#daniela avanzini

[porcelainon]

⎯⎯ 𝓓llorente ; 𝓐isle menace

ℯxhibitionism. ♀️. req

daniela was a problem. there was no other way to put it. she was a beautiful, gorgeous problem that never seemed to run out of steam, especially when it came to her fucked up kinks. she didn't just like public sex; she lived for the risk. she lived for the way your face would flush crimson when she'd slide her hand under your shirt in the middle of a conversation.

even when the whole group was together, she didn't give a shit. you'd all be sitting in the living room, just hanging out, and you'd feel her warm palm slide up your ribs, her thumb tracing idle circles against your skin beneath your blouse. it was constant. it was shameless.

"dani, stop it," you'd whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up as you glanced at the others. you'd reach over and slap her shoulder firmly. "people are right here.”

she'd just chuckle, that low, husky sound that always made your stomach flip. she wouldn't even look sorry. one time, when you were all watching a movie and megan was staring at you both with that knowing, amused expression, dani actually had the audacity to smirk and gesture toward you.

"she's extra sensitive tonight, meg," dani would drawl, her fingers squeezing your waist under your shirt. "you want a turn?" you'd practically choke on your own breath, slapping her shoulder again with more force this time. "daniela! shut up!" you'd hiss, though your heart was hammering against your ribs from the sheer boldness of her.

then there was that one night. you were absolutely exhausted, your body feeling heavy as you drifted off to sleep. you could hear dani moving around the room, probably thinking about getting you in bed, but you couldn't even open your eyes. you just wanted to sleep.

"baby, come on, wake up. i want you," you heard her mumble, her voice thick with desire. "go away, dani... i'm sleeping," you groaned into your pillow. you felt her sigh, then the sound of her laptop opening. you figured she was just going to watch something to wind down, but you didn't realize she was looking for something specific. you drifted back into a half conscious haze, feeling her hand find yours.

"please, princess. just let me use your hand for a second so i can sleep too," she whispered. you didn't even have the energy to fight her. you just weakly offered your hand, your eyes still closed, thinking it would make her leave you alone. but then you felt her fingers guide your hand downward. you heard the soft click of her laptop, and then you heard what she was watching the wet, filthy sounds of a couple fucking in the middle of a crowded grocery store aisle.

your sleepy brain couldn't process it fast enough. you felt your fingers wrap around something hot, thick, and throbbing. dani let out a choked noise when your hand closed around her cock. she started moving your hand up and down, her breathing getting ragged as she watched the video and felt your warm palm working her. she was using your unconscious body to help her cum, and by the time she let out a satisfied groan and slumped back, you were already dead to the world again.

the next morning, you woke up feeling strangely sore, but you chalked it up to bad sleep. but over the following week, dani became obsessed. every single day, she kept asking you the same thing.

"when are we going grocery shopping again?”

you finally gave in on a Thursday. you thought it would be a normal errand, but you should have known better with her. when you got to the store, you noticed something was off immediately. dani was wearing these loose black basketball shorts, but she wasn't wearing anything underneath them. you could tell because every time she moved, there was this weight swaying between her thighs.

as you walked through the produce section, she started her game. every time you passed an aisle, she'd shift closer. you felt something hard and warm brush against your hip. you glanced sideways, seeing her smirk as she deliberately leaned her cock against your side while pretending to examine some apples.

"dani, stop," you whispered, your face burning as you grabbed a bag of spinach. "stop what?" she asked innocently, though she moved closer again. when you bent over to reach for something on a lower shelf, you felt it. she didn't even try to hide it this time. she stepped up behind you, and you felt the unmistakable length of her cock naked and hot brushing against the back of your ass through your skirt. she was letting it ride free under that fabric just to torment you.

you spun around, your eyes blazing with embarrassment. "are you serious right now? we're in the middle of the store!" dani didn't look ashamed at all. in fact, she looked like she was enjoying your panic. she stepped into your space, trapping you between her body and the shelves of canned goods.

"you're so cute when you're flustered, princess," she whispered, her hand finding your ass and squeezing hard. "and you know what? i'm not stopping." she glanced down the aisle. it was empty, the lights overhead. before you could protest, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you deeper into the shadows of the pasta aisle. she hiked your skirt up in one motion, her tip already red and leaky.

"dani, someone will—"

"let them," she growled, lifting your leg and shoving her cock into your pussy in one devastating thrust. you let out a strangled moan, biting your lip so hard you tasted blood. the risk was terrifying the floor beneath your feet, the nearby sounds of shopping carts, the possibility of a stranger turning the corner but as she started fucking you right there against the shelves, the adrenaline made your pussy clench around her like never before. she fucked you with a desperate, filthy hunger, her hips slamming against yours while she whispered filthy things in your ear about how good you tasted in public.

the sound of her cock sliding into you was wet and obscene, echoing strangely against the metal shelves. every thrust made the canned goods rattle behind your back, a sound that terrified you but also made your clit throb with desperate need. you were clinging to her shoulders for dear life, your knuckles white, your head thrown back against a box of penne as you tried to muffle your screams.

"fuck, you're so warm," dani hissed against your neck, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin. she wasn't being gentle anymore; she was fucking you like she wanted to claim every inch of you right there on the store. "i've been thinking about this since that night you slept through me."

you let out a broken whimper, your hips involuntarily rising to meet her. "dani... please... someone..."—"let them see you like this," she growled, her hips slamming harder against yours. "let them see how wet you get when i fuck you in public. let them see what a good little slut you are for me."

the words should have hurt, but with your heart racing at two hundred beats per minute, they only made you wetter. the shame was melting into pure, unadulterated arousal. you felt her cock hitting your cervix with every punishing thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up through your stomach. you heard the distant squeak of a shopping cart wheel somewhere two aisles over. you froze, your entire body locking up, your breath catching in your throat. dani didn't stop. if anything, she pushed harder, deliberately grinding her cock against your most sensitive spot while you were paralyzed with fear.

"don't stop moving, princess," she commanded in a low whisper, her hand sliding down to find your clit. she started rubbing you roughly, her thumb working in sync with her hips. "keep taking it. show me how much you love this risk." you couldn't help it. the combination of the fear of being caught and the overwhelming sensation of her cock filling you was too much. you started to cum, your pussy clenching around her in powerful, involuntary waves.

"oh god, dani " you gasped, your voice cracking as you felt the orgasm tear through you. the feeling of your pussy milking her pushed her over the edge. she let out a groan, her body tensing as she drove herself as deep as she could possibly go. you felt the hot, thick spurts of her seeds filling you up, flooding your pussy as she came hard. she held you there for a long moment, her forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting heavily in the dim light of the aisle.

she slowly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and achy. she quickly adjusted her basketball shorts, looking as casual as if she had just been checking the expiration date on some pasta sauce. but her eyes were blown wide, dark with satisfaction.

"there," she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. her smirk returned, that wicked, shameless look that told you she was already planning the next time she'd take you somewhere risky. "now let's go get those groceries, baby." you stood there for a second, your legs shaking so badly you thought you might collapse, you could feel her cum dripping down your thigh. you wanted to slap her, to yell at her, to run home and hide under the covers but all you could do was follow her, your face crimson and your body still buzzing from the most dangerous errand of your life.

[estellasai-has-a-gun]

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS UNTIL I DIE

[hermsnolore]

quick how do i make this about percy jackson

lara as aphrodite, yoonchae as artemis, daniela as persephone, megan as hecate..

[avanzinisluv]

i saw the wildhearts movie today!! i bought the target cd and dani ver too 🥰

[77kkura]

daniela sos tan 🤤

[drexmwomxn]

[babyloncowboy]

jealous daniela 🤤

not sure whether this was just a statement (cause yes🤤) or a request, but using this prompt anyways as an excuse to write this lil thing i’ve been thinking about since the animal mv came out..

pairing: daniela avanzini x masc!girl reader

content: slight nsfw(?), suggestive, jealous!dani, possessiveness, dani being a tease, reader being oblivious, petnames, dom!dani, praise, condescension

word count: 2.2k

daniela loved shopping. 

she loved running around the mall all afternoon, trying on different outfits, testing different perfumes, and getting free makeovers in sephora.

you hated shopping.

you loved getting new clothes, but you much preferred buying your stuff online. you always got way too tired, way too fast at the mall, and all you wanted to do was grab a pretzel from auntie anne’s, maybe a new video game from gamestop and get the hell out of there.

of course, daniela wouldn’t have that. for some reason, out of all of the kats, she had made you her designated shopping buddy, so she’s always dragging you there whenever she gets the chance. you would’ve hated it, if it wasn’t for the way daniela’s eyes would light up every weekend when you would begrudgingly agree to go with her. 

you figured it was only because you drove her, held all her bags for her, and offered to pay for everything no matter how much she protested. sometimes she even picks some stuff out for you from the stores you like, which makes you feel good, like a little doll daniela likes to play with.

you had no idea about the real reason behind daniela’s behaviour, until one particular saturday afternoon shopping spree.

“come on, don’t be such a baby,” dani pouts, gripping onto your bicep as you trudge across the marble floors. the bright lights are starting to give you a bit of a headache. “one more store, i promise, and then i’ll buy you a pretzel. my treat!”

you smiled despite yourself, and nod, easy to please. “the little cinnamon bite ones?”

“yes,” daniela chuckles with a humourous roll of her eyes, “whatever ones you want, now come on–” she tugs your arm roughly, dragging you into the next store, almost knocking all her bags out of your hand with the force.

“there is a human body attached to that arm by the way—” you retort, but she’s ignoring you now, already fawning over something on a rack in the corner. you look up from where you were rubbing your arm to look for her, and your throat dries as you realise where you are. daniela has brought you into a lingerie store. 

and now she’s holding up a pair of lacy red panties, looking over at you expectantly. “y/n? did you hear me?”

“huh?” you manage out, your voice hoarse. yoi could not handle this today. or any day, for that matter.

daniela looks at you as if you’re dumb. “i asked you what you think of these.”

you blink rapidly. you don’t think you’re going to survive this. the image in your head of daniela’s round ass and tanned thighs cushioned by the thin lacy fabric makes you go a little insane. 

“um, they’re nice..” you manage out, the tips of your ears flaming red.

daniela raises a brow, eyes flitting over your blushing face. “is that it?”

“sorry, you’ll look good in them. i like it.” you quickly add, trying to make your voice sound as even as possible despite how fast your heart is beating in your ribcage. 

“but do you think they’ll make my boobs look good?” she almost looks like she’s testing you now.

the image of that does nothing to help your current situation. “obviously—” you splutter out. “probably, i don’t know?”

dani blinks at you, tilting her head to the side in confusion and feigning innocence.

“uh, i’m not the best person to ask..” you shove your hands into your pockets, wanting the floor to just swallow you up already.

“you’re acting weird.” dani says simply, before turning around back to the displays. you don’t notice the self-satisfied smirk on her face as she turns away from you. 

she spends a couple minutes longer looking through some different sets, but ends up settling on that red one that seemed to make your brain go to mush just from the idea of her wearing it.

“i’m gonna go try this on, okay?” she says, squeezing your arm as she moves past you towards the fitting room. “don’t go anywhere.”

“uh, okay.” you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you watch her disappear behind the curtain. when she’s gone, you can finally breathe easy for a couple seconds— until you realise the fact that she’s literally stripping out of her clothes behind that very same curtain in that exact moment, and you flush again.

you tell yourself to stop being such a pervert. she’s your bestfriend— but you can’t help it. you can’t help but think about what she looks like in that very moment, the delicate fabric molding around her smooth skin, holding her breasts together, hop her nipples are probably visible through the sheer material– fuck, y/n, stop. 

she’s probably buying them for that weird guy who’s been hanging around her recently, like a fly that won’t go away. his face irritates you. lara agreed with you when you brought it up last week. the thought of him seeing her in that set and not you makes your stomach turn a little, but you figure it will go away once you get to be the one that pays for them when she’s done. 

you’re finally dragged out of your wandering thoughts by a girl’s voice– not daniela’s, an unfamiliar one.

“hey, there. are you lost?” the girl asks, giving you a coy smile. she’s around the same height as dani, but her hair is lighter, and tumbles down her shoulders. 

“what?” you frown, confused. 

she looks down at your slumped frame, black polo and baggy jeans with the band of your calvin klein boxers peeking out the top. you realise how much you stand out amongst the other customers. “are you shopping for yourself?”

“oh- uh, no!” you say quickly, shaking your head. “i’m here with someone, she’s just trying some stuff on i think.”

“i thought so, you look more like a nike sports bra kind of girl.” she grins, tilting her head to the side.

“yeah, you would be correct on that one.” you smile back, and your shyness starts to dissipate a little. “i’m just the bag holder.” you gesture down to the numerous shopping bags in your hands. 

“that’s cute, is it your girlfriend?” the girl asks, looking a little hopeful about your answer.

you start blushing again, and chuckle nervously. “uh, no, not my girlfriend.”

the girl’s eyes light up, looking satisfied with your answer, and even more interested in the conversation. she touches your bicep lightly with her fingertips, which is flexing from the weight of the bags. “so you’re just a gentlewoman, then?” 

you don’t know how to answer that, and shrug bashfully. “i don’t know about that–” 

“i’m gabriela, by the way.” she steps a little closer to you, her eyes racking over you like she’s hungry. her perfume was so strong, as it made you dizzy– or maybe it was the fact that you had been walking around the mall for almost five hours, without even a bite to eat (thanks alot, dani). “what’s your name, cutie?”

“y/n,” you say, and turn your head towards the fitting rooms. what the hell is taking daniela so long?

“while you wait for your friend, do you think you could help me? i’m kinda stuck between the pink or the purple.” she holds up two lingerie sets. “which one do you think would suit me better?” gabriela bats her eyelashes as she watches you, waiting. 

“uh—” you take a moment to consider it, not sure why this random stranger is asking you of all people for advice, when it's clear you don’t know a thing about—

“y/n!” daniela calls, poking her head out from behind the curtain. “can you come here?” she sends a dark look to the stranger talking to you, her eyes narrowed. if looks could kill, gabriela would have burst into a ball of flames by now. 

was she listening this whole time?

“i need your help with the clasp. come.” dani says, but she looks irritated. she’s still glaring at gabriela.

“i was just talking to—”

“now, y/n.” daniela says shortly, and you’re surprised with how firm her tone is. she never usually speaks to you like that, unless she’s exhausted and hangry from rehearsing all day. 

you don’t waste another second, sending gabriela a polite nod and rushing to the stall daniela’s in, despite how jellified your legs feel at the implicit knowledge of what’s behind the curtain.

when you enter the cramped space, you stay as close to the wall as possible, your breathing picking up at the sight of daniela’s toned back in front of you. it takes you alot of strength not to fall to your knees in front of her. the red bra fits perfectly, and you almost salivate at the sight of how the lace stretches around the swell of her breasts. 

you look up and down between the bra and the panties as if you can’t decide between them which you like more, before remembering what you were invited back here for. and it wasn’t to ogle at your best friend like some horny teenage boy. 

you fix your gaze back onto her back, looking for the so-called clasp you were supposed to fit for her. you’re surprised to see it’s already done up and in place. “wait, what did you want me for?” you ask, confused.

dani turns around to face you. she’s been watching you admire her from your reflection in the mirror, and loving every second of it. “you’re so clueless, baby.” daniela tuts, looking up at you as she reaches out and scratches her nails across the back of your neck. “can’t even tell when a girl is clearly all over you?”

your whole body trembles under her touch as if you’re the one who’s half naked right now. 

“just wanted to get you away from that girl.” she says lowly, and there’s an edge to her voice you’ve never heard before. “didn’t like the way she was talking to you.”

“come on, dani, she was just being nice..” you protest weakly, a shiver running down your spine as her nails dig a little harder into the nape of your neck, her touch possessive and claiming. you weren’t sure whether this was really happening, or whether you had died when you saw daniela in that lingerie set, and this was your version of heaven.

“nice?” daniela scoffs. “she was practically throwing herself at you. i leave you alone for five minutes, and look what happens. you know how much i hate when girls act so desperate over you.” she trails her fingers higher up your neck, so they thread through your hair, and she tugs lightly, a flash of something possessive and claiming in her eyes. 

“i wasn’t- i wasn’t flirting with her,” you offer weakly.

“i know you weren’t, puppy. you’re such a good girl like that.” daniela hums, trailing her hand down your shoulders. “you understand that i don’t like to share you, don’t you?”

you blink. that was also something that you hadn’t considered. dani picks up on your surprised expression, and she pouts.

“oh, y/n. i thought you were smart.” she shakes her head. “i’m disappointed in you. here i was, going to buy this set just for you, and you didn’t even realise.”

“for me?” you feel like you’re about to explode now.

“yes baby, why do you think i always invite you out shopping with me? i just wanna get you alone in here, but you always get so shy.”

you blush, looking down at your shoes. daniela tilts your head up gently to look at her, and hooks her fingers onto the waistband of the lacy panties, toying with them to see how much she can tease you before you combust. “remind me never to leave you alone again, okay? i’m the only girl i want you looking at like this, got it?”

you swallow, to busy drinking in the sight of her so all you can do is nod.

“good. now why don’t you show me how much you like this set on me?” she tugs you closer by the collar of your polo, and your can no longer hold yourself back, hands reaching out to grip at her ass through the lace panties. her toned abs brush against your torso as your bodies connect and you groan a little under your breath at the feeling of her body in your palms.

“there we go,” daniela hums approvingly against your mouth, your grip firm and tracing delicately over the fabric. “would you like to touch me? is that something you might like, puppy?” her nails trace slowly up her chest, curling around the strap of the bra, and pulling it down her shoulder sensually.

your eyes catch on her collarbones and you lick your lips, nodding desperately. it’s like your wet dreams have come true in front of your eyes. “y-yeah. yes dani, i’d like that.”

“how about you tell me who you belong to first, and then i’ll let you do anything you want to me, does that sound good?”

maybe you do like the mall after all.

[crashtocult]

MAMI PLEASE ILL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU 😭😭😭🙏🏻