just finished tutoring three people, and she was my last resort because of how busy she can get."
you had your eyebrows furrowed, unsure if the professor was going in the direction you thought he was. you never minded tutoring anyone, but your professors always made sure to assign you to other students that cared about improvement but just couldn't get there alone. you were aware of the people you found yourself around, and megan was not someone that was more worried about her math performance than what to wear at the weekly friday-night sorority party that ended with her and a random frat boy in her bedroom, the door locked behind them.
"i'll just get to the point here." professor murone noticed the shift in your facial expression and the lack of interest in megan's, "i want y/n to tutor you for a trial week to see if there's any connection or improvement in your grades. she's an excellent tutor, megan, so please give it a try."
he knew that he couldn't force megan to put up with you, and you the same. this wasn't high school—he couldn't make a call home to megan's mom and force her into after-school tutoring sessions (which unfortunately did happen to her at some point), so he could only sit there and pray with whatever patience remained in him for megan to allow you to help.
you weren't even up-to-date on this apparent arrangement, and professor murone was talking about it to megan as if you had agreed to it beforehand. you scratched your head, peeking over to megan to see her eyes already on you, an unreadable expression on her face, before her head turned back to the professor. "okay."
"i understand th- wait, yes?" the professor, waiting to go on a spiel about how megan needed the tutoring and her declining the help wasn't going to do any good, suddenly paused. he seemed almost appalled at megan's haste to agree, normally having to talk the girl into accepting tutors because she almost despised them.
you let out a small, disgruntled gulp from your throat, clutching on to the strap of your backpack. your blue-light glasses bounced off a navy blue color, slightly covering your eyes as a whole, so the professor couldn't determine your expression exactly. yeah, you were a nerd, but you weren't blind—you were just sensitive to bright lights.
megan took a shift in her stance, adjusting her shoulder bag while rotating her body, a motion to leave. "yeah, i'll do it." she spoke those words as if she had never made any rebuttals before turning to you, gazing her eyes up, then down, then back up to your face. you figured she was judging you—given her high position in the school's most notable sorority, which wasn't something you necessarily cared about to begin with—and you could only wait for her to say something or leave, accustomed to judgy glances by that point in your college time.
in reality, however, megan's pit stop of her eyes on the lower portion of your body was largely due to the creeping bulge outlined on your pants, despite the slight bagginess. by this junior year, megan was a pro by now at determining sizes just through clothes—you could call her an experienced whore for it, but she was simply observant—and it didn't take more than a second glance for megan to see that you weren't hard; you were just big.
"you can get my number from the bulletin board inside academy hall. give me a call, hm?" a sweet tone laced megan's voice. with a swift turn in her doc martens that cost more than your entire thrifted outfit, she was out the door, leaving you behind with a mumbled, "yeah." you didn't notice the shift in her tone, her voice already sweet like honey that made you genuinely question your dislike for sorority girls, but it surely was there.
"professor murone..." you turned to the graying man, his hands quick to go up in a quick defense toward his actions, like he knew he was wrong for it. "you're the smartest one in the class, y/n, probably in the entire hall. you help people get their scores from in the thirties to near one-hundreds." his quick attempts at flattery weren't enough to soothe your disappointing gaze, not being allowed a word into the conversation to give a chance at refusal of the arrangement. "if megan can't improve from you, she can't improve from anybody, and i'll stop."
"we have an exam next week. if megan has no improvement, you're free to end the tutoring. just one week, y/n."
...
"you're lying." yoonchae let out a nasty laugh, nearly choking on her energy drink while you told her the news. you had only just exited the hall, with yoonchae always there to wait for you after your class with professor murone every tuesday and thursday, taking the time to grab food and hang out before she was off to her own respective class. you only groaned; the slump of having to tutor a girl who clearly did not want to be tutored, combined with the sun's heat beating down on you as you stepped outside, put you in a bad mood.
"i'm not. professor murone didn't even mention it beforehand, no 'hey, can you tutor this dumb-ass sorority girl?' or even a heads-up!" your voice showed yoonchae you were more than agitated, angrily pulling out your wallet as you stopped by a campus student store to buy a monster in preparation for your next class.
with a sharp right turn into another pathway, yoonchae realized the unfamiliarity of the path while she mindlessly followed you. it was tradition to stop by the dining hall for lunch hour, and the girl had been thinking nothing but of her alfredo pasta all morning. "hey i think yo-"
"we have to go to academy hall." you spoke simply, cracking open the monster while taking reroutes here and there if it meant catching even the slightest of sidewalk shade. yoonchae was quick to protest, whines about potentially missing her meal ringing in your ears, before a question perked up. "but why though? what business do you have being in a communications hall? that's like frat bro and sorority sister mania in there."
you let out a slight snort at the jab, hooking yoonchae under your arm, "그래서 우리가 거기로 가야 하는 거죠, 칩." [that's why we need to go there, chip.]
yoonchae, quite arguably your best friend—no, she was not your only friend—was the freshman international student when you were a sophomore. you were quick to befriend her with the little korean you knew from taking a class or two in high school, catching her running from hall to hall trying to find her correct class, and the last thing you were going to do was let her embarass herself any further.
now, in the middle of your junior year and yoonchae's sophomore, the two of you basically knew everything about one another, complimentary to your roommate moving out three days after junior year started and rushing yoonchae to bunk with you for the year. that included your bickerings about teasings from frat boys and snobby sorority girls every time your 'cooler' friend, lara, who was active in the Alpha Chi Omega sorority, dragged you to the parties despite your pleas of refrainment.
you continued on, "she told me to come get her number from the bulletin board in the hall." as quick as a... kat, yoonchae snapped her head toward you with eyebrows raised, nudging you with her elbow. "as in her phone number? isn't that breaking your personal code of 'no numbers, only instagram' or something like that?"
you did have your own personal barriers of giving your phone number out to people you were only going to communicate with for a short period of time, referring to instagram instead, and paying no mind to the loss of a follower on your page every time you finished a tutoring job. in this instance, however, you were too beyond ignorant to your personal code, "do you want me to argue with the vice president of the amazing Alpha Chi Omega sorority over a phone number?"
the korean could only hum in response, finding herself standing in front of a bleak bulletin board in academy hall. eyes were locked onto a baby pink flyer that stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the board, the words "ALPHA CHI OMEGA INFO" displayed across the top line. with a look down, sure enough, "FOR CONTACT: SOPHIA LAFORTEZA - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX & MEGAN SKIENDIEL - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX" was displayed in bold letters down below, and you could only itch at the idea of displaying personal information so publicly.
"so you're seriously gonna text her?" yoonchae looked shocked after seeing you jot down the numbers in your phone app, leaving the number unsaved. you were quick on your feet, shoes spinning a 180 and heading back toward the door. "what other choice do i really have? chances are she won't even reply anyway."
yoonchae was bound to make more comments, but a simple comment from you about finally heading to the dining hall was enough to shift her perspective from your turmoil with the sorority girl to her sweet alfredo pasta that she craved. you could only chuckle at the girl, a topic of conversation switching to other friendly manners, too indulged in conversation as you entered the dining hall to disregard the table of sorority girls the two of you breezed past.
from behind you, sets of eyes lingered on the back of your head, with an outstretched finger pointed at you. "her."
"ooooh, y/n is your tutor." daniela talked as if a lightbulb went off in her head. the girls—megan, daniela, lara, sophia, and manon—were sat around a lengthy blacktop table, the table trademarked as theirs because it was the nicest one in the entire hall. "what other nerd could i have possibly been talking about?"
"we're on a college campus, megan. there are nerds everywhere. y/n just happens to be the most... notable... per se..." manon's words drifted off, shifting to focus on chowing down her food while daniela sent a nudge to her shoulder, getting the reference that manon was implying. but megan didn't, looking between the two girls with confusion laced on her face. "what are you talking about?"
both daniela and manon sent out mumbles, small smirks etching their faces, as if though they'd burst out laughing if they tried to say anything. sophia rolled her eyes at the girls, setting down her drink before slightly leaning over the table. "she's got a reputation because someone who slept with her at a house party freshman year posted about it on the school's reddit page and branded her as 'big dick nerd'. i think that's self-explanatory."
branch out, they said. you're away from home, do whatever you want, they said. being a freshman and still a virgin is embarrassing, they said. after that entire fiasco, then, did it only make you realize you should probably stop listening to other people.
the two girls couldn't hold it anymore at sophia's deadpanned tone and laughed hard, almost resembling hyenas, which led to lara swatting her hands at them. "everyone's staring!"
"and stop it, guys. that's my friend, you know." lara continued, criticizing the girls with a mean stare to combine. "she didn't like being called that, and I'm sure you wouldn't like being branded a name by your pussy, manon."
"why are you only targeting me?! dani was laughing too!"
megan's eyebrows remained darted up at the filipina's words, trying to chase her memories of any recollection of that name, but couldn't remember anything about it, strangely enough. megan was the go-to for campus gossip; it bewildered her that an easy target was in her statistics class all along, and she had no clue. it felt like wasted time.
sophia had slumped back down in her seat, eyes scanning megan's face before letting out a groan. "i know that look on your face, mei. she's not easy. other girls have tried since then, but ever since that blog post, she's shut down every attempt thrown at her."
but megan didn't pay any true mind to sophia's words, a finger curling at her lips and an unspoken 'shh' at sophia was done. "fifi, you're talking to the girl who's never been rejected before—i've had a literal frat boy bark for me 'cause i told him to. i'm sure i can get in there." megan spoke as if it were so matter-of-factly, but sophia only shot her down again. "frat boys are the definition of easy, megan. y/n's not a frat boy, she's a nerd that spends all of her time either in class or with that one girl that makes me feel motherly whenever i see her."
with a few more bickerings back and forth, the girls inevitably moved past the conversation. undeniably though, with a check of her phone every couple of minutes, a lack of an unsaved number texting megan made the girl itch.
the text didn't come until later that night, around seven-thirty, and you had sent it off without a second thought. you were only reminded of it when yoonchae brought it up, the korean already dressed in her pajamas while you lounged around, promising to watch an episode of some k-drama with the girl before you headed to the library.
when the episode eventually ended, you gave yoonchae a friendly head kiss before exiting the dorm, figuring you'd come back around nine and find the girl already passed out. with your backpack slung over your shoulder, you barely took three steps into the hall before your phone dinged.
megan, who was in a meeting with the girls in the house's living room when she got your message, almost sprang out of her chair when she realized it was you and not the fifth boy that day sending another "wanna link tn?" message. she disregarded the freshman girl who was trying to give her two cents in on an upcoming community project, calling the meeting to an abrupt end and leaving the living room, stomping upstairs, and zooming into her room.
your eyes narrowed when you read her messages. what was she playing at? nevertheless, your nightly study session was now to be pushed back another day to cater to a girl who you felt was bound to waste your time.
it's not like you mean to be harsh about it—you usually never judge people based on their affiliations—but you were so fed up with this coming year and your past experiences at the college that you found yourself putting your own morals aside. besides, the embarrassing name you were branded with all of freshman year that referred to your genitals was brought on with none other than some random sorority girl who entrapped you in her game that one night, and they've all left a bad taste in your mouth ever since.
you halted for only a second, sending off your reply before pocketing your phone and carrying on to the library.
megan groaned at the messages, shutting off her phone and putting it aside as she sat at her vanity. study session or not, she wouldn't dare begin her plan of seduction while looking like a call-of-duty zombie, or so she thought about herself.
by the time you had made it to the library, beginning to unpack your materials at an empty table, megan stormed in only a minute later. she basically burst through the door, quick to change her demeanor, and proceeded to walk in casually as if she didn't just do a 65 in a 30 to get there. her tote bag was slung across her shoulder, and ring-covered fingers fixed pieces of her hair as she made her way over to you.
she was dressed as if it were more than just a study session—a tight black long-sleeve with a grey skirt that would for sure ride up and show off her ass if she did any sort of bending, combined with her signature doc martens. she made you feel underdressed, sporting black sweats and a plain white tee that hugged your arms nicely, but you knew your clothes didn't matter.
you didn't say anything at first when she sat down, pulling out your own statistics textbook and notebook, only looking up when you realized she had yet to make any other movement. her eyes were already on you, head cocked a little to the side, as if she were watching you with a sort of false adoration, and it made you furrow your eyebrows.
"are you gonna pull out your own textbook? or do you think studying happens merely by osmosis?" you quipped up, and all megan did was nod, eyes never tearing from you. her eyes were big, pupils at large to stare at you, and you could tell from the movement within her mouth that she was running her tongue along her teeth. megan was a beautiful girl—you couldn't lie about that even if you tried—and though you were accustomed to stares, hers made you feel a little bit uncomfortable... in a good way.
"what's osmosis?" and right there had ended your train of thought, snapping you back into a proper mindset. you only shook your head, muttering a small "get your textbook out" before flipping through your own book. "what page?" she asked, pink streaks of hair slightly covering her face. you sent her off with a number that took her fairly too long to get to, despite the page numbers being displayed at the bottom-right of the textbook.
"so... where are you from?"
"megan."
the girl shot her hands up, a coy smirk playing on her lips, but you weren't amused in the slightest. you didn't know what game she was playing at, and you weren't exactly sure you wanted to find out. "i'm not here to waste my time, megan. if you're not gonna try, i'll just end this."
despite megan's coyness and the smile that never left her face, she could see your despair and how you weren't one for foolishness, and she voluntarily weakened the smirk on her face to where the corners of her lips were quirked up. "I'm going, I'm going..."
the next hour was filled with moments of seriousness, teasing, and dumb questions that you tried your hardest not to cringe at because of how sincere the girl sounded. megan was sly in her actions, what she said, or how her hand lingered on yours when she asked to borrow your highlighter. one thing that megan wasn't sly in, however, was the distance between you two.
it started between the two of you at a small table. you sat at one side, and megan sat at the other, the distance not too far to begin with. then, it was as if every time you looked up at the girl, she inched closer and closer, until she got fed up with her slow progress and stood up, grabbed the back of her chair, and planted it right beside yours.
"do you normally sit this close to your tutors?" you weren't shy to call her out, a pen in your grasp as you created a line graph to use as your next example. megan merely let out a short giggle, using a half-assed excuse to bypass your curiosity. "i just want to see your graphs closer, that's all."
"right... here, i want you to do this equation. out loud." megan gulped. "it references everything i just went over. if you can't do it, you weren't paying attention." she gulped even harder. you slid your notebook with the equation over to her, which wasn't a far slide given that she was right next to you. you watched how her eyes scanned over the problem, how they furrowed, and how she gave up with a groan and her hands on her face. she came there to get you under her, obeying her every word, by the end of the night, and not to become frustrated once more at math. "i don't know- but it's because all of this terminology is so confusing!"
megan expected you to be mad, having not only interrupted what was supposed to be your own solo study session, but proving that despite your efforts, megan still found herself lost. instead, you nudged yourself a little closer to the girl, looking over the own problem you created. "what part are you lost on?"
"this hypothesis stuff, rejections or acceptances or whatever it is."
"here, turn your chair." you grabbed the notebook, and with megan following your orders, the two of you sat facing one another, knees touching with no particular reason behind it. you turned the notebook to face megan, your head down in order to give proper instructions.
"the null hypothesis is H0, and the acceptance or rejection of the hypothesis is based on the outcome of the p-value. see here," you pointed at the p-value, which you already calculated. "to accept the hypothesis, the p-value has to be above 0.05. is it?"
megan looked to where you were pointing, reading off a 0.024 p-value, and she shook her head. "no, it's lower." she turned to you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, writing down in the notebook. "so, for this equation, the hypothesis is rejected. get it now?"
megan still shook her head, looking over the work you just went through. "yes, but i know how to calculate the p-value and all, but i don't know how i'm gonna remember this all..." a part of megan's failure when it came to math was being unable to remember equation formats for some reason, and many people teased her for it. "you can remember how to make those stupid origamis that you disrupt my class with, but you can't remember an equation?" one of her high school math teachers had told her once before, and it made her feel dumber.
you scratched your head, searching for former tactics that you had used on your previous students, when you remembered a joke your advanced statistics teacher had told before back in high school. "megan, see what the null hypothesis represents? what does that say?"
"h-zero," the girl replied shortly, looking at the notebook for assistance. "now... what does it kind of look like when i write it like this?" and on the notebook, you wrote down the zero into an 'o'.
"h...o.... hoe?" you gave a short laugh at the absurdity, but nevertheless nodded at her.
"if the p is low, reject that hoe."
megan looked at you blankly, taking in what you had said before bursting into a giggle fit that surprised even her, and you merely nodded. "what?!"
"look, if the p-value is low, aka less than 0.05... you reject the null hypothesis... you reject... the hoe. get it? i'm trying to talk your lingo to get you to understand it."
it took her a second, but for the first time since elementary school when she learned how to do simple addition and subtraction, the math finally clicked in megan's head. and right then and there, megan's plan for total seduction went out the window because, yes, she would be grateful for the idea of getting some action that night, but her finally understanding math logic was something for the history books that she couldn't ignore.
"holy crap, you really are the best tutor." megan's flattery wasn't planned that time, scanning over the notebook to double-check her understanding, and you let out a short huff. "what, did you underestimate me?"
you knew the answer—she did—but even megan knew that she shouldn't have. a five star rating on the school's tutoring website, a 4.0 gpa that everyone knew was nearly impossible to achieve with dual chemistry and biology majors, and multiple recommendation letters from past and present professors already guaranteed to you, megan should've known you'd find a loophole to help her even if you were so reluctant.
"a little... but, uh," megan's mind began to revert to its original self. she could use this as a way in with you.
"nobody's ever actually helped me understand math, and you just did. I'm grateful for you..." her words drifted off, eyes locking with yours. hers were their natural shape, slightly wide with a glint shining from them despite the dark lighting in the library, and yours were narrowed at her words.
"listen, there's a small movie night happening at my sorority house tomorrow night. not all of the girls, just some of the heads like sophia and i. i think... you should come," she bat her eyelashes at you, inching closer if it were even possible given the already-existent close proximity. you were quick on your actions, though, rejecting the offer and thinking that she was crazy if she thought you'd willingly step inside a sorority house.
"yeah no thanks. i have plans." no you didn't, but walking into a sorority house and feeling judgmental eyes on you didn't sound like the biggest fiesta out there. megan was quick in her response, already assured even before your answer that she'd have to pull in some slight persuasions.
she leaned back in her seat, preserving some distance between the two of you with a slight grin accentuating her small, chubby cheeks. "lara will be there, i know you guys are friends, so you won't be in a total swarm of strangers. consider this as my gratitude for you helping me, yeah?" she checked her phone momentarily, "i have to go, duty calls."
as she packed up, she did it slowly as to see if you'd give her an answer right then and there, to which you pondered, "how would a sorority movie night be considered repayment?
the girl couldn't hold her giggle, packing the last of her items into her tote bag before slinging it over her shoulder. "you'll... just, you'll see. bye-bye."
there was something laced in her voice at those words that you couldn't decipher, and yet, it made you want to find out.
...
"what's got you eyeing the door like a hawk?" sophia swung by the living room, catching megan's gaze locked on the door as though she were waiting for something or someone. you had texted her earlier in the day, though dryly, that you'd swing by on the premise that lara would be in attendance.
"promise not to get mad, miss prezzy?" megan's voice was sweet, earning a groan from the older girl upon flashbacks of megan inviting boys here and there unannounced to events; she didn't like them romantically, just needed a sort of... in, with them.
"don't tell me you've got a boy coming to bitch about us watching twilight again. you're already souring my mood, mei."
"no no no, not a boy... just y/n, is all. i don't think she'll complain." megan popped a popcorn piece in her mouth from the bowl in sophia's hands, spitting out the kernel that ached her teeth upon biting. she mentioned the nerd as if it were the most relaxed thing ever, failing to catch how the president's jaw dropped at her words.
"you're fucking with me, or what? how did you manage to get that girl to come here?" her tone came off in an almost-laugh, setting the bowl down on the middle table around the couches before plopping down in the solo lounge chair. megan looked almost offended at her superior's words, taking it as a sort of criticism of her skill.
"yeah, whatever. i just promised her that lara would be here for a familiar face or something like that." megan disregarded her own words, eyes darting down to her phone to check for any calls or messages. she had been doing that a lot lately, and it made the always-so-observant sophia raise her eyebrows here and there.
"you sure you're not like... interested in this girl, megan?" the filipina, mid popcorn grab, looked over to see megan staring back at her, eyes slightly bulged, and she was doing her trademark nervous lip nibble. "don't go all crazy now, I'm just asking. you seem a lot more attentive this time around, and look at what you're wearing."
"don't get it twisted," was all that megan could murmur before moving from the couch into the kitchen area, earning a short laugh from sophia. the filipina became glued to the tv, remote in hand, as she searched for the movie on prime when the familiar ring of the doorbell sounded out.
"got it!" the president shouted out, moving to stand up when a blur of brown and pink hair zoomed out of the kitchen from her peripherals. "no, i do!"
from outside, you could only hear murmurs. your palms were slightly sweaty from nerves—it wasn't solely because you were about to be around some of d.a. university's most notable sorority girls, but also because you were naturally nervous in new social situations—while you spared looks behind you. yoonchae was gracious as to walk you to the house, finding it near the more secluded library on campus where she could study.
her last remark of, "just remember that i'm nearby if you need an out," helped ease your mind, not being spared of any more self-thoughts before the door to the house swung open. you locked eyes with megan, the girl sporting a silky tight top with her push-up bra peeking out and skimpy shorts that barely met the line to cover her ass. though unbeknownst to you, the outfit was planned for the idea of you raking your gaze over her body.
and unfortunately for you, your eyes ended up betraying you.
the girl only bit her lip, moving with the door to the side. "come in, yeah?"
megan, just moments before in the kitchen, had alerted the other girls to your soon arrival. that's why, with a few steps into the house, you found five pairs of eyes staring right back at you. lara was already walking up to you with a pep in her step, embracing you in a short hug for the sole purpose of whispering in your ear, "there's no genuine way you agreed to coming."
with just a short look around, it appeared that you may have been overdressed. with megan's outfit and the other girls' mostly pink shorts, tight shirts, and overall sleepwear, your jeans with a spiderman tee and a long-sleeved undershirt stood out amongst the rest, and you nearly despised standing out.
you were urged to sit on the couch by lara, the girl directing you to a middle seat. she found comfort on your left that you mentally thanked her for, whilst megan was quick to plop down on your right. sophia, the most observant, shared a look from lara from where she found herself again on the solo chair—maybe you should create space between yourself and whatever megan has planned.
lara scooched herself away from you a little when you weren't looking.
and while lara moved away, megan was sly in her movements to move closer to you when the opening credits of the movie began, and the familiar shushing of sophia to everyone rang out. her teeth were tucked into her lip, fighting a grin when she felt the familiar breeze of the air-conditioner start to send goosebumps into her skin, a mere five minutes into the movie.
"who left the ac on? it's cold as balls in here now." manon let out the biggest groan of death and despair, being forced to move from her comfortable position on the other side of the couch to grab a blanket out from a nearby shared closet to cover herself and daniela. lara, then sophia collectively got up, sophia also peering into the closet while lara went upstairs to grab her own blanket from her bed.
fighting off her grin, megan turned to you, raking over your torso and your face. "are you cold?" now, she knew you weren't just based off of your clothes, finding your legs and arms clothed over, unlike the girls and their apparent competition to see who could show off the most skin.
and megan was the winner.
"er.. no-"
"don't worry, i'll get a blanket." and the presence by you was gone, megan lurking in the closet after sophia before pulling out a blanket of a decent size. back on the couch, she placed it over the two of you, using the excuse of, "it's not that long," to close the distance between you. her thigh was now brushing against the denim of your jeans, unclothed shoulder (aside from her bra strap) rubbing against the cheap cotton of your spidey shirt, and her hand tucked between the skin of her thighs, waiting for the right moment.
it was a short while later in the movie—when everyone else was entranced by the scene of edward preventing the car from hitting bella—that megan's hand lurked away from her own thigh and onto yours.
your eyes widened a bit at the contact, gaze shooting down to your covered thigh from the blanket, and her hand lurking underneath. you let out a short gulp—this was already past your comfort zone—and you turned to megan, whose attention was fully directed to the movie. edward was now gone and everyone was swarmed around bella.
your body became stiff under her touch, and a sense of dread came over you when she started to rub up and down your thigh. her fingers were featherlight against the roughness of your jeans, ranging down to ghost over your knee and up to your pelvis, making you gulp as you tried to lay your mind elsewhere. the last thing you needed to do was get hard off of just thigh touches.
"megan..." you whispered, loud enough for the girl to hear from beside you, but low enough to where nobody else could hear. she sent you a look of, "hm?" in the way of acting oblivious to her actions. "stop."
"stop what? i'm not doing anything wrong." her touch became even friendlier, fingertips roaming the inside of your thigh from down to the side of your knee and up to where she can feel the heat start to radiate from your crotch.
"i-if you don't stop... i'm gonna leave." your supposed threat almost came out as a whimper when ghosting fingertips turned into her palm kneading the inside of your thigh. you were still hyperaware of your surroundings—sophia, daniela, and manon had their eyes glued to the movie while lara, who had seen it about a billion times, was faced away from you on your left side, eyes glued to her phone and texting like a madman.
megan's face, now focused on you, came closer to your distraught one. "then get up and leave, say bye to everybody with that blush on your face and that tent in your pants that i caused." and as soon as she said it, her palm came up from the inside of your thigh to rest on your erecting dick being restrained by your pants. your hips pushed inward, settling a surprise to you. you had been so caught up trying to put your mind elsewhere as to not get hard, that you failed to realize that you got hard anyway.
"it's a naaaaatural reaction." you managed to choke out, hips digging deeper inward when she applied pressure. "natural reaction or not, how are you gonna fix it, hm? go into the bathroom and deal with it yourself?"
you nodded.
megan's side was now fully pressed up against yours, down to her face being close enough to tickle your neck with her breath that arguably made you even harder. "well now, when your hand is around your dick and your eyes are shut, and your mind is begging for release, my face is gonna be in your mind-"
her fingers closed around the large bump in your pants, still fully clothed, and you let out a disgruntled groan that you covered with a cough.
"-and that's what's gonna send you over the edge, my face in your thoughts while your dick is pumping out cum that could be going into me."
"so let me help you with what i've caused." megan's free hand moved to fix the blanket further over you two to ensure security, before fastening off your belt buckle in a few swift movements that left you perplexed.
"wha- here?" your voice was hastened, looking around to megan's fellow sorority sisters. you were sure the last thing they wanted was an uncalled-for show. but despite your concern, you made no move to prevent the girl from unbuttoning your jeans and pulling down your zipper. it only made her chuckle. "yeah, so be quiet."
manon, clearly comforted in her position laid over daniela's stomach, was knocked out cold despite being barely 30 minutes into the movie. sophia made no move to contact the girls, eyes still locked on the movie while she sat comfortably on the lounge chair. lara had moved by this point, faced away from you and megan and lying down while still on her phone.
the fly of your jeans was now wide open, and your legs were spread further apart, done so unknowingly by you. megan had no intention of taking it slow with you, however, and was quick to pull down your plaid boxers and see the silhouette of your cock springing out against the blanket. the girl, with a quick look around to her distracted sisters, pulled the blanket down far enough to watch your cock—long, hard, and most importantly, fiercely red with a leaking tip—spring up and hit your shirt, the cloth of where your tip hit your shirt becoming a wet patch with your precum.
wow, that girl who made the reddit post was not lying in the slightest.
"megannn." your voice came out as a whimper this time, quick to pull the blanket back over your aching dick. just one look in your direction, and the girls would see your cock out on display; the idea of that frightened you, no matter how badly you wanted megan to just do something.
"if you want me to touch you, then we do it my way." megan's voice was stern, as though your reluctance ticked her off a little because she couldn't wait any longer either. her hand came back up to pull the blanket down once more, watching your cock spring up yet again despite your fright. your dick stood tall and proud, as though it was the most sacred thing ever—which is was to an extent, given your slight inexperience—with tears of your precum dripping down your length. you were fully erect by now, your body itching for any form of contact to send you waves of pleasure, and the hold-off on that pleasure started to make you hurt.
megan brought her thumb up to your tip, pressing the pad of it over your tip, and fighting off a grin as she watched your eyes flutter closed at the contact. she swirled the pad of her thumb around your tip once before bringing it up to her lips, eye contact made with you when she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it. she finally had you now.
she didn't need to spit on her hand or on your dick for any lubrication, you already had that covered with the way your tip leaked, done so with the images of you inside of megan or the girl sucking you bone dry until you couldn't take it anymore. she shuffled around slightly, head coming to rest on your pec while your arm snaked around her waist, and her hand reached out again. this time, with a gentle reminder from her to, "stay quiet," her hand closed around your cock from underneath your tip, and you let off a groan covered with your free hand.
megan's eyes darted continuously from your cock to the girls around her, ensuring that everyone else was distracted despite the darkness of the living room, before continuing. her hand moved up and down your length slowly, going about it in a soothing manner to relieve the pain that she knew you had been feeling. she knew when she pressed the pad of her thumb to your tip, the way your cock immediately ached under that small touch of hers.
you were pretty fit as is, being able to run a sub six-minute mile back when you did high school track, and yet you still became breathless at the slow pumping of your dick by megan's manicured hand. your hand began to grip at her waist, searching for some sort of stability while you struggled to not let out a whimper or moan of sorts. you settled for throwing your head back instead, trusting megan to keep a look out on the girls while her hand was busy making a mess of your cock, her pace slowly beginning to fasten. you had to remind yourself that just one look your way from any of the girls, and they had an interesting sight to see.
your grip on the girl's waist began to curl tighter, and the two of you both knew you were close. "already? i've barely gotten started." her sensual tone that teased you didn't help you out, ringing in your ears while your hips began to betray you by involuntarily bucking forward.
"me- mm... megan, i can't cum here." your head had thrusted forward, words being spoken into her hair while holding yourself back, although you couldn't any longer. at your words, she stopped her movement, hand still clamped around the base of your dick while she pulled her head up. you breathed a sigh of relief, scanning the area to see that lara had fallen asleep as well. you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, but two of her fingers pulled your chin back down to face her.
"why not?" her breath fanned your face, eyes boring into yours with a glint so provocative that you were surprised at her calmness.
"i- because i... i- ngh," you let out a shocked grunt when megan's head dove down, lips parted, to take you into her mouth. you immediately fisted your hand and shoved your knuckles in your mouth, biting down because the warmth of her mouth mixed with the smoothness of her tongue swirling around your tip made you want to cum right then and there.
she giggled lightly into your cock while she bobbed her head, the vibrations short-circuiting your brain as your hips began to twitch, and you found yourself edging your own body, trying to fight against release. "megan, i can't cum." you repeated, outlines of your veins in your neck and forearms beginning to show from how hard you were fighting.
megan let go of your dick with a low 'pop' sound, and you never felt more relieved yet dissatisfied at the same time. she faced you, drool beginning to dribble from her bottom lip, and her lips agape as she let out unsteady breaths. "tell me why."
"i do it... a lot."
megan's eyebrows furrowed, "do what a lot? jerk off? that doesn't make you any different from me or literally anyone else."
"i- no! i rarely... help myself out." you breathed deeply, trying to express your words while your dick continued to leak and ached so bad. "i... cum a lot... like almost too much sometimes."
it was a shy thing for you to admit, and it was the reason why you didn't tend to help yourself out much. you couldn't pull the old cum-in-a-sock method or do a 'quickie' in the bathroom, or when your roommate could walk in at any moment and see you in a cum-stained mess on your sheets and body. you thought it unfair that any girl would be afraid that you'd definitely get her pregnant—or the first and last time you did a random hookup, and you managed to leak out of your condom, scaring the girl and being forced to buy her a plan b when all she did was ride you.
but megan? megan, after some time searching your face for any lies, gave you a small grin. she turned to the girls, daniela now following manon's pursuit and falling asleep while sophia was still turned away, and lara remained in the same position as before. "button your pants and go up the stairs, they won't question anything. just wait for me."
you did as you were told, buttoning up your pants despite the hurtful straining of your dick and moving to circle the couch. lara only raised her head up slightly, seeing the back of you trail toward the stairs, and she let out a sigh before turning to megan. "don't scare her with whatever freaky shit you have going on, mei."
megan only nodded, removing the blanket from herself next before retreating up the stairs and finding you at the end. without a word, she took your hand and led you down the hall until you reached a room, the door slightly cracked open.
megan's room was... something. very pink, just like her hair streaks, with dolls and other figurines littering her bookshelves (that had no books on them). her vanity was messed up, makeup bottles and brushes scattered all over from earlier when she hurried to get ready for you, and her bed- her bed was soft, seeing as though you were being pushed onto it by her.
"what do you know how to do, hm?" she moved to sit over your laying frame, the skin of her ass brushing against your clothed, rock-hard dick, making you groan. "do you know how to finger pussy?"
you gulped, fighting between telling the truth and coming off as an inexperienced nerd, or lying and embarrassing yourself. you ended up with a shameful 'no' headshake, the girl only giggling at your reaction before pushing herself off of you. she moved to the top of her bed, cushioning herself onto her pillows before grabbing your arm and pulling you toward her.
the taste of her lips when she pulled you in was sweet; her tongue flavored like a strawberry milkshake, while her hands cradled either side of your head. kissing was the one thing you knew how to do—because it was all you could do—making out for hours on end with whatever girlfriend you had in high school and denying them when they'd try to put a hand in your pants. it's also what ended your relationships.
this marked the first strange act of megan—kissing you—because that wasn't something she normally did. she hated and rejected the boys she hooked up with, trying to kiss her, lips wet from their own spit, running their tongues over their lips so much that kissing them felt dirty, and not the good kind of dirty. but you? your lips were soft, lightly glazed over with chapstick and not beer-tainted spit, giving megan a taste of vanilla and raspberry that only made her engulf you further.
and so she had you there, on top of her, with your lips interlocked while she continued to pull you impossibly closer. your hands rested on her hips, curling your fingers inward into her skin whenever her pelvis brushed against your crotch. "not just yet, baby. i'm gonna teach you something valuable right now, yeah?"
megan pushed you down lightly, allowing her to sit herself up just a bit to where she could direct you. "you're way too big for me, so you have to help me out a bit, okay?" she put her thumb to your chin, rubbing lightly, and you nodded with glazed-over eyes peering at her. it made her giggle—something she was doing a lot around you—at the idea of you being sick of her yesterday, and today you were ready to follow her every command.
"take off my shorts baby." she rested herself on her elbows, legs spread a couple of inches, and you raised your hands out. you tugged at the hem of her thin shorts, pulling them down her legs and leaving them on the corner of her bed. you met the sight of her covered pussy, the cloth of her underwear soaked by her folds, and you watched megan wiggle her hips lightly in a teasing manner. it made your stomach tighten.
"pull them to the side." her voice rang in your ears again, referring to her underwear, to which you stretched your hand with trembling fingers, curling the top of the cloth with your pointer and thumb before pulling it into the crevice of her pussy and inner thigh.
megan's pussy was glistening with wetness, alarming the unspoken fact that her teasing you was making her own self wet with need. it made you gulp with nerves, given that this was the farthest you had ever gone with anybody. "what? never seen a pussy that isn't on a screen before?" and despite her exposure, her teasing never tired out.
her teasing, along with the thoughts circling your mind about being inside of her and making her feel so good, turned your face red, a light blush remaining on your cheeks. "now, here," megan grabbed your right hand, curling your other fingers into your palm while leaving your middle and ring fingers stretched out. without another word, she pulled your hand further up and took your fingers into her mouth, tongue swirling around them for what she called 'extra lubrication', although her drenched pussy was telling her otherwise that it wasn't necessary.
she did it for her own pleasure.
you were blushing even harder now, headspace in turmoil while you began to leak more, a wet patch starting to form on your jeans. she removed your fingers with an accentuated 'pop' this time, directing your hand lower and lower until your fingers were hovering right over her entrance. "slow... no need to give me any pain 'cause you're in a rush." she mentally rolled her eyes at her past experiences, hoping you'd listen.
and you did. with a short nudge of your slightly shaky fingers, they rubbed over her entrance, gracing a short mewl from her. you nudged your hand a little lighter, feeling the warmth of her start to consume your fingers the farther you continued, stopping when she told you to, and pushing deeper when she gave you the green light until you were knuckle deep inside. "oh god... just like that."
megan felt good, and not only that, but you were listening to her every word, and that only made her feel even better. "pull back slowly, but not all the way out." her voice came out in breaths, as though she was finally getting what she wanted, and her thighs clenched when you did exactly as told. you stopped retracting your hand at your finger creases. "continue that motion."
megan settled into her pillows, her head slightly thrown back and her knees starting to retract when you began to pump your fingers slowly, but it wasn't enough. your fingers were straight and not pushy, doing mere pokes at the spot that gave her ecstasy, and although she already felt good, she knew you could make her feel miles better.
"curl." was all she said, raising her hand up and doing a curling motion with her fingers. you didn't give off a nod or a verbal response, only surprising her with the feeling of your fingers curling inside of her with every pump. and there, you became reminded of a simple act you learned in high school health, learning about sex-ed, with everyone's bored minds dozing off elsewhere while you were the only one paying attention.
while curling your fingers with every pump of your hand, you pushed upward; megan let out a whine, one too whiny even for her liking, but there, you began to hit her sweet spot. "oh, like that- yes yes yes, don't stop. faster."
like a soldier, you followed her command, keeping your fingers curled and pushing upward while simultaneously beginning to fasten your pace. your fingers slid with ease, her own slick having outdone the spit on your fingers long ago, and every pump in led with a squelching sound that was a confirmation that you were doing things right.
"fuuuuck, baby... add a third finger, please." megan's legs were twitching, trying to close in, but your free hand kept them apart while you locked eyes with a surprised gaze. "are you sure?"
"you're bigger than three fingers... i'm sure." and with that, you managed a third finger inside, retreating to a slower pace but finding it unnecessary soon enough when megan began to buck her hips up. you continued on, pumping your fingers in and out to the point where the girl's slick began to dribble onto the palm of your hand, and you could tell megan was close with the way her thighs began to twitch and how she kept trying to close her legs.
but then her voice cut in with a, "st- stop, stop!" and you halted your movements immediately, her voice ringing out in a hurried tone, and you thought you had hurt her. you took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your wrist on her thigh, "wh- did i hurt you? i'm so sorry, i-i didn't mean to, i was just-"
"shh." megan shushed you, earning a frown from you, but all she did was grab you by your shirt collar and pull you into her, stealing another kiss from you. your glasses, still rimmed on your nose, bumped the bridge of her own nose lightly before you pulled away.
"you didn't do anything wrong, i just didn't want to cum right away, 'mkay?" she was quick in reassurance, locking eyes with you, and you merely nodded your head. she tapped your cheek once, then twice, chiming out, "you're cute, now take off your pants."
though your nerves tried to take over, you cleared your mind of thoughts. you unbuttoned your pants for the second time that night, pulling them down and fully off and letting them join megan's skimpy shorts at the end of the bed. there was a more prominent wet patch on your boxers, the area soaked, and a clear outline of your tip trying to fight through the cloth. "now take your boxers off. and your shirt."
for the billionth time that night, you did as you were told. your boxers came off, quick to separate them from your jeans and megan's shorts, placing the dirty fabric elsewhere. you took off your glasses, handing them to megan—who held out an outstretched hand for them—before pulling off your shirt in one go. your body was lean, a figure that could tell you worked out, but not one that says you abuse creatine and thought cardio was for gay people.
megan almost drooled.
you tossed your shirt into the pile, only realizing after you had looked down that you were now fully exposed to megan, whose own eyes were raking over your body. you gulped, trying to distract yourself from the intimacy of the moment by trying to grab your glasses, but instead of handing them over, megan proceeded to put them on.
she was going to ask you to fuck her with your glasses on.
"do you know how to do this?" her cheeky grin as she spoke those words already told you that she knew the answer, but alas, you spoke a simple, "no."
"why not, baby? you've been through hookups before, right?" her teasing lit a fire of torment inside of you, making you cough up the answers to situations you found too embarrassing to talk about. "i-i have but... uh, they usually did the work."
"poor you, you don't even know how to use your own cock then, right?" megan's grin was almost evil, eyes narrowed behind the lenses of your glasses, and you only swallowed your words. "speak."
"no." you answered almost immediately, and you found yourself beginning to feel insecure with every second you were in front of megan, bare. "then i'll guide you again. come here."
she urged you to come closer, her hands coming to rest on your waist and pulling you in, and you allowed her to. she angled you down slightly and grabbed your cock without a single warning, making you almost jump out of your bones at the feeling. your hands came to rest on her thighs as you found yourself between them, your own cock being controlled by megan's hand while she lined you up to her entrance. "w-wait, raw?"
"i don't have any condoms, baby, do you?" that was a complete lie; all she had to do was open up her bedside drawer, and there she'd have trojan boxes of all sizes for when her occasional shitty hookup would try to play the 'came unprepared' card. nevertheless, you shook your head, and she shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world and continued, aligning you to where your tip was brushing against the skin of her hole.
"slow, honey, you're still too big." the name change between 'baby' to 'honey' made you lose control of your own mind further, along with the fact that she was indirectly complimenting your dick size. but you were excited, almost too excited for someone about to be taught how to properly hump a woman—something you should have already learned by now with a cock of your size.
"seriously, y/n, no need to feel shamed. but come on," lara chewed on her protein bar, speaking to you from outside the room. she found her dance class unfulfilling as a proper workout and dropped by your dorm room unannounced for the purpose of extending a gym invite, not thinking twice about not knocking and walking in to find you mid-change. more specifically, seeing you with your boxers mid-way down your legs and a fresh pair in your hand.
"how are you still a virgin?"
"could you say that any louder?!" you whisper-shrieked from inside your dorm room, quickly buttoning your pants and flattening out your shirt. "plus, you know i'm not a virgin."
"maybe not a virgin, but you definitely don't have the experience required to use that properly."
"thanks, sex wizard." you swung your door open, rolling your eyes at the smug look on lara's face before pushing past her, clearly embarrassed. she followed suit, speed walking to match your long strides with her bar still in hand. "seriously though, just one 'yes' from you and i can hook you up with somebody."
you let out a chuckle, scanning your campus id to enter through a door that was opposite to where lara was headed. "with one of your little sorority friends? no offense, but that's the lowest of the low."
"hey!"
"well, not you!" you were quick to clarify, all to the fact that lara was probably the only girl in Alpha Chi Omega whose room didn't stink of sex and sweat every other night. "just, don't talk about this."
"well then, let me ask you to start locking your door. it could've been yoonchae that walked in!"
it was funny, really, using sorority girls as an insult to your sexual morals, and yet you now found yourself hovering over the vice president of a sorority, completely naked. it set you in a short trance, quick to break from it only shortly after megan had rested her hands on your waist again. she was waiting for you to make a move, not complicit to the idea of having to repeat herself to someone of your character who was so obedient.
you let out a short breath, gripping the base of your dick to keep yourself aligned with megan before pushing in, eyes locked on hers with no intent of breaking contact. you watched how, with only the tip in, her mouth grew more agape by the second until you were halfway in and her eyes began to scrunch up. "keep going?" it was a simple ask that you didn't bat an eye at, but it had megan nodding profusely, and so you continued until you found yourself in an unfamiliar position—balls deep inside the vice president of the most popular sorority on campus.
"n-now... oh, fuck," the stretch that megan felt was delicious, one that had her salivating like a dog seeing meat. it was a new experience for her, feeling a stretch of pain and pleasure that she wouldn't admit to you even later, but it had her mind reeling in ways like never before. she knew that you were painfully hard, seeing the relief of finally being inside of her etched on your heavenly face, and yet you held back and continued to while you remained in her control.
it was something she adored.
megan steadied her breath, hands still locked on your hips, and her fingertips began to dig into your skin. "rock your hips back and forth. just like your fingers, don't pull out all the way." and so you followed, feeling the pull of her hands starting to guide you. your own hands remained on her thighs, plushy and smooth skin twitching underneath your fingertips, all the while you began to feel immense pleasure from a mere thrust.
you pulled back until your tip remained inside before pushing back in, feeling her slick walls warm your cock and grip you so well that it felt like heaven connecting your pelvis to hers again. "feels good, yeah?" megan was quick to laugh at the ecstasy etched on your face, eyes nearly crammed shut and your mouth let out shameless pants that you tried your hardest not to convert to moans.
you followed the motions from your fingers before, thrusting your hips forward and back in a steady pace that didn't break megan's barriers, but one that was embarrassingly quick to already start sending you over the edge. you should've figured that you wouldn't last long, fingertips beginning to dig crescent-shaped indents into megan's thighs, and your shameless pants turning into shameful whimpers as you tried to control the way your hips began to stutter.
"faster, baby, and hold it." megan's voice was high, a moan threatening to escape the depths of her throat from the steady pace you set, but she wanted more. she wanted more of your cock rubbing her walls deliciously and to see the struggle you'd endure from trying not to ejaculate inside of her. her commands made you whine, a noise that the girl enjoyed hearing a little too much, but you still followed through.
your pace grew faster, hips choosing to slam your dick into her cervix because you were unfamiliar with differentiating 'faster' from 'harder' and ended up doing both. but megan didn't mind it one bit, finding pleasure in the sudden rough pacing you set and forcing herself to capture her words from begging you to keep it up. your body had leaned forward, resting on top of megan's, and soon finding your bodies intimately intertwined.
this time was so much different from her other times. megan's had it rough before, but it was the painful kind of rough where the guy was doing it for his mere pleasure, then proceeding to get annoyed when she'd stop them because she couldn't get wet at all. megan was soaked when it came to you; however, with slick coating her inner thighs and all over your crotch. she was supposed to be the dominant one—the one in control of you and what you did—but with every thrust she endured, she could feel her care for dominance start to slip away.
the sounds ringing out in the room were beyond dirty. a mix of squelching sounds from your thrusts into her cunt, the pathetic gasps and whines you were letting out, and megan's mewls of pleasure and high-pitched yelps could be heard from a mile radius of the room. the only way megan's fellow sorority sisters could be oblivious to what was happening by this point is if they had earplugs in.
your hips were twitching like crazy by this point, your mind fogged with the feeling of megan's cunt so warm and drenched around you that you didn't care about embarrassment or noises anymore; it became evident with your desperate whines into the crook of her neck about how good she felt with your broad arms wrapped securely around her torso.
"megan... p-please." you had no shame in begging her. your muscles grew tired from holding yourself back from releasing, voluntarily edging yourself just until the girl below you could reach her own high. you continued on, "i can't hold it any longer."
"rub my clit, baby." she removed one of your arms that was secured around her, grabbing your hand with urgency and cramming it down into the space between you two. the feeling of your warm fingers rubbing her clit sent a jolt down her spine, and the small pit of heat that bellowed at the small of her stomach began to burn like crazy.
either way, it felt good. and she was getting closer.
"just like th- yes, fuck!" the coil in megan's stomach began to grow tighter with every rub of her clit from your fingers and every thrust of your cock right into her g-spot, and soon enough, the flat of her hands that rested on your back turned into arched fingers with nails digging deep crescent shapes that broke skin.
"don't stop, don't stop, do-" the coil within megan finally snapped, her vision blurring to stars and her hands scraping down your back, leaving claw marks. the signals—those of which were megan letting out the loudest ear-piercing moan and her cunt painfully squeezing your cock—were enough to send you toppling over the edge.
megan was in shock, coming down from arguably the best orgasm she's ever experienced, only to feel herself fill up with a new feeling. she calculated your groans into her neck, the way they prolonged even after her own high had already calmed. "megan..."
and that's when it struck her. that full feeling was of you—your cum, specifically—shooting into her in long, thick white ropes that painted her walls white with stickiness. your cheeks burned red from where your face remained in the crook of her neck, the intensity of the situation coming to a calm, and you found yourself in a state of embarrassment once more. you figured megan would do the same as your past hookup did before, push you off of her and freak out—maybe even kick you out.
however, megan? even with your cock still inside her, it felt like a filthy, sweaty paradise to have your cum slowly leaking out of her cunt while you were still deep inside, relishing a complete orgasm. she let out a breathy giggle, then another, while rubbing her hand over the blood-red claw marks she etched into your back, making you wince.
you made your move to push yourself up and pull your dick out of her, but megan was quick to stop you. she pushed you back down into the same position, your body lay over hers, and your face deep into her neck. "'mph, not yet." because she liked the feeling of being full of you, quite literally.
you didn't fight it—your orgasms usually took the soul out of you—and so you lay there in a pool of sweat and cum, falling victim to megan's manicured left hand soothing over your scalp and the other running along your back. it wasn't until you got your thoughts in order that reality truly struck you.
you were just taught how to have sex by the vice president of the university's most popular sorority, and now you were lying snug on top of her as she almost cradled you to sleep.
that was enough to get you up.
you were careful, though, as to pull out of her, and apologize for the wince she made when you pulled out completely. megan was sinfully stuffed with your cum, and though you looked away in shame, the girl herself couldn't be more content. "i don't know why you're ashamed."
"it's nasty."
"it's natural bodily fluid, there's nothing nasty about that." megan shot back, pulling you back to her once more to connect your lips, both stained with saliva, but megan didn't mind the sloppiness this time around. it gave you the chance to really look at her, to determine how she was thinking and how she was feeling. and instead of that sly grin that told you she got what she wanted, she shot you with a smile.
...
you hadn't talked to megan since that night, now two weeks ago, because you simply thought it was over. despite the intimacy of it all—the kisses she initiated, the way she held you close, and how she was the one to give you aftercare that night voluntarily—you hadn't texted her, and she hadn't done so either. "one and done," you told yourself, fearing that you overestimated the emotion of her actions when they meant nothing.
the girls did, in fact, become aware of what happened that night, lara shooting you texts the next morning teasing you relentlessly about it, and you didn't fail to notice the casual stare of sophia on you while you walked into the library for a study session, or the faint giggles of daniela and manon as you walked past them one morning on your way to class.
truth be told, however, megan couldn't get you out of her mind. she didn't have the advantage of your tutor position anymore, having failed professor murone's statistics exam and therefore had you removed as her tutor. she didn't make any progress either, seeing as she spent her time in his lectures staring at the back of your head while you actually did your work.
it was only seven p.m. on a saturday. you were waiting in your dorm room for yoonchae to come back from a night lab for a spiderman movie marathon, much to the koreans' dismay, when you got the message. you picked up your phone when you heard the ding, thinking it was yoonchae, when you read off megan's contact name instead.
the message was light, with no suggestive tones or emojis to indicate anything more than an extended hand asking for help, but you knew better. and unfortunately, you knew that not caving in would soon be regretted.
pairings: city girl!daniela avanzini x country!gp!reader
tags: smut, dry humping, handjob, r is strong(ish), inexperienced r, kinda bratty dani
a/n: this is my first fic in so long, and also the longest one i've ever written! not proofread, so sry for mistakes! also my first time writing gp
it was the last semester of senior year, and daniela had already gotten in to her dream college, so she had nothing to worry about.
as one of the popular girls of her school, part of a clique called the kats, she was anything but well behaved.
she’d been careful, of course, always respectful and polite to her teachers to ensure she got the highest grades, but when school got out, she was a different story.
daniela and her friends had thrown a party at her house, or better yet, her mansion, while her parents were out of town. they all got drunk and wiped out in the living room, and unfortunately were still there by the time her parents got home.
broken bottles, abandoned cups, random socks, and even a few condom wrappers littered the grounds of her house, both inside and out.
to say her parents were furious was an understatement. she gets into trouble a lot, usually always related to drinking or breaking curfew, but this time her father had enough.
so that’s how, on her first day of summer break, she wound up waking at 5 in the morning to make the long drive out to the country side to go stay with her father’s best friend and his family.
she had met the man, mr. l/n, when she was a little kid, and she faintly remembered him having a kid around her age, not that she could remember anything more than that.
“daniela, when we get there, you must show mr. l/n respect, ok?” her father said, stern, his hands gripping the wheel of his bmw suv tightly.
“but dad—“ she started to protest before he cut her off.
“ah, ah, ah. i don’t wanna hear it, young lady, you’re lucky enough that your mother and i aren’t sending you to military school. or something” before he could lecture her any farther, he was turning the truck down a worn gravel road.
dust flew up with each slow movement of his tires, and he’d definitely have to get it cleaned to get the dirt now clinging to his shiny black paint job off.
“but dad—“ you started, to which you were promptly cut off.
“look, it ain’t your fault she’s coming here, ok? but i told mr. avanzini we’d take care of his daughter”
“but don’t you remember, when we were kids, she used to take my hat and throw it in the dirt just ‘cause i called her pretty?” you tried to remind your father, now somewhat scared to meet this girl you hadn’t seen since you were about 9 years old.
he chuckled, patted your back, and looked out the window. “they’re here, best be polite to ‘em, you hear me?”
“yes dad”
the two of you walked out front of the country house. it was two stories and white with pale blue shutters around each window, the paint fresh since you had redone it about 3 months ago, simply because you were bored. you step onto the wraparound wooden porch with a soft thud of your boots, making your way to the top of the gravel driveway just in time to see a fancy car pull in.
you take your hat off out of respect, and the moment that door swings open, your hat falls to the ground.
you had been expecting some mean looking girl with frizzy curls and a bright red dress, because that’s exactly what she looked like last time she met you.
what you weren’t expecting was…. this.
daniela stepped out of the car, each curl meticulously coiled and laid upon her shoulders in a way that looked effortless but must’ve taken hours.
she had dressed for the occasion, or at least had tried to— she wore designer knee high boots, the smallest light wash jean shorts you’ve ever seen, and a white baby tee that barely covered her chest, something written on it in red rhinestones.
she pulled her sunglasses off, placing them on top of her head as she looked around. you took her in, noticing how tall the heel of her boots were, meaning she’s probably a lot shorter than you are even with her shoes on.
you didn’t have long to look at her before you were snapped back to reality by her scoff, reminding you to pick up your fallen hat.
“dad, this is funny, i get it, i fucked up, lets go home now” she said, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke.
her father stayed silent, walking around the trunk of the car and opening it to pull out her louis vuitton suitcases.
“daniela, come help with these”
she walked over, each step planned and perfect, her head held high. by the time he had helped her bring her luggage to the porch, with the exception of the one small duffel she was holding, you were being engulfed in a bear hug.
you pat mr. avanzini’s back awkwardly as he yammered on about how much you’ve grown up, and then luckily, his attention shifted to your father and they were already walking off to go have a look around.
you watched them head off until you felt something being pressed into your chest.
you looked forwards and saw daniela giving you her duffel bag, letting go the moment your arms reached to steady it.
“don’t drop it” was the only thing she said before walking into your house, the heels of her fancy boots clicking on the wooden floors.
you stand there, dumfounded and holding her bag, which was way heavier than it looked.
after a few paces she turns back to you, rolls her eyes, and says “are you gonna show me around or what? cmon farm girl, i don’t have all day”
the next morning, she comes down around noon when you’re already having your lunch, your boots dusty from the horses.
her curls fall over her shoulders in ringlets, messy but somehow still perfect. she was in a white tank top that made it obvious she had no bra on under and a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered her ass.
you do what you can to restrain yourself from looking, trying to stop the blood from rushing straight down to your dick as you look at your plate, which is empty apart from the crumbs.
“i was hoping you’d be up soon” you say with a smile, trying your best to treat her kindly because, at the end of the day, she was gonna be here. for a while.
“the horses are about ready, if you’d like to go for a ride” you tell her, standing to wash your plate off in the sink.
she scoffs, a sound you’ve become familiar with in the past 24 hours. “isn’t there anything better to do around here? like a mall or something?”
“the closest mall is about an hour away… and it’s more of a… collection of stores along the side of the road” you answer.
she groans in annoyance, sitting down in one of the chairs at the dining table.
“if you wanna get dressed, i was serious about taking you out with the horses” you offer again, a part of you hoping she’d say yes.
“absolutely” daniela says, smiling in a way that’s too good to be true.
“really?” you say, face lighting up in excitement
“yeah, when hell freezes over!” she says in that same cheery voice with the fake smile before grabbing her phone and heading back up the stairs.
it takes her about a week to finally give in.
you were outside, brushing the sides of your favorite horse. he was brown with white around her hooves, and a light colored mane and tail. you had just finished doing the other 3 horses, so you were sweating and your boots were already dirty.
you were in some old white t shirt that was a lot closer to being cream now, and a pair of dark wash jeans that were tattered at the ends, a red worn baseball hat on top of your head.
your father had announced he was going into town for the day and would be back tomorrow, something about one of his friends visiting, so the house was empty and daniela was bored.
she walked in, wearing a pair of flare jeans with a flannel top that was tied in the middle of her chest over a white crop top, and announced herself with a simple “god, it stinks in here”
“that would be the horse shit” you answer, not taking your eyes off the brush or bothering to turn and see her, assuming she was here to bother or tease you like usual.
“how do you even ride one of those?” daniela asks with a scoff, trying to sound less interested than she is.
“why, you interested?”
you smiled, finally turning to see her, your eyes raking up and down her body subconsciously.
she leaned back against the stall door, the fabric over her chest stretching tighter, and she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t checking you out either.
the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed dryly from just the sight of her, a reaction she was used to from the people she interacted with at school but somehow felt different coming from you. the way your hands were splayed over the brush, the sleeves on your arm clinging to the muscle there, the sweat dripping off your temple…
“it can’t be that hard, can it?” she finally said when she was done looking you over.
“i can teach you” you say, genuinely getting excited again though mentally preparing yourself to get shot down like usual.
“ok”
“look, i know you think horses are— wait, what?” you say, freezing and nearly dropping the brush.
“i said ok, it’s not like i just told you that you won the lottery or something, relax” she rolls her eyes and starts walking to you behind the horse.
“woah, woah, woah! rule one, never do that!” you say, quickly pulling her away from the back so that she doesn’t get kicked.
you guide the horse out of the stall, hitching it to the post outside the barn as you lay the saddle pad and then the actual saddle.
you grab the stool from the corner of the room and position it next to the side of the horse, offering her your hand that wasn’t holding the horse.
she reluctantly steps forwards, putting her hand in yours as she steps up the stool. her mind goes fuzzy for a moment, thinking about nothing other than the way your hand felt against hers— large and calloused and warm— until she’s snapped out of it by you saying “you have to take another step to get on the horse”
by the time she’s finally on, you undo the tie and kick the stool aside, swinging yourself onto the horse effortlessly, sitting behind her. you have the reins in your hands, making your arms brush against her sides with each adjustment you guide the horse to do.
the horse starts moving, faster than daniela had anticipated, causing her to lean back into you without meaning to.
she tries to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach as you go, attempting to focus on the dirt on your arms instead, but her mind keeps drifting to the fact that she actually likes the feeling of you close to her like this.
you lead the horse through the trees that start at the edge of your fields, and she hates the way her hands rest over your forearms, tightening every time the horse jolts or steps on a rock.
after about what felt like an eternity for her but was really 20 minutes, you reach a small river and stop for the horse to drink.
you dismount, then help her off and tie him to a tree. you kneel next to the river, dipping your hands in and bringing some to your face to wash off the sweat, sighing in relief of the cool water.
“cmhere” you say with a small laugh, head turning to face her.
“absolutely not” she says, though she can’t fight the smile tugging onto the corners of her lips.
“it feels good, i promise” you say, smiling, and using one of the rocks for leverage to stand.
you offer her your hand, and just as she’s about to take it, you slip.
it happens so quickly, the fall, the splash, your cry of pain.
and just as fast as it happened, she’s running over. daniela forgets her nice clothes and the fact that she’s supposed to hate you and steps into the edge of the river.
you start righting your body, but it’s clear you’re in pain, your hand clutching your wrist.
she reaches for you, her small hands finding their way to your waist in an attempt to steady you. “y/n, are you ok?” she says, helping you out of the water, her voice distressed as she guides you to sit on the ground underneath a tree.
you wince before saying “i’m fine, promise”
“don’t lie to me, i can see you’re in pain” she says, crossing her arms as she kneels next to you. her voice softens before she adds “please, let me help”
your eyes meet hers and see something you’ve never seen before— gentleness and care, and you almost can’t believe that daniela actually cares about you. you give her your hand, and she holds it tenderly, and still you hiss with pain.
“i can still ride, let’s just” another wince “let’s just get home, ok? we can take care of it there”
the moment you two step in the house, she drags you up to your bedroom and pushes you gently by the shoulders to sit on the edge of your bed.
you don’t protest, too dazed from the way she’s handling you to care.
she comes back with a wrap from the first aid box you keep in the kitchen and begins wrapping it from the base of your wrist up your hand and back down, fastening it with a pin.
“do you think it’s broken or something?” she asks, standing between your legs as you stay seated.
“no, it just feels sprained” you pause, flexing your wrist and then immediately wince at the action, regretting your movements “pretty badly though”
“you ok?” she asks, softer than before.
“mhm” you say, eyes fighting to stay on your hand instead of her.
she tilts your chin to force you to look at her, not hard, but enough that you understand she’s serious.
“look at me” her nails press into your jaw, not intentionally or painfully, but you feel it. “why are you being so weird?” she mumbles, eyes searching yours.
you swallow as she stares at you, trying to will all the blood in your body to stop from rushing straight downwards, but it’s no use.
her eyes follow the column of your throat as you swallow and continue downwards until they land on the crotch of your jeans.
“oh” she whispers, a smile forming on her face, but it’s not like the ones you’ve seen before— the ones that signal her about to cause trouble or do something, this is a genuine one.
daniela’s hand moves to fully cup your cheek now, her other one resting on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes once more.
your face is red now, the heat creeping from the tips of your ears down your neck.
“is that from me?” she whispers, her voice lower with something that you can’t seem to understand— desire?
you look away from her eyes but nod, blushing even more if that was possible.
she turns your face back to her “i thought i made it clear i wanted you to look at me”
your eyes meet hers once more and she notices the way you look at her. she had always assumed it was just physical attraction, like the way everyone else used to look at her, but she sees genuine care in you.
she moves both her hands to your shoulders and then straddles you, her pristine jeans brushing against your dirty ones, and your brain short circuits, hands hovering in the air awkwardly.
her fingers move to play with the hair at the nape of your neck as she leans in, breath fanning across your lips as she whispers “you’ve never done this before, have you?
you shake your head no.
she uses one hand to guide yours to her waist, and you wince as your sprained wrist touches her skin.
“shit, i forgot, are you ok?” she says, snapped out of her mood and now worried about you.
“i’m fine” you say softly, hands resting on her waist fully now, even though it hurts a little bit.
“if you’re hurt, we don’t have to—“ she starts, then cuts herself off mid sentence “oh my god, how did i forget? god, your hand, i—“
“dani” you say softly, and your voice brings her out of her ramble “i’m fine, i promise”
you tentatively rest your forehead against hers “i’m ok” you whisper.
your eyes are shut, and you’re so close she can feel each breath and beat of your heart. before she can overthink it, she presses a featherlight kiss to your lips.
you don’t move your lips, unsure what to do, but your fingers curl into her skin.
she keeps her lips pressed against yours, soft and still, until you pull her closer by the waist.
daniela’s hands tangle in your hair as she starts to move her lips against yours, and you clumsily reciprocate.
if she wasn’t so insanely attracted to you, not just in this moment but in general, mixed with the way she cares about you, she’d probably stop you and correct your technique, but she couldn’t care less in this moment.
she licks your bottom lip, then gently moves her tongue into your mouth. you let out a low groan at the feeling and pull her impossibly closer, her clothed core pressing against the buckle of your belt.
she pulls away, gasping for air.
“was i… did i do it right?” you whisper, breathless and holding her close.
“fuck, you--" she takes a deep breath, trying to act like the consistent pressure of you holding her onto your belt buckle without meaning to combined with the feeling of you hard underneath her isn’t driving her crazy.
“dani?” you say softly, releasing your grip a bit as you start to worry.
“just kiss me” she mumbles, kissing her again as she presses closer, trying to signal you to hold her tighter again.
somehow her signal gets through to you, and you hold her close.
she grinds down onto you, and both of you moan at the sensation. she keeps rubbing herself over your buckle, the metal pressing up against her clit through her jeans.
you forget the sprained wrist you have and gently help her move on you, your strength making it almost effortless. she relaxes into your touch, trusting you fully as your tongue explores her mouth with inexperience.
she feels a little guilty, knowing she should be taking care of you, but lets you continue, knowing how pent up she’s been since she got here over a week ago.
you’re stronger than you think you are, so you’re pulling her onto the belt with so much pressure it makes her dizzy in the best way possible.
after a few more of these movements, her thighs start to shake and she grips your shoulders, breaking the kiss.
“don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she moans against your lips, head falling back as she trusts you to make her feel good.
you’re eager to please her, so you follow her words and don’t stop, until she cries out, body tensing, and she cums in her pants.
her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks as she grips you like her life depends on it.
she falls limp in your arms, and you release your hold on her waist, wrapping your arms around her instead to hug her.
you ignore the wetness seeping through her jeans onto yours, holding her close and gently stroking her back as she calms down.
once she’s stable enough, she pulls her head back a bit to look at you. you’re sweating a bit, cheeks flushed, a small but proud smile on your lips.
she can’t resist you, pressing another kiss to your lips simply because she can. “you’re cute, you know that?” she whispers, fingers tracing your chest.
you nuzzle into her neck, holding her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of it.
her hand trails down your chest to your stomach to rest at the top of your jeans.
“you don’t have to” you whisper, nuzzling closer. “i know you’re tired”
“i want to” she replies, kissing the top of your head “can i?”
“yeah” you mumble into her neck.
her fingers gently unbuckle your belt, then undo the button of your jeans, and then the zipper.
“lift your hips” she says gently, and you do, helping her get your pants down to your ankles, leaving you in your boxers.
she kisses you, softly this time, and her hands toy with the hem of your shirt before tugging on it, silently telling you that she wants it off.
you break the kiss, pulling it over your head. her lips attach to yours again as her nails gently scrape down your hard stomach, and one of your hands gently moves to her shirt.
“can i?” you whisper, and she nods, pulling back.
she takes the flannel off first and then the crop top, leaving her in a lacy white bra that contrasts with her tanned skin. your breath hitches, and you gently bring one hand up. she nods at you for consent, and your hand cups her boob tentatively.
“that’s it, baby” she murmurs, pressing her lips to yours again before pulling your boxers down enough to free your length.
her hand wraps around the base, slowly pumping it once. you let out a low groan, head immediately dropping to rest on her shoulder as she strokes you.
you squeeze her hip with one hand, the other still on her boob. you try to adjust to the feeling of a hand other than your own on your length as she pumps a few more times, thumb moving to spread the precum that’s leaking out of your slit.
“you’re bigger than i thought you’d be” she says softly, her other hand in your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “my poor baby doesn’t know what to do with it, huh?” she coos.
you nod weakly, moaning into her shoulder as her thumb presses your slit.
“don’t worry, baby, we have all summer, ok?” she kisses the top of your head as her hand speeds up.
“dani, i’m close” you whisper into her neck, mixed with another groan. the coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you try to hold yourself back, embarrassed to be so close to cumming in such a short amount of time.
“already?” she says, laughing softly. “it’s ok, baby, i like knowing that i affect you this much”
you hide your burning face even more in her shoulder as she feels your cock twitch in her hands.
“you wanna cum, baby? go ahead”
that’s all it takes to push you over the edge you had been teetering on, your vision whiting out at the sides as you groan, low and loud, face pressing into her shoulder as you spill ropes of cum onto her hand and your stomach.
“fuck dani” you groan as she pumps you through it, both hands now on her waist to squeeze as the blissful feeling takes over your body.
she pulls your face out of her neck and presses gentle kisses to your sweaty temple and flushed cheeks.
“thank you” you whisper, repeating it over and over again as you finally come down from your high.
“no need to thank me” she says softly, scratching your scalp softly again, her cum covered hand resting on your thigh.
“how long are you staying with us?” you murmur softly, not letting go of her waist as you hug her close.
“the rest of summer” daniela whispers, and you smile softly, knowing that she’s yours for another month and a half.
♱ yt video; which katseye member are you dating...?
♱ cw; 7th member!au, affectionate!r, no specified age, no specified info, sophia’s one is long and i’m not sorry
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♱ sophia laforteza; [ weverse ] solarzchipn/n post-slime live
“yeah, but you just stood there and took it--honestly, i’ve never seen anybody less bothered by slime dripping from their nose.” lara laughed, a hand tucking a loose strand of hair back into her hoodie. you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave away the faux edge in your annoyance. “you looked fine.”
you were standing behind the couch the three of them sat on. after a brief ten minutes of bickering about who should get to sit, you firmly decided you would stand, so all three would fit.
yoonchae and lara fell into their usual sibling-like rhythm, you felt the air shift back into the usual chaotic energy of a katseye love. you didn’t speak, only watching as the girls fought. the leader sat to the side, scanning flooding comments instead.
user01 “mom and dad watching their kids” ahh live
user02 “mom and dad-” no that’s mommy and daddy
user03 the way i would’ve jumped y/n’s bones the moment she started pulling that dominant mafia boss gf shit
you leant on your hands, hood over your head. like lara, you had opted for a comfortable option in place of one organized by your stylist. you did not feel like sitting in restrictive clothing while slime trickled down your nose, and thank god for it.
just out the corner of your eye, you felt sophia’s relentless fidgeting. she sat one leg crossed over the other, trying to keep the hem of her orange miniskirt from riding up. she pulled a cushion into her lap, her arms laid across it, and her shoulders tense. you watched her just a bit too long--it wasn’t unusual for sophia to be styled in something skimpy, she enjoyed playing into the aesthetic, but the way her knees kept brushing together, the way her fingers tugged at the ends of her skirt, you could tell she was cold. the other two didn’t notice.
whilst lara ranted on about some prank yoonchae had pulled on her, you, wordlessly, began shedding your hoodie. pawing at the hood until you could lousily pull it over your head.
tugging your shirt back down, you leant forward, sleeves in both hands before you looped your arms around her head and lowered the hoodie, draping it across her lap. sophia’s head snapped up at you in surprise, before her hand gloved yours, giving them a tight squeeze. her fingers lingered as yours brushed over the inside of her thigh, setting the cushion down back over her covered lap. slow enough to hitch her breath.
she didn’t thank you verbally, smiling up at you as you mirrored her expression. you whispered something in her ear.
(“if you were cold, you could’ve just said something, babe.”)
not that the fans could hear, the way your lips brushed her ear.
just as you were about to pull back, she grabbed your wrists, holding them just at her chest. you were yanked forward, resting against sophia’s frame as she leant back into your touch. a soft smile tugged at her lips, cheeks tinted pink.
lara and yoonchae bickered on, oblivious to the way sophia was overcame with a giddiness. but the chat wasn’t as heedless.
user04 so y/n’s that kinda gf and sophia’s that kinda gf??
user05 y/n chillll my girlfriend watches your lives
user06 and just like that i’m pregnant and y/n’s the baby’s father (my baby’s father but i call her daddy ykwim)
eventually, sophia let go of your arms, and you resumed your standing behind the younger members. just as yoonchae and lara dragged you into some game of “acting out a slap scene” masterclass, sophia filmed the three of you. you stood over the youngest member, listening to the indian singer’s instructions before striking the air just beside yoonchae’s cheek. paired with lara’s clap and sophia’s godly camerawork, it was a riot.
she set the phone down, leaning over to adjust it before your hand reached beneath her to cup the cut of her top against her chest. one of her hands palmed over yours, her lips pursing to keep the smile on her face from slipping. but it does.
you moved out of her way so she could sit, but her hand gently clutched your wrist, pulling you back hesitantly.
“mahal, you sit. you’ve been standing for half an hour.”
user07 mahal?? oh i’d give her a coffee that’s extra creamy
user08 using my precum as my new skincare product!
user09 her voice when she said that? it did things to me
“you’re offering me your seat?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at yours lips. “no, baby, you stay.”
user10 y/n’s habit of calling ppl baby is gonna her in trouble one day cuz if it were me i’d have bounced on that strap alr
sophia smiled sheepishly, her hand sliding up to grab at your arm. you wouldn’t budge, jerking your arm back just enough to knock her off balance. she plummeted back into the couch, earning a whine from yoonchae when she accidentally hit the side of her head. your hand clasped onto the back of her neck, feeling her tense under your touch. “i said ‘stay’, baby.”
user11 yes whatever you say daddy i mean y/n
user12 guys surprise flash sale! 100% off on all my clothes
user13 y/n unnie take it out it hurts…
“it’s not a suggestion, y/n. sit your ass down.” sophia stated firmly, standing abruptly once again, a hand clutching the cover over her thighs as you let her pull you into where she sat. the back of your knees buckled as they hit the couch.
you were careful not the hit yoonchae with your arm, but the way the filipina spun had her shielding you from view.
she bent slightly, pushing your into the plush cushions when you resisted, but her stance flipped a switch in your head.
your arm circled around her hip, hand immediately palming her skirt so she wouldn’t flash the camera. your grabbed her waist, pulling her down into your lap, a serious look unwavering, and not looking to crack before you made sure she was safe.
sophia landed with a startled giggle, grabbing your shoulders instinctively to steady herself. “y/n--!” she squealed.
you adjusted your hoodie over her thighs, before gently placing the pillow back, your arms circling around her waist like they had done it before. “now i’m sat, and i can keep you warm. it’s a win-win, baby.” you played it off, but the two beside you could not have been more grateful you caught the slip before any footage could have been altered, especially yoonchae.
flustered, sophia’s smile fought to stay composed, her eyes darting to the phone like she was caught in a moment too intimate for show. she cleared her throat, leaning forward to read what the live had to say about this clearly discussion-fuelling moment. it was then you eyed the dip of her top lowering a bit low for comfort, so you pulled her back by her hips, hands cradling them like they were a molded fit.
“careful. don’t give them a show like that for free.”
user14 need to throw it back in her lap cuz it’ll fix me
user15 if yall get a flood warning that’s on me
user16 guys something’s off… oh wait it’s just my clothes lol
her breath hitched, and for a second, she didn’t move. but the next, she melted into you, the tension in her shoulders easing. she leant back into your chest, playing with your fingers.
lara rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “oh my god, they’re clip-farming for edits right now.”
yoonchae laughed, falling back and out of view as lara panned the camera away from the two of you. just before she did, sophia slapped both hands over her face. you just smirked, not rising to the bait, eyeing sophia’s fluster instead.
user17 dream blunt rotation but i’m what’s being passed
user18 had a nightmare about someone chasing me with a knife but then they took off the mask and turns out it was y/n so it was actually a wet dream and not a nightmare
user19 i have two holes and a bed three way let’s go!
“so, manon, there’s always been talk surrounding your performance and commitment in dream academy. do you care to talk about your own experience throughout the project, and how you found your footing among your talented peers?”
you narrowed your eyes, lips soured into a sneer at what the very unprofessional interviewer was implying: that manon was nothing more but a fortunate pawn with no gift.
you watched the tiny, polite smile on the ghanaian woman’s face fall for a split moment before it returned, much more strained, and much harder to miss. she only nodded along to the man’s ruthless questioning droning down on her.
his smile didn’t reach his eyes, you could see. every question dripped with fake charm, thinly veiled jabs, surface level respect that strayed into personal territory.
you were so close to punching his teeth in. so, so close.
“well, i…” she stammered, fingers fidgeting in her lap beside you. though you were seated in the back row, her nervous guise could still be caught if you watched just close enough.
“we’re all very work-oriented people, we can fall into a flow of getting things done pretty easily.” you interceded, not sparing the man your innate disgust at his unprofessionalism. none of the girls were smiling, none of them nodding politely along with his words, but instead just glared. as you spoke, the chill that ran up the man’s spine was indescribable. “especially manon. she can be a perfectionist, but she strikes the best work-life balance among us, and i find that an incredibly difficult line to tread, and she does it perfectly.”
the man faked a cough in attempts to tear through the tension, but when the girls simply stared back with zero amusement, he cleared his throat, glancing down at the question cards.
“okay, now that the group has been active for a while, do you feel secure in your roles as of now? or is there still a sense of competition amongst the members to prove themselves?”
the question was nursed in industry lingo, but the subtext wasn’t as subtle. what the fuck was wrong with this guy?
your eyes shifted towards manon instinctively, sat beside you in silence and engrossed in an upsetting silence. she glanced down at her restless fingers twirling her ring. her lips pressed into a tight line, pointed brows furrowed together. you knew her, and you knew she was trying to make her anxiety.
you caught sophia’s gaze, and she knew exactly what to do when she saw the scowl threatening to crack through your poker face. “growing into a position is a very… diplomatic way of thinking about growth. i’d say we’re more learning in an open space where we’re allowed to grow freely. where we can learn to thrive and breathe at the same time, y’know?”
he glared straight at the ghanaian woman beside you. “and you, manon? ever feel like the pressure is catching up?”
she smiled, the practiced, razor-thin one. “i think every one of us brings something different to the table, there’s no need to compare different stages in different areas. i just focus on doing my part well, and improving best i can.”
you added: “nobody here has anything to prove.”
heads turned at your sudden intrusion, you took advantage of the attention hooked on you. “we don’t owe anybody anything explanation. we earned our place here on dream academy, and we continue to earn it. she’s exactly where she should be.”
the eldest’s eyes met yours; you could tell she didn’t expect that. but she held your gaze just a little too long to be casual.
the interviewer fumbled out a vague, “of course.”
as the interview carried on, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on manon. you found her laying low, unwilling to speak up after the invasive interrogation. she nervously fidgeted the entire time, her smile fading as her eyes carried a melancholy edge. you couldn’t focus on the interview yourself.
you reached out, grabbing her hand. you covered her mic with your free hand, leaning over to whisper, “are you okay?”
she nodded, but the polite smile she gave you didn’t quite reach her eyes, and you felt her breath hitch. your fingers brushed hers in her lap, threading between them.
“you’re doing amazing, baby.” you squeezed her hand.
you didn’t lean too closer, but just enough for your lips to brush her ear. her head dropped to conceal her growing smile.
later, as you left the venue, you and the girls were led towards a tunnel where fans were gathered for photos and autographs. as the others spread out to greet and engage with awaiting fans, you stayed by manon’s side the entire time. by the way she could only give gated responses, you knew she was trying to keep it together. you were hollered at immediately.
“manon! y/n! can you please sign my monster high dolls?”
“manon! speak some spanish for us mexican fans!”
“why don’t you smile more? you’re always so serious!”
the last one wasn’t mean, not outright, but it hit her like it, and you noticed with the way she swallowed thickly and laughed.
she stiffened, reaching out to sign some of the things people were shoving in her face mindlessly. her smile stayed, her eyes glazed over with a dissociative layer, and your stomach churned. she went a little quiet, providing strict responses.
without a word, you moved closer, a hand finding the small of manon’s back as you ushered her along. you grazed the skin just under her top, thumb rubbing circles to soothe her. you turned down disrespectful gestures and personal questions, keeping the poised charm you weren’t afraid to flash. gently, you tugged at her until she was tucked behind you, your arm looped low around her waist. you held her, the other hand waving at and keeping the overwhelming chaos away from her.
“sorry, guys, i wish we can stay long, but it’s been a long day and our staff really wants us to get to our next thing.” you announced, grinning widely at the masses.
contrary to megan, who seemed to be actively escaping.
manon blinked up at you, the panic in her eyes thawing as her finger curled into your palm. the fanfare roared at your intimate stance, snapping videos and pictures of solely the two of you, which earned the attention of the other members.
as the seven of you stood at the very end of the tunnel, waiting for your car to arrive, you stood, hands cradling her cheeks.
your thumb stroked along her cheekbone, other hand resting lightly on her hip. you whispered to her, which the crowd couldn’t quite make out, but your positions were enough to cause a crazier frenzy. her eyes fluttered shut, caressing your wrist before nodding with a small, but genuine, smile.
user01 every time y/n does that thing with her hands and calls one of the katz baby an angel gains its wings
user02 y/n is a soft dom/service top confirmed ted talk over
user03 manon’s better than me cuz i would’ve immediately fell to my knees and started barking like a dog
another day, another vlog to film for the new comeback. it wasn't an unusual occurance, your manager shoving a camera crew down your throat at five in the morning just as you land. being the older members of the group, you and sophia took it upon yourselves to entertain the vlog as the others rest up.
when you landed in korea, the first thing on the itinerary was a rehearsal for the music video shoot the next morning. by the time you got to the practice room, all of you were ready to go.
and unluckily, whilst practicing gabriela in heels, daniela lost balance and landed on her ankle wrong. practice was called.
whilst the others caught up on their rest, you and manon, being the only ones with an ounce of energy still circulating your systems, decided to go live. as daniela showered, the two of you started a weverse stream in their shared room.
“what even is that? what’s a skibidi?” manon tilted her head.
you couldn’t resist laughing, throwing your head back and falling into her bed as she glared back at you in confusion.
“oh my god, this is too good.” you chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just like a meme people like to reference. its called brainrot.”
“brainrot? oh hell no,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “i like to keep my brain fresh and smooth, thank you very much.”
you rainsed an eyebrow. “y’know a smooth brain is bad, right?”
“okay, genius, when did i ask?” she nodded, lips pursed.
just as you were about to retaliate with some smartass quip, the door creaked open--daniela popped in with her dripping hair clipped up, a graphic tee on and some shorts. but there was something off about the way she walked; when she was fully in-view, you caught the faintest wobble whenever she’d land on her left foot. she suppressed a grimace, playing it cool as she smiled and waved in greeting at the live.
manon didn’t notice the slight wince she let out, but you did.
you immediately rose from your seat by manon on the floor, scrambling across the room to steady the girl trying to make her way over. confused, the eldest snapped her head back to see what you were so eager to tend to, but witnessed:
“i’m fine,” the latina hissed, but the way her hand was gripping your arm for dear life said otherwise. “hey, i’m fine!”
“mhm,” you hummed, grabbing her waist. the more she tried to struggle out of your grasp, the more she was shifting weight onto the bad foot. finally, over her stubborn behaviour, you grabbed her by the knees, throwing her over your shoulder as she dangled over your back. she let out a shrill scream, hands pawing at your hips in attempts to wiggle from your grasp.
“oh my god,” manon sighed, a hand cradling her temple.
“y/n! on my god, i’m gonna fall and break my neck--put me down!” her voice turned into a pitched shriek at the end of her whining. “stop! stop! you’re gonna drop me!”
“you weigh six pounds in a weighted vest, dani, stop your bitching.” you scolded, turning around so your back faced the live, which meant daniela, who was propping herself up against your butt. she immediately ducked, tucking her face into your frame as she let out yet another scream. “oh, come on, you look pretty right now. don’t be rude, say ‘hi’.”
user01 if y/n told me to stop bitching i'd just moan in reponse
user02 they way i'd just start eating her ass lol
user03 hybe killed futch y/n ik this woman is a masc on the dl
when she began beating against your back, you chuckled, strolling off-screen to lay her down on her bed with a thud.
manon stayed quiet, a cheeky smirk tugging at her lips. she turned a blind eye to whatever was happening off-camera, scanning the flooding meltdown the chat seemed to be collectively having. you could hear the faintest squeals and whines from the latina, and by the way your feet hung off the bed, it was obvious you were propping yourself over something. single-handedly, it increased your viewers by 50k.
user04 her laugh… my body… it’s like it recognizes her…
user05 nah daniela’s real for that i’d break her back too if she manhandled me like that
user06 the dann/n agenda stands strong these days huh
user07 all twenty fingers and her thick ass strap
user08 sorry i was gone guys had to put my phone in rice
you didn’t return to the live, even though you were the one who insisted on starting one. manon was left to host alone, unfazed by the noises sounding from daniela’s side of the room. her eyes darted past comments targeting the suspicious activity.
“‘manon should’ve went to bed’? yeah, i agree.” the eldest grumbled, slicking back her hair with her brush.
“you’re just salty!” daniela shouted from the other side of the room, propping herself up. you grabbed her jaw, yanking her back down to smother her in your arms. she squealed, burying herself into you as the both of you disappeared in bed.
“do ya’ll see what this house is like when yoonchae’s asleep?”
user09 dann/n dry humping wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card
user10 i just know dani gets pampered like a pillow princess
manon insisted you started a live to end the amusement drought you were suffering from in the hotel room whilst you waited for the delivery to arrive.
you sat behind lara and manon, who bantered back and forth, head between them as daniela tried her best to squeeze her way into frame with her arms wrapped around your neck. it was all light-hearted memes and brainrotted quotes until the only voices left talking were you, manon and daniela’s.
“stop!” lara grimaced abruptly, sneering at the phone.
three pairs of eyes found her, watching her confidence shatter with each passing silent second. but only you instinctively reached out to toy with the ends of her hair, tucking a rogue strand behind her ear before her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your palm and turning into you to shield herself.
“lara?” you muttered softly, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“they keep saying i look like momo.” she groaned into your collarbone, sniffling lightly. your hand found the back of her neck, fingers soothing the tension from her nape. manon and daniela shared a look whilst you comforted the singer. “i keep telling them to stop, but it’s making it worse.”
the look you shot the camera next was uncanny, even the other two didn’t dare speak up before you gestured for manon to pull the phone closer. she does, holding it upright.
“let’s see what you look like, dumbass.” you snarled into the camera, scrolling through the comments before permanently blocking the user spamming negative comments. your jaw tensed, eyebrows furrowed. “if i see one more fucking insult, i’m ending this live. don’t ruin this for everyone.”
lara grabbed your arm, wrapping herself around it before laying her chin on your shoulder. her bottom lip jutted out slightly, shielding herself from the camera behind your frame.
you leant back, letting manon slide forward to read the comments. your hand fell into lara’s lap, palming her inner-thigh. your thumb rubbed circles against her skin, gradually flushing the negative feeling from her body. manon let out her own scoldings, you buried your nose in lara’s jet-black locks. you placed a gentle kiss on her head, light and loving.
she smiled, eyes flickering between your own and the soft smile you hung on your lips. just then, and just for her.
slowly, but gradually, you shifted so she could be onscreen.
you felt her shimmy away from the live, camera-shy, unsure of herself before you gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“no, don’t hide.” you felt a hint of a smile return to her face. you grabbed her chin, affectionately pinching her. “you’re absolutely breathtaking, don't let losers tell you any different.”
her lips quivered, unable to contain the smile on her face.
user01 need her hands on gabriela (it's me i'm gabriela)
user02 "whats your love language" y/n standing up to haters for me and then splitting me in half on her strap
user03 love me a bicon and scissor sister mashup fr
user04 lara's stronger than me we'd break manon's bed
for what seemed to be half an hour, manon made jokes and teased her roommate for little habits she didn’t approve of. whilst you and lara sat to one side, she had practically moved into your lap. you had one hand resting on her stomach, the other toying with her fingers as your hand gloved hers. the soothing gestures seemed to be easing the negativity from her tense shoulders, and she puddled into your touch.
"no, girl, that shit problematic as hell!" manon cackled at the indian singer's hoodie. after a good five minutes of pure hysterics from the four of you, the room was calm once more.
"look who's talking." you joked, wrapping your arms around lara tightly, as if you were shielding her from potential threat. "little miss scandal-lover, herself." if you had been anybody else, manon would've smacked you across the face. she just rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips at your teasing.
"oh yeah? says the group slut?"
"okay, bitch, you tryna go?"
"no, if ya'll fight, then i'll have to get off and i don't wanna..." lara whined. she turned to straddle your lap, arms tightening around your neck as the both of you fell backwards. you let out a small huff at her squeezing the air out your chest, before you began running your hands up and down her back.
"oh my god, you gaywads are doin' too much."
"stop being a homophobe, daniela andrea."
"what! i'm not homophobic!"
user05 istg every live is just the members third wheeling y/n and somebody like
user06 yeah y/n IS the group slut bro can literally come out dating anyone in katseye and nobody would bat an eye
user07 if i had her face card i'd be a slut too ngl
user08 i get her ispiritually cuz f i was surrounded by baddies 24/7 i would too start behaving whorish
♱ megan skiendiel; [ yt ] katseye with a side of slime
you could barely register the loud sound the canon made, before neon-green gunk shot up your sinuses like an unwanted fever. instinctively, you turned away, spitting whatever had shot into your mouth. you heard cheers roar as the cameras zoomed in on your faces to put on the jumbotrons. you loved nothing more.
following sophia's lead, the lot of you waved to the masses, blowing kisses and bidding your goodbyes as the leader guided the rest of you offstage. you stood on the very edge of the group, the last in line, with megan before you. but as you readied to head offstage, slime dripping from your nose, you noticed the hawaiin hadn't moved an inch.
concerned, you quickly turned your back towards the crowd and the cameras, blocking her form view. you brushed the tangled hair from her face, feeling her hands frantically grab at your wrists. she was struggling to open her eyes, and you could tell she was anything but calm.
"mei, close your eyes." you instructed. she followed.
you scraped the slime from your thumbs onto your top, before carefully swiping it from her lids. you pinched the end of her nose, swabbing any gunk there as well.
"you okay? can you open your eyes?"
she let out a strangled hum, the edge of her eyes brimming with green tears as she blinked the rest away.
you slung an arm around her shoulder, tugging her towards backstage. you waved to the restless fans. soothing the concern they had for megan's state.
backstage, your team was already ready to capture the behind the scenes content needed for the next vlog. you see the girls giving their post-sliming interview, drenched head-to-toe in that disgutingly sweet syrup glazed over your features.
carefully, you grabbed a paper towel, handing it to megan. your hand found the small of her back, thumb rubbing circles against her skin in comfort.
"so megan, you really took that slime hit like a champ. i see you were standing directly in front of the canons. how're you feeling?" the interviewer questioned holding the microphone out towards her.
the chinese faked a chuckled, pulling the paper towel back from dabbing her eyes. "really sticky. is this what being a jell-o shot is like?"
as she answered questions, you gently picked the slime from her matte hair. unwilling to pry yourself away from the girl, despite the disgusting feeling of slime sliding between the two of your frames. sophia eyed you, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour, but you couldn't even spare her a passing glance.
"well, i'm glad to see your personal glam artist at work." the woman joked, winking at you.
both of you let out a nervous laugh in response, not expecting her to call you out like that. your hand left the chinese girl's hair.
"more like personal clean-up." sophia chimed.
in the vlog, the girls moved off the carpet after thanking the interviewer, one after another making comments and describing their experience to your camera crew before dispersing. you and megan lingered at the back of the group, as you tried to wring the slime from your skimpy outfit. she shrugged off her mircophone set.
you wagged a finger at the camera, and the cameraman stepped closer to you. you gestured towards megan behind you, whispering, "that was iconic as *bleep*, like, at least i wasn't standing in the splash zone. rookie mistake for a nickelodeon kid."
"hey! i was a disney kid." she hugged you from behind her cheek against yours as you tried to wring free. you whined as she rubbed all the slime on her against you. warm, sticky, and disgusting. keep talking, and we'll see what happens."
she strolled past, tongue sticking out at you.
"holy ungrateful!" you yelled after her, before she disappeared into a trailer. you rolled your eyes playfully at the cameras. "i saved her ass and this is how she repays me? do ya'll see this?" as your manager gestured for you to get cleaned up as well, you sighed to yourself. "well, i could let megan go clean up alone, but she'd probably miss a spot." you raised your eyebrows cheekily, pressing a finger against your lips. "we can't have that for the afterparty now, can we?"
user01 well someone knows her audience
user02 guys they had sesbian lex i was the trailer
user03 only way to come out cleaner and dirtier atst
user04 if u listen closer u can hear me moan
user05 the cameras cut but my imagination didn't
♱ jeong yoonchae; [ weverse ] yoonchip's live english lesson
yoonchae was already practically pressed into your side and melded into the curve of your arm when the fans began flooding into the live. unusual, for somebody as against physical touch as the maknae, but she was almost shameless about it, despite her shy demeanour.
she's clearly trying to answer some english comments whilst you engaged with the chat, but she kept hesitating, cheeks puffing in frustration when she couldn't find the right words.
you eyed her through the camera, watching the way her lips would part, then shut before any sound could come out. you grinned, cooing at the korean's adorable character. your hand found her lap, fingers brushing her knee in encouragement, nodding towards the phone.
user01 chip! what's your favorite childhood memory?
"chip... what is your... favorite... childhood mem--memory?" she recited carefully, stumbling over her pronounciation. she pasued, eyebrows furrowed together, clearly trying to string the sentence toegther, but the words remained sprawled across her mind. she bit her lip in frustration, you chuckled.
"they just want to know one happy memory from when you were little." you made gestures that corresponded to the words you spoke slowly, watching her face light up in recognition.
she started explaining about her grandparent's and her upbringing, you occassionally interjected with words she was trying to scramble together. you onyl watched her confidence in her second language grow, a warm smile ghosting your lips as your hand trailed comforting patterns above her knee.
user02 she's so gentle... hope she's not in bed tho
user03 this is peak wife behaviour none of yall say nothing
user04 need to see her oiled up and wrapped under my tree this chirstmas or santa's catching these hands
user05 yoonchae being so comfortable around her omg
user06 another day another guess which y/n ship is real
"what is that word?" yoonchae asked, her hand slipping to make a smooth, curvey gesture. "slid?"
you leant in, grabbing the hand she was gesturing with. "good try, baby, but try dragging out the note. slide."
she repeated the word and nailed it.
you beamed, hand squeezing her thigh in praise. "see? perfect. you're getting too good at this."
every time she got something right, you gave her little rewards or words of praise--light pats to her thigh, brushing hair behiind her ear or whispering feel-good comments and teasing the shade of pink flushing to her ears.
user07 babe wake up new n/nchip content just dropped
user08 i hate seeing things i can’t have
user09 ur honour y/n has taken yet another hand in marriage
𝒂𝒏; and here she is. thank you for 1.7k guys, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i do writing. more things to come. happy reading ;) xx
sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.
and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.
so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.
one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.
# sophia’s solo live
sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.
without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”
user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT
you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.
she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).
“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.
“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.
“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.
“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”
she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.
her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.
she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.
you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.
user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭
user03 sophia hands where we can see them
user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK
# manon’s solo live
user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??
manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.
”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“
she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.
user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????
user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one
user04 y/n smokes?
between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.
“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”
as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.
“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.
you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.
“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”
“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.
you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.
she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.
“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”
user05 earth to manon
user06 right in front of my salad…
# daniela’s solo live
daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.
“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”
she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.
the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.
you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”
daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.
“damn, mami.”
her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.
user01 IS THAT Y/N???
user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen
user03 y/n looks sooo bf today
she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.
“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.
her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”
you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.
before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.
“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.
user04 get a room PLEASE
user05 i just know they get freaky as hell
user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US
”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”
”need company?”
she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.
“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.
# megan’s solo live
megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.
“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”
she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.
“this is… new.”
“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.
she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.
“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.
user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK
user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO
you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.
“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”
a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.
“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”
you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”
she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.
she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.
user03 my dream necklace 💗
user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless
“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.
the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.
“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.
the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.
user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!
user06 my mein/n heart <3
# lara’s solo live
“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”
lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.
user01 she loves her mascs wbk
user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance
user03 another loss for the fems :(
she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.
she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”
“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.
“oh, word?”
lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.
you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.
lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
user04 HELLO??
user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg
user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…
“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”
you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.
“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.
you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”
you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.
you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.
“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”
that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.
user07 no guys they just have deep friend love
user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????
“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.
“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”
lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.
with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.
user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY
a/n :: just happened to hit 200 followers as i was making this, so guess you can consider it a special! i got so carried away with this one 😵💫😵💫
