𑜷 ─── daniela decides she's done playing games. she's on thin ice but she manages, especially since her friend can't keep her eyes off you.
゛maybe you should leave, before i get too mean
and take it out on you, and your best friend too ˶
꒰ possessive!daniela avanzini x fem!reader ꒱ ⟢ smut & romance ◞ daniela's selfish ◞ jealousy ◞ friends with benefits into more ◞ not proofread | mdni
A/N || also needed to clear this one!! kisses, brooklynn.
daniela usually held it down well— as in no feelings, no complications, no strings.. but her eyes wouldn’t budge, constantly stuck on you and the way you carried yourself in front of everyone.
especially people you didn’t know.
daniela felt achingly, irrevocably lost. she wasn’t sure if it was the half empty cup of alcohol or her heart— she had an idea of which it was.
her back rested against the countertop, free hand gripping the counter from behind to stable herself, the drink wasn’t what was making her dizzy
daniela’s gaze finally settled on maeve— her very close friend— the girl dragged her to parties like this
'to let loose' she said
'to forget about our problems' she said
but daniela’s problem stood loud and proud in the middle of the place, like you owned it.
and you did
she wanted to pursue you, more than anything, wanted to complicate things, wanted to make her feelings known and to stop running away from her racing heart every time you so much as smiled her way.
daniela was the first to notice the lingering touches
the way maeve left her hand on your arm for longer than she should
the way maeve’s eyes looked at you with an unmistakable look of desire
the way she was begging for you to love her the way she had started loving you
it was hurting the girl to hold back, she was on the verge of risking it all
daniela almost spilled her drink when you travelled into the kitchen where she stayed, plastic cup coming into contact with the granite a little too abruptly when your mouth opened
“daniela.”
“hey.”
you stood in front of her, hands enclosing her in but not trapping— though daniela wouldn’t mind even if you were
because she wanted this. she wanted you, god, she wanted you so bad.
“is everything okay? you haven’t left from this spot. maeve was looking for you.” the words left your lips gracefully, effortlessly, while daniela was at a loss for words.
“everything’s splendid. maeve knows where i am.” her words came out sharp, holding edge to them.
your brow raised at her tone, leaning in tighter
“you're right, she does.” your eyes fleeted to her friend while you stayed inches apart from daniela. your fingers moved up her arm slowly, sensually, like no one was watching
daniela swallowed hard, looking away as your lips ghosted over her ear, “i just wanted to come talk to you,”
daniela inhaled shakily, “yea? is that all..?”
you breathed out a laugh, fingers grazing over her collarbone, hands sliding over the dangling gold chain wrapped around her neck. “i like your necklace.”
daniela’s breath hitched— her necklace, the one with your initial on it, was now displaying in front of you “thank you,”
she threw her head back as your fingers touched all over it
“you two aren't very good at hiding things.” your fingers gripped her jaw, tilting her head in the same direction yours was, right at maeve who watched without faltering
“she's sooo mad.”
daniela glared without meaning to, “who cares, she doesn’t own you.”
“no?” the amused smile didn't go past daniela’s eyes
“no.”
your lips skimmed over hers, touching but not kissing— not giving in
“what’s wrong? jealous of your own friend?” your tongue flicked out over her bottom lip, finger drifting over at the same time
daniela’s hands wrapped around your waist, fingers splaying over your lower back, holding possessively, “she's not the one holding you.”
“but you’re not the one on my mind.”
daniela kissed her teeth, “liar.”
your finger hooked under her necklace, “am i?” your hands trailed down her body, resting on her stomach while the woman completely lost it, thoughts full of you, it was bad
you pushed her back, removing yourself from in front of her “wake up daniela, no feelings, remember?”
she wanted to laugh, wanted to joke around about you getting her back, but the way she denied the fact told her a lot about these unsolicited emotions
“i never said that.”
“sure you did,”
daniela watched you walk away, returning to maeve’s side like you hadn’t completely toyed with her head
you wanted daniela to choose you
loudly, unapologetically, without another thought
her strides were fast, the woman following right behind, her fingers lacing around your wrist to pull you back into her
“why do you wanna make a scene?” she whispered into your ear.
you spun around to face her, clearly unamused but also intrigued— because part of you wanted to let this happen, and neither of you were willing to stop it once it did, once it really happened.
daniela’s breath caught in her throat, her defiant stare challenging you, encouraging you to continue. “because you need to stop acting like this doesn’t mean anything to you.”
she looked at you as if you two were the only ones in the room, “i never acted like i didn’t want this.” she corrected, voice low and keen with dare
right then she dragged you upstairs, no more games, she meant it this time.
the door locked with a decisive click, but you were ahead, pushing daniela onto the bed behind her, straddling her, “never?” your hand slithered under her dress, finding her lace panties already damp, fingers pressing into her clit in taunting, tight circles
daniela bit onto her lip, holding back a gasp as her grip tightened around your waist— greedy and rough, like they belonged there.
and you let her.
“you let this go before maeve. you let this go because of your ‘no feelings’ shit. but look, you’re dripping for me.”
“shut up,” daniela bit back, legs spreading wider despite her contradicting words.
“what? hit a nerve?” you teased, removing your fingers and moving off of her, but she wasn’t done, she wasn’t even close to being done.
“say it.” she taunted, her gaze dark and willing.
“say what?” your smirk was killing her, but she knew you’d be screaming her name soon enough— she’d let you have your fun
“you know what.”
you only laughed while sitting next to her, “make me.”
her hand moved up your leg, up your skirt, up to where you both wanted her to touch.
she slipped your panties off, fingers circling your clit without another word, she kept at it— slow, dreadfully slow, your hips bucking against the palm of her hand, “daniela.”
“so now you wanna say it,” a coy smile played on her lips, “you rile me up like that downstairs and then just leave? to her?” envy laced her tone, her fingers slipping inside deliberately, prodding and pumping with a mind of their own.
the soft moan that left your lips sent a shiver straight down her spine, that’s all she wanted to hear, “say it again.”
“daniela,” your voice softer, your hands holding her close, nails digging into her arm while your hips rocked with need.
daniela tugged on your lower lip before kissing you viciously, “yea, exactly.”
you threw your head back, legs spilling open even more as the girl pushed to repeatedly hit against the place you needed her the most, eyes fluttering shut, “fuck, yes. daniela, please”
her lips captured yours in an intense kiss, her tongue driving against yours with passion, “what was that? i couldn’t hear you.”
daniela could hear you perfectly well.
her fingers rocked faster as your hips bucked relentlessly, the pressure built inside and daniela knew you were close “i hate you,”
your words made her chuckle under her breath, “cum for me.” she rasped, her thumb jostling against your clit hard, you were a mess.
you let out a cry— her name— as you came undone on her fingers, the woman clearly pleased as she held you closer, her body right by yours, while her lips hovered near your ear.
daniela's voice was coarse with fulfillment, fingers coming up to her mouth to suck them clean, “mine, got it?”
the breathless ‘yes’ was enough for her, your body melting in her arms.
summary; a charismatic serial killer, daniela found herself falls for the daughter of the town's police officer, you. can she keep her deadly secret well from you? and can you remain safe where danger lurks around every corner of the town, without knowing the danger is closer than you think.
cw; serialkiller/psychopath!daniela, reader is a daughter of a police officer, yoonchae is reader's younger sister, im not rlly sure if it's fluff tbh, violence, language, deaths, blood, i indeed did the proofread real quick so i might have an error but well and etc i dont mentioned...
a/n; it's actually inspired by my own hanni fic lololol. my fetus asked me to do it with daniela ver. but i changed some to not make it boring so i hope you enjoy!!! @imaxdead
the village you basically grew up with now gradually changed into one of the worst nightmare people had ever conceived. it all started with a drunk guy getting murdered near the famous bar in the village—and that's enough to shock the whole villagers—to guys who had done a bad deed in their life got murdered every week.
and yet, the serial killer hasn't been caught by the police officers. it's hardly foreseeable for a serial killer to be good at shrouding clues with their strategic thinking to protect their identity but didn't even bother leaving the lifeless bodies exposed to the public to show the result of their wrongdoing.
after all, psychopaths have a lack of empathy. even worse if they can mimic empathy to fool people. it's one of their charms when it comes down to it.
and that's the reason why the victims could be easily lured by her gesture that was contrived to deceive.
daniela avanzini.
a face of an angel, with devilish intent. she was never a saint.
but she knows how to mimic a saint effortlessly to fool the sinners masquerading as saints. daniela would use her usual trick—with those bewitching eyes and false flattery of her silvered tongue, just the way they like it—before killing them in ways whatever she wants.
the sound of their begging was her favorite part of the killings. daniela relished their desperation, so feral and frantic it reminded her of rabid animals. and she finds it ridiculous for the sinners crying for mercy, blind to the fact they’ve never granted it to begin with.
however, it's even hilarious for stained condemning the stained. as it is often said, a sinner’s worst enemy is a sinner of a different kind. yet daniela would rather silence their breaths than hear them linger. because to her, the living were nothing but mistakes better erased—and nothing is wrong if it serves her satisfaction.
the same goes for anything she desires. she ensures she gets whatever she sets her mind on. for example; you. jeung y/n.
for the first time she lands her gaze on you when you enter her shop, her heart that no longer beats for anything but indulgence begins to beat for another reason.
desire.
for daniela, desire is the same as having.and she would do whatever it takes to get you all by herself.
“unnie, we should ask father to leave this village,” yoonchae began to speak, breaking the silence between the two of you in the small kitchen. “i’m worried for his safety.” she added, concern clear in her tone.
“but you know father won't leave this village just like that,” you replied to your younger sister, your eyebrows knitted together in concern. “and yes i’m worried for his safety too. but he's a police officer, yoonchae. we can't let him abandon his job like it's nothing. it's not just us that he has to protect."
yoonchae could only rub her temples with a small groan, overwhelmed by the feeling like the killer breathing down her neck when the murder kept increasing day by day and the police couldn't do anything about it.
a number of villagers had already abandoned their homes, terrified of being the next victim. those who stayed pressured the authorities to protect the village further, to prevent any more deaths.
silence merely lingered as they sat across from each other, letting the heavy rain speak in their stead. “do you ever think that we could be their next victim?” yoonchae asked, looking up at you now.
“well, if you asked me, i don't think so,” you replied, rubbing your chin to think further. “because, if you notice, the serial killer is only targeting guys and not women,” you added, now sitting down across yoonchae. “i consider women to be safe for now. but i’m still worried for our father because he's a guy.”
just before yoonchae could speak more, multiple soft knocks interrupted their conversation that made both of you turn your head.
“i’ll get it!” yoonchae exclaimed, rising from the chair as she jogs to the door.
“during heavy rain? could it be father? why is he coming earlier than most days?” you whispered to yourself, getting up from your chair to heading towards the door too. but then, you stopped yoonchae from turning the lock. “be careful.”
“right, okay.” yoonchae opened the door with a slow creak and peeked through the narrow gap, only to find daniela, a woman whose beauty didn’t fit the blood and steel of a butcher’s life, she thought to herself.
“meat delivery from avanzini’s butchery to mr. jeung’s house~” daniela sang her words in a lilting cadence, the tradition she used to seem polite in front of people although the heavy rain is pissing her off.
“oh, daniela!” you said with a smile as your eyes lit up when your eyes met hers. “you should come in! it's dangerous to be out there in this weather.” you offered, taking the meat from daniela as you usher her inside while yoonchae closed the door.
truth to be told, you had been captivated by her for the moment you entered her butchery shop. you recalled how gentle the curve of her smile rising to greet you, and much to your surprise, you two got close—like it's still normal to find peace—in the midst of chaos in the village.
“thank you for the meat, unnie!” yoonchae exclaimed eagerly, watching you put the meat inside the fridge.
“your welcome, yoonchae. your father ordered it the morning before he gets to work,” daniela casually remarked and sat on the couch. “oh ya where is mr. jeung? still working?”
“probably,” yoonchae grunted, now flopping onto the couch with a pout. “i hope he's doing fine, i don't want him to be the next victim.”
“hm… anyone could be the killer’s next victim,” daniela said without a care, her eyes unreadable as she watches you serve hot chocolate milk in each glass on the coffee table. “perhaps even him.”
silence.
you and yoonchae turned your heads to her in unison, disbelief etched across your faces as though her words demanded to be heard twice. however, it could be possible and daniela is not wrong. none of you could deny the truth.
the corner of daniela’s lips twitch when the silence stretches further, hinting her to say something to break the silence. “okay, that came off too harsh. but isn’t it true? the killer doesn’t care who it is.”
“yeah... you're right,” you muttered before sipping your glass of hot chocolate milk, as if doing so could wash away the uncomfortable feeling. “unless it comes to women.”
“yeah actually i wonder what makes the serial killer target on men,” yoonchae looks at you, then daniela, searching for an answer. “there must be a reason…” she added, leaning back to the cozy sofa.
“i thought you knew the reason since your father handled the case?” daniela questioned. “oh yeah did the police find a clue?”
“no… the killer is too good at hiding their identity,” you sighed softly. “i feel bad for my father and his co-workers, they tried so hard to find a clue but the villagers kept pressuring them,” you continue with a low grunt, sipping the hot chocolate to calm down. “those men should've helped the police to find a clue instead of barking like a dog.”
“well, only those who barks the most must've done something bad in their past that they are so afraid of being the next victim,” daniela said casually, finishing the hot chocolate milk. “hm, sweet. i love your hot chocolate, y/n.”
while you were busy flustering over daniela’s compliment, yoonchae furrowed her eyebrows and noticed something odd about daniela for tonight. she convinced herself she's just paranoid, but when daniela mentioned something bad in the past for those men, chill ran down her spine instantly.
how would she know?
“yoonchae,” your voice pulled her back to her senses as she blinked two times before realizing she's in the same room as someone who gave her creeps.
yeah, now daniela creeps her out.
“you look tired, yoon. you should go to sleep.” you added, pinching her cheek softly.
“but what about you?” yoonchae asked, tilting her head aside.
“i will be sleeping later,” you replied with a smile. “i want to talk more with daniela.”
as much as yoonchae wants to voice out her concern, she doesn't want to seem obvious. with that, she decided to keep it to herself for now.
“goodnight, unnie.” yoonchae kisses your cheek and looks at daniela, giving her a small wave before heading off to her shared bedroom.
now that you were left alone with daniela on the small couch, you brace yourself to not embarrass yourself in front of the girl you had a crush on. silence enveloped between you and daniela as you don't know what to talk about. your eyes stayed on the empty glass on the coffee table.
then, daniela slid smoothly close to you until your shoulders brushed against each other, her right arm resting on your back as if she knew her touch could make you nervous.
“so when are you going to sleep, y/n?” she asks casually, her eyes trailing over your features while her warm breath hits your skin. “it's late.”
“i um… want to talk to you more,” you reasoned, eyes darting everywhere around the room but daniela. “it's dangerous to go back to your place at this hour, so it'll be good if you stay in my house until the rain stops.”
“cute, just say you miss me, y/n,” daniela teased, the corner of her lips curling up into a knowing smirk, loving every second of how easy your body language was for her to read like a damn open book. “it's been awhile since we hung out. i miss you, you know…”
“i miss you too, but work keep you busy and i don't want to disturb you,” you state, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. “you work until late night, and im afraid you bumped into the killer. who knows if the killer changed plans. they're sick in the head,” you pout, finally looking up to look into daniela's sharp eyes. “i don't want to lose you.”daniela's sharp eyes softened, her hands moved to cup your cheeks. “don't worry, they won't kill any women they see,” she muttered without a care, but seeing those big clueless eyes, she continues. “because they only target on men, don't they?”
you nodded your head wordlessly, somehow lost in her gaze that you can't even focus on anything else at that moment.
how could you not? when she looks so beautiful under the incandescent lights. however, you would never know the danger outside that keeps you aware of everything around you that was never there, but rather in front of you, a devil dressing as a pretty butcher by hiding her dirty little secret behind her charms.
“would you mind if i kiss your lips to stop my mind from wondering what it tastes like?” daniela asked you like she's asking where the toilet is. and that makes you jolted awake from your thoughts.
your eyes widened as your cheeks flushed red, you weren't expecting to hear something like that from daniela. especially when you just met not long more than a month. “kiss my lips…?”
“mhm, i want to claim your lips for mine to kiss,” daniela replied with her voice low and seductive, leaning closer towards you to trap you deeper into her dangerous gaze. “...you’re mine, y/n.”
without wasting time, daniela closed the distance between you and her, stealing away your breath as her lips crashed against yours deeper, as if not wanting you to break the kiss.
your hands were awkwardly above daniela’s hips when her hands gently guide yours to rest on her shoulders, while hers trail down your body to stop and stay on your hips. the kiss was great for a first kiss. your first kiss. and she seems experienced by the way she leads. you wouldn't mind. your crush is kissing you. and you couldn't think of anything but her lips on yours.
then, you break the kiss, your hands still on her shoulders as you're trying to catch your breath. the sight of you out of breath makes daniela licks her lips. regardless of how much she wants to kiss you again, daniela has to hold back for now. she can't afford to lose control.
not when someone's watching.
“i’m heading back to close my shop,” daniela said as she stood up from the couch, smoothing her shirt while looking at the top of the stairs where yoonchae is peeking. “you shouldn't be sneaking up like that, yoonchae,” she added before pinching your right cheek casually. “do it better next time.”
“i’m sorry…” yoonchae whispered an apology as she stood up. you could only hide your flushed face with a pillow, not wanting anyone to see how flustered you were when you realized your very own sister caught you kissing with daniela.
“daniela…” you called her name softly, though muffled by the pillow. you open your one eye and look at daniela with a shy expression. “be careful.”
“i will be, don't worry,” daniela answered as she walked close to the door but stopped to glance at you again. “love you, y/n.” she winks and walks out of the door, leaving you all flustered.
once the door clicked shut, the silence lingered in the living room for one minute before yoonchae spoke up.
“so care to explain since when you're dating daniela unnie?”
but you were so flustered that you can't even mutter an explanation for yoonchae. you could only bury your face deeper in the pillow while squealing.
yoonchae only shakes her head. she wants to tell you about her bad feelings about daniela, but now that she found out you were with daniela, she can't make herself look like she's trying to ruin your relationship.
with a sigh, she fetch her rain jacket and open the door, the heavy rain show no sign of stopping at any time. “unnie, i’m going out to meet father at the police station,” yoonchae tell you while wearing her rain jacket. “i’ll be back later.”
“but it's dangerous, yoonchae…” the concern in your voice stopped her from taking another step outside. “the heavy rain isn't stopping, why don't you just wait for our father like we always do?” you questioned, tilting your head aside.
yoonchae didn't reply right away. instead, she looks at you. “don't worry, the killer only targets men, don't they?” she gives you a reassuring smile and closes the door shut as her legs lead her to the police station.
“still… be careful, yoonchae…”
elsewhere, daniela closed her shop like usual, it had become her second nature by how often she has done it. however, her mind couldn't stop playing over the moment you and yoonchae kept worrying about your father with filial affection.
it pissed her off. so fucking much.
for daniela, your father is just as equal as the men she murdered. pretending to be a saint, while their past explains that they are just stained saints. in her mind, if those are done, then nothing could erase the bad deed.
by nothing daniela won't even spare anything to let your father walk alive for tonight. she needs to kill him. blood for blood.
daniela wears a black coat after taking off her rain coat—making it easier for her to blend in the shadows—and tossing it somewhere. without a sound, she stealthily slipped into the alley your father was known to take, her hand tightening around the kitchen knife with the firm intention to murder him.
at the exact time the clock struck twelve, daniela caught a glimpse of the shadow of a man she had claimed as her prey moved down the alley alone. his body slouched as he plodded down the alley with an umbrella in his grip, each footstep echoing his weariness of the day.
a smirk etched into daniela's lips as she follows him from behind, who's completely unaware of the danger lurking behind him.
“die.” daniela whispered under her breath—though drowned out by the heavy rain—as she swung the kitchen knife precisely onto his back.
he crumpled to his knees with a yelp instantly, the umbrella he's holding now on the dirty wet ground, pain wracking his body as his wide, frantic eyes searched the shadows to find the threat ahead.
“who the hell—” he choked out, struggling for air as he scrambled upright. unfortunately, he received another strike under his ribs from behind that put him completely under a vulnerable position. the rain washed over him, mingling with his blood as it seeped into the puddles.
daniela's wicked grin stretched wider as she moved closer, slipping the gun off his belt out of his reach. “pathetic.” she taunted, stepping over his wound while ignoring his cry of pain.
“l-let me go…” he gasped. the heavy rain made it hard for him to call out for help. for now, he had to endure the pain and fight back the killer. “my daughters are waiting for me–”
he choked on his own cries as daniela stepped harder into his wound. “woah, you're a devoted father now, aren't you? strange… where is the same devotion when a little girl you abandoned for the price of a bribe back then?”
his eyes widened, the pain suddenly clouded by adrenaline. his heart beats twice faster than before as he recalled the time he let his greed take over him for a bribery. “i’m sorry... i’m wrong… spare my life, please…”
“as always, stupid people will admit their wrongdoing after getting called out,” daniela said as she rolled her eyes. nothing's new when she kills men. but their writhing pain makes her keep going. “and what's the point of apologizing to me? go crawl to that little girl's grave and apologize properly to her.” she said as she kicked his body like he's nothing but a piece of trash.
“y/n… yoonchae…” he mutters his daughters’ name under his breath as he tries to crawl away from daniela weakly. “y-you sick psycho… you're not as good as you think for killing people you think are bad!” he yells through the heavy downpour as he's struggling to breath due to the wound under his ribs. “kill yourself because you're just as bad as people you killed!”
then, he forced himself onto his back despite the pain as he writhed. when daniela kicked his face, he immediately caught her foot and pulled her down to the ground.
“fuck!” daniela grunted as he staggered on his knees to choke her. “bold move, old man.” she huffed out a small laugh while he tightened his grips around daniela’s neck. her hood now slipped down revealing her face under the moonlight.
“d-daniela?” he muttered, disbelief written clearly on his face as his grips loosen up. he couldn't bother to wipe the blood on his nose. “w-what.. w-why did you…”
“your daughters are waiting at home,” she smirks, still managing to overpower the man with just her words. “too bad their father is going to abandon them tonight,” she added before her smirk went off as she fetched the kitchen knife and immediately sliced his neck, blood splattering out like fireworks. “like how he used to abandoned that little girl.”
he coughs out blood and pressed his neck, as if the efforts itself can stop the blood from flowing out. unfortunately, there's nothing he can do about it. he has to wait for death to get him. and that's why daniela is standing in front of him with a triumphed grin.
“die, old man,” she sneers, watching his lifeless body laid unmoving on the wet ground while his blood bled into the torrents, vanishing in the flood of rain. “hope you find her and apologize properly.”
"father!”
yoonchae’s piercing scream rang out the empty alley, cutting through the heavy rain. she was standing at the end of the alley, her eyes wide with fear, unsure if she should move forward.
without further ado, daniela quickly lifted down her hood to hide her face and fled away from the scene before yoonchae could chase her.
that was close. daniela thought.
but well, the job is done and she's satisfied with her wrongdoing. that's what matters to her.
“no, no, no…” yoonchae mewl softly under her breath as she cradled her father in her arms. “wake up… please…”but the body remains stilled despite the pleas.
suddenly, yoonchae notices a glint in the puddle. at first she thinks it’s just a glass or a coin left on the ground, but slowly, she picks it up and scrutinizes the earring, her brow furrowed when she recognizes daniela had the same one.
“what… why would her earring be here..?”
a week passed, the situation became increasingly chaotic as many residents had left the village out of fear—where they thought it was better to leave than to rely on the hopeless authorities—until the village seemed abandoned.
and somehow, the killings dwindled too. as if the killer got bored and decided to stop. the case was left unsolved and those men who were murdered never got justice.
nor did they deserve any.
“make sure to get home safe after you visit his grave, unnie,” yoonchae murmured in concern as she hugged you tight. “i’ll stay and pack what's left in here.”
“i will,” you replied back with a small smile after pulling away from the hug. “don't worry, yoonchae. i won't leave you alone. i'm still here.” you pointed your index finger above her chest. “you too, be careful, okay? we will leave this village tonight.”
yoonchae wordlessly nodded her head, watching you leave the house until your figure disappeared from her sight. then, she let out a quiet sigh before returning to pack some food.
after losing your father, you were so sad that you cried so much until your eyes were red and puffy. even so, you still let yoonchae stay by your side, sharing grief together.
daniela, too, in fact stayed by your side. she doesn’t try to talk too much. instead, daniela would hold your hand in silence, or keep you close in her embrace while you cry. even planting comforting kisses on your temple after you broke down. the kind of gesture you would believe she was being thoughtful.
honestly, that puts yoonchae in doubt whether to trust her instinct about something is wrong with daniela. especially when she noticed daniela is missing the earring that she found last week. however, seeing how comfortable you are with daniela and how daniela takes care of her older sister makes her hesitate.
not long after, multiple knocks on the door from outside enough to jolt yoonchae awake from her train of thoughts. she puts down the last lunchbox she filled with apple slices and makes her way towards the door, wondering if it's you.
but then when she opened the door, she's wrong.
it's daniela.
“hey, yoonchae,” daniela greeted the younger woman with a faint smile. she seems like she's about to leave the village too. judging by the way she dresses and the white van she owned parked outside. she usually walk to get here. “can i come in?”
“sure, unnie, why not.” yoonchae mirrored the same gesture—despite feeling uneasy—as she let daniela step inside, closing the door and guide her to sit on the couch.
“yeah, y/n unnie is out visiting our father's grave for a while,” yoonchae answered, coming back with two glasses of ice chocolate. “what makes you come here, unnie?”
“ah, that's quite unfortunate,” daniela sighs softly, but then changes her wording. “i mean, i want to meet your sister… but she's out visiting her father's grave. i miss her.”
yoonchae didn't reply right away, she offered a glass of ice chocolate to daniela. “our father means so much to her. especially after our mother passed away,” she muttered softly, taking a sip of her ice chocolate. “and she wants to visit his grave before we leave tonight.”
daniela nodded her head, taking every word in her head. “me too, i mean it's no use to open my shop here anymore, most people leave this town and it's getting boring. so i should do the same,” she sighs, not touching the ice chocolate. “so that's why i want to see you and your sister for the last time.”
“ohh i see..” yoonchae nodded her head, uncertain to ask daniela a question that has been stuck in her head for a long time. “um, unnie, can i ask you something?”
daniela nodded her head casually, leaning on her elbows on her knees while tilting her head aside. “what is it?”
yoonchae took the earring out of her pocket pants. her fingers tightened around the small earring, its silver surface glinting faintly beneath the couch’s incandescent lights. “did you lose one of your earrings? because..” yoonchae trailed off, slowly holding up the missing earring to daniela. “i think this belongs to you.”
for the first time, daniela froze. just for a heartbeat. too quick for most to notice. then her lips curved into a practiced smile, now barely reaching her eyes. she reached for the earring with careful fingers. “so that’s where it went,” she laughed lightly. “i thought i'd lost it. thank you, yoonchae.”
without waiting for a response, daniela probes gently. “where did you find it?”
yoonchae swallowed, her heart tightening. “in the alley… near the police station.” she answered cautiously, still wanting to hear daniela’s response.
for a second, silence stretched between them. but then, daniela stood up from the couch slowly, her eyes sharp on yoonchae. “are you okay? you look tense…” she stated.
when yoonchae didn't answer and started backing away, she tilted her head deceptively. “why do you look at me like that, yoonchae? did i do something wrong?”
yoonchae held back her tears and forced down a lump in her throat. “you… did you kill my father?” she asked straight away.
daniela remained silent, a faint smile playing on her lips. “i would never,” she finally answered. though her voice carried the eeriness of the tension between them. “what makes you think that?” she takes another step closer to yoonchae but the younger one falls off the couch and that makes her stop. “that’s horrible.”
“you scared me.”
with that, daniela's smile faltered that made her jaw tightened. “don’t say that.”
“leave,” yoonchae breathed out. “you need to leave.”
daniela simply let out a little chuckle. and just like that, her hands immediately shoot out to grab yoonchae by the collar with a surprisingly strong grip. “you’re just as annoying as your stupid father,” she clenched her teeth. “people like him don’t get second chances, yoonchae. i make sure of that.”
“w-who gives you the right to kill him for his sins!?” yoonchae snapped, although her voice shakes with dread. “y-you’re scarier than the monster you claim he was!”
as daniela held her silence, yoonchae carried on.
“you're just a fucking monster!”
just then, daniela burst out a sharp laugh, the kind of humorless laugh that sent shivers down yoonchae's spine. “no, no… i’m not a monster… monsters kill people for fun. i kill people for a purpose. there’s a difference,” she explained to yoonchae proudly, being self-righteous about herself. “i’m not a monster.”
“i’d rather die in your hands than hearing you admit yourself that you're not a monster.” yoonchae spat.
daniela's lips twitch into a smirk, her eyes glinted with twisted amusement. “if that's what you want…” daniela trailed off, her hand reaching out a pocket knife behind her pocket pants before lifting it up. “i’ll grant you that.”
before daniela could bring the knife down, the front door swung open. both daniela and yoonchae look up and find you're standing at the doorway, clearly terrified of the sight before you.
“daniela?” you croaked out. when you notice the glint of the pocket knife in daniela's grip right above yoonchae's head, you immediately run to push daniela off your younger sister without a second thought.
“unnie!” yoonchae shouted, quickly hugging you tight with a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “you came back.”
“i’m here, i’m here.” you whispered gently to yoonchae, hugging her close to you.
daniela hurriedly got on her knees with a grunt and pulled you away from yoonchae, hugging your body from behind as she held out the pocket knife, daring yoonchae to come closer.
“come closer, and i’ll kill your sister right in front of your eyes,” daniela threatens with a firm voice, pressing the pocket knife above your neck. “i’m not joking.”
“yoonchae, please—” you gasped, hands gripping uselessly around daniela’s arm. “please, listen to me, listen to me…” you sobbed, having trouble speaking when a pocket knife is one inch away from slicing your flesh.
“yes…” daniela bared a twisted smile, her legs dragging away further from yoonchae as her grip around you got tighter possessively. “listen to your sister, yoonchae…”
“run…” you muttered under your breath, sniffling while looking at yoonchae with misty eyes. “and don't look back.” you added softly.
“but—”
“go!” you shouted, making her flinch but quickly get up to run out of the house.
she followed what you said to her; run and don't look back. and definitely run to the police station right away to get some help.
“how could you do this to me, dani?”
“he better off dead, y/n…” daniela replied with her voice low and seductive. her lips hovering closely over your neck while the knife is now placed near to your chin, as if a reminder that you're trapped in this situation. in her arms. “his sins will stain you,”
“you're talking nonsense!” you cried out, squirming to get away from daniela but it was no use. you can't even move an inch. “that’s just a lame excuse for you to kill my father!” you barked, tears now wetting your cheeks.
daniela only let out a low laugh, her breath hitting against yours as she places a soft kiss on your wet cheek. “cute,” she whispered, sharp eyes trailing over you; that fear in your eyes, the tears, the ragged breathing, and the determination to escape. it intrigued her. “don't leave, y/n…”
“let me go!! please! i hate this! i hate you!” you cried out, now desperately, as if begging farther could make daniela change her mind.
but escaping is impossible to you when the wolf had finally lured the rabbit into her trap. most importantly, there was no way out. and possibly, you won't make it out alive.
“you hate me?” daniela repeated the last sentence. in an instant, you're now placed on the ground while daniela sat on top of you, wicked grin stretched wider as she throws the pocket knife aside to wrap her hands around your neck. “hate me all you want. i’ll make sure you won't leave me,” daniela remarked, her eyes and her grin tells you enough that she's holding onto her words. her fingers now began to tighten around your neck. “because i don't hate you, y/n. i love you.”
“if you love me, you wouldn't do something like this to me, dani!” you choked out, struggling to breath now that you're getting choked. “you—you sick!” you added, legs began to thrashing around.
“beg,” daniela purred, her thighs clamping around your hips to hold you firmly from moving too much and her hands refusing to ease. “say my name and let me hear you beg properly, pretty.”
“please—” you coughed out, right hand helplessly gripping daniela's shoulder. “p-please, daniela, please… please let me go!” you beg harder, tears blurring your vision as your trembling fingers reach to the pocket knife, praying daniela wouldn't notice.
“i love you… hah… i love you, y/n.” daniela whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips as her grip around your neck loosen to cradle your tear streaked cheeks.
your fingers eventually clench around the pocket knife and without wasting time, your hand swings to stab daniela’s shoulder.
daniela yelped in pain, clutching the pocket knife that was stabbed deep in her shoulder, blood seeping out of the wound. “fuck!” she screams in rage more than pain.
you quickly kick her chest and get on your feet to run out of the main door to escape, a relief dangerously clinging to you.
however, daniela pulled out the pocket knife and threw it straight to you, the blade sharply stabbed right in your calf as you fell on the porch.
“don’t leave me, darling…” daniela chuckled softly, her voice laced with possessive warmth—that makes your stomach knotted with dread—as she tangled her fingers in your hair, guiding you back into the kitchen. your weak hits landed against her legs helplessly, your cries spilling out in ragged breath but she only pulled you closer, as if holding something precious she refused to let go.
“j-just kill me…” you panted, teary eyes locked with daniela’s intense gaze. “you'll only make me suffer if you do this to me.”
daniela didn't reply right away, but her wicked grin twitched the thought of killing you. she never thought of killing you, no, never, at all, and when you bring it up, it makes daniela's heart stutter in her chest.
weird, her heart never beat for consternation.
however, twisted amusement never runs dry for a psychopath like daniela.
“if you want me to kill you so bad…” daniela paused, letting the silence stretch between them as she wrenched the pocketknife from your calf aggressively, your cry of pain only making her eyes linger on the stream of blood spill out of your flesh. “then let's die together, sweetheart.”
that’s when her eyes landed on the gasoline tank sitting against the wall, hidden beneath the sink as a dangerous, wicked smile tugged at her lips. daniela tilted her head—the gesture that mixed with curiosity and giddiness—as her fingers twitched at her side, seemingly itching for it.
“wouldn’t that be romantic?” she murmured under her breath, eyes turning back to you. “to end it all in fire… turning us into nothing but ash?”
“please, daniela…” you plead, ignoring her obvious intention. “just stab me or—”
your words died on your tongue when she kissed you, this time, gently like she's kissing you for the first time. “no, y/n.” daniela refused the idea of killing you after breaking the kiss, her tone as gentle as the previous kiss. “as cruel as i may be, i can't just take the life of one so precious to me.”
without giving you a chance to speak, daniela rose to her feet and seized the gasoline can, pouring it across the kitchen and living room while your pleas fell on deaf ears.
“if i can’t have you alive, i’ll at least make sure you aren’t taken without me.” daniela declared after discarding the empty tank with a careless thud.
then, daniela fished a lighter from her pocket pants, thumb rolling over the metal with the ease of someone who’d done this a thousand times in her mind. she crouched near the trail of gasoline, eyes fixed on you with that unnervingly tender smile.
“now, we'll never be apart.” she whispered, almost like a wedding vow, before flicking the flame alive.
the fire caught in one blink of an eye, racing across the slick floor in a greedy flash. heat licked up the walls, the kitchen erupting into a snarling fire where you sat slumped down against the kitchen drawers.
your screams tore through the air, raw and desperate. but within moments, the roar of the fire swallowed them whole until only the crackle of burning wood remained.
“please get there faster! you have to capture the killer and save my sister from her!” yoonchae cried, demanding for the policemen to drive faster towards her place.
“wait what's that?” one of them asked, pointing at the direction as yoonchae's eyes shifted to the smoke lingering in the air, coming from her place. the sight before her knocked the breath right out of her as a scream tore out of her lungs in the police car.
“it's hot, daniela! stop it! stop it!” you scream while stumbling back from the growling fire, coughing and choking, fresh tears streaming down your face as you fight to breathe.
“shh.. y/n..” daniela kneeled in front of you and wiped your tears, brushing the messy strands of your hair before cradling your face in such a tender touch despite the storm around them. “it'll stop.”
“i don't want to die, please…” you plead, looking into her eyes. “yoonchae… i don't want to leave her alone, please let me go…” you added while gripping her shoulders tightly, both in pain and fear. “i don't want to die…”
“you told me to kill you earlier, now you don't want to die?” daniela chuckled, the sound that used to make your heart race for affection now changed to fear. “cute. you held such devotion like your father, but you're so pure, that's what i love about you, y/n.”
“what are you…”
“you never make me feel like this throughout my life…” she began to pour the words out from her heart, her hands now holding tight with yours, her thumb brushing yours as if to comfort you. “for the first time i laid my eyes on yours, my heart raced with desire for the first time…” she trailed off, flashing a smile that always meant for you—not twisted, but pure with affection that she never thought would have it in her. “and i don't want it to fade, so i have to end it like this. just to be with you.”
“daniela… this is—”
“say it,” daniela cut you off with a firm voice. “say that you love me,” she said as she brought your hands close to press her lips against your knuckles. “please, y/n…”
defeated, you mutter weakly. “i love you, daniela.”
a burning beam crashed to the floor behind her, sparks erupting closer to where you are. she didn’t even look back. her eyes were merely locked on yours, as if she saw nothing beyond you and the fire that would seal you together.
“i love you too, y/n.” she whispers, her thumb now smearing soot across your cheek tenderly. after that, she leans down again to kiss your lips gently, to steal away your breath, to end it all with a kiss when the ceiling groans above, ready to fall.
“you’re mine in life,” she whispered between the kiss with a soft gasp, her words slow and deliberate, while her firm eyes locked on your eyes that filled with fear. “and you’ll be mine in death.”
with that having said, even a gentle kiss hides the ruin it brings in the end.
⋆˙⟡ daniela avanzini doesn’t think she’s attracted to women, but her silly little crush turns into daniela yearning for more than just a friendship.
❝ the look of love, the rush of blood
the "she’s with me" is the gallic shrug
the black and white and the color dodge
the good time girls, the cubicles ❞
𐙚⋆ 🍪
⋆˙⟡ genre || this was requested, just fluff, not proofread
⋆˙⟡ a/n || this one is so cute, kisses, brooklynn ────────── ୨ৎ────────────
the smell of coffee was prominent, daniela just made a whole pot for the both of you. you sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging back and forth. you sported one of daniela’s oversized hoodies, the warm mug in your hands.
you’ve always liked daniela, but you knew she wasn’t into you, she wasn’t even into girls in general. it was something she said years ago that you held onto.
“you make coffee way better than i do.”
“you just need to practice, besides i really like your coffee.. it’s bitter in a good way.”
you laugh — a sound that comes easy to you, a sound that made daniela’s chest feel warm.
the sun’s glow on your figure was enough to make daniela forget how to breathe.
daniela didn’t know when it started happening — the long stares, her pumping heart, the way your face was plastered in her mind.
you raise a brow, “what?”
“nothing. you just look like you belong here.”
“in your house?”
“something like that.”
⋆˙⟡
the bed was a mess of blankets and snacks, a cheesy movie playing on the screen, though neither of you were actually watching.
you were half asleep, eyes threatening to close as your head rested on daniela’s shoulder — fingers drawing invisible shapes into the palm of daniela’s hand.
daniela’s heart was beating like crazy, she could smell the vanilla shampoo you’d used earlier, the scent blending with her floral one.
when the characters in the movie kissed, you smiled softly, “took them long enough.” daniela whispered, her voice quiet. you almost laughed, “you’re one to talk..” you mumble into her sleeve.
“what do you mean?”
“just.. you’re impossible.. it’s nothing.”
daniela wanted to bother you for a better answer, but then your arm wrapped around her waist and she forgot about everything, all at once.
⋆˙⟡
rain fell in a rhythmic pattern against the window, the pattering sound bringing you comfort. daniela began to clean up the board game, glancing at you every so often.
she was curious about what you were drawing, finally peeking over to get a look.
“that’s really good.”
you close your book and fake pout, “dani.. i told you to wait until after.”
she laughs at your words, “i couldn’t help it, it’s been thirty minutes, i had to look.”
you offer a genuine smile. “i’ll forgive you, only because you said it looked good.”
daniela playfully gasps, “i need to stop feeding your ego.”
“no you don’t.” you both laugh — you were used to this. your heart swelling with warmth. you kept it in because the woman in front of you wouldn’t return your feelings, but daniela felt something even stronger. her attraction to you wasn’t so subtle anymore, and she couldn’t even deny it.
⋆˙⟡
the kitchen was a mess, flour was everywhere, the white powder visible on your clothes, and on daniela’s face.
“okay. i think you added way too much sugar.”
you stick your finger into the bowl, tasting what the both of you made.
“uhm impossible, sugar is love.”
“you’re going to make us diabetic.”
“worth it.” you smile as you dust the flour off your clothes.
daniela watched you— she really watched you
the way your eyes moved when you smiled, the way your lips twisted when you were focused, the way you looked perfect. impossibly perfect.
her chest felt full, the words were right there — i think i’m in love with you — but she couldn’t find the courage to say them.
instead, she grabbed a pinch of flour and threw it at you, giggling at your state.
you gasp in shock, “you’re so going to get it!” you do the same, the both of you going back and forth with flour and feelings.
she could live in this moment forever
⋆˙⟡
days went by, same routine as always. you took the time to send silly pictures, leaving small sticky notes with sweet messages throughout her house, daniela cooked for you both, loving the warmth you brought into her life.
⋆˙⟡
one night you were asleep on her lap, daniela reached to brush a strand of hair out of your face, smiling. “you’re ridiculous. you have no idea what you do to me. i love you.”
you stirred a little, muttering a small, “love you too.”
her heart stopped, she thought it might give out.
“you’re not allowed to say that when you’re asleep..” she playfully scolds, her smile contradicting her words.
⋆˙⟡
the warm mugs helped shield you two from the cold, your eyes on the view but your mind stuck on the woman next to you. “you’ve been acting weird lately.”
“how?”
“softer..”
daniela bit her bottom lip, blurting out the three words that could ruin everything. “i love you.”
you turn to face her, a smirk displaying across your lips. “yea?”
“yea.”
“took you long enough.” you whisper, before placing a small kiss onto her lips.
it was soft and unpredictable— absolutely perfect in every way.
⋆˙⟡
weeks turned into months, you and daniela in the happiest relationship possible. waking up with her in the mornings felt like a ritual, you wore her hoodie and she made coffee.
daniela handed the coffee with a kiss which you happily returned. “you taste better than the coffee.”
“good.”
“you know you’re mine forever right? i’m never letting you go.”
you smile at her words, “sounds perfect.”
and with that, daniela realized she’d never have to chase happiness ever again.
❦ getting into a relationship with daniela's ex wasn't the plan— but neither was getting with her instead.
daniela avanzini x fem!reader · explicit sexual content · fingering · scissoring · cheating?? (he treats everyone badly) · slight voyeurism · daniela's really who you've been after · not proofread [mdni]
❛ i built that boy by brick by brick by brick
A/N || just a little something. kisses, brooklynn.
you had been over the too loud party— just drinks, bodies, and mouths that wouldn't stop talking your ear off. daniela seemed to be eyeing you all night, it made sense, but you wanted to believe otherwise.
you held onto your boyfriend's arm, he had been talking the night away and you wanted nothing but to just get out of there. as he continued, you felt yourself slipping away from the conversation and feeling more intrigued by the view outside— the sun had been setting, and the trees blew effortlessly in the little wind that was still out.
so you stepped away and slid outside, back facing the double glass doors which you hadn't heard click.
“bored?”
you turned around in response, you didn't expect her to confront you, and you definitely didn't expect for her to encounter you alone. though you couldn't complain, you'd been far more interested in what she had to say than what he ever did.
daniela stepped forward once more, forcing you to advance back, your skin touching the cold metal fence that wrapped around the patio. your eyes flicked up to hers— unsure but steady, all while she dragged her manicured finger down the front of your chest.
“i made him,” her nail lowered; stopping for a moment just to trace small shapes over your dress, her head leaning in to whisper by your ear, “you’re basically just into me,”
your breath hitched at her words.
into her.
daniela— the girl he’d been with for two years before she’d decided better, decided to break up because fixing him would only be for the girls that weren’t her.
and now you were in between the guy who you’d been talking to—just recently dating— and the girl who’d invented him.
her eyes tracked up and down your body, nice and slow, like she was taking in exactly what she should’ve earned in return, “he doesn’t deserve what all my hard work is giving him,”
you glanced at her finger for a moment— “he doesn’t.” the words ushered out before you could stop them, before you could even process what it was that you had just let out of your mouth.
daniela’s brow shot up curiously, “oh?”
“you do,” you said firmly, no risky hesitation, no delayed responses.
her lips twisted into a knowing smirk, mouth almost touching yours but not daring to push further, “wanna show me?” she lifted her head slightly to look you in the eye, voice so soft you couldn’t answer back.
“you don’t want him back?”
daniela dusted off her hands slowly, lifting them up with a knowing smile, a clear ‘no’
fuck.
you met her eyes tentatively, hands presssing onto her chest as you leaned forward— daniela waiting patiently for the gap to close.
your pulse spiked as your lips brushed against hers, pulling back to process, but then pressing softly, because you meant it.
daniela’s hands slid around your waist, pulling your body into hers while your lips touched, you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, fingers squeezing into showing skin and the kiss becoming fervent.
daniela smiled against you when she realized, thumbs circling your hips before she broke away, lips dragging down to your bottom one until it flipped back up.
the whine that left your mouth was enough to elicit a small chuckle from her, “already impatient?”
you smiled, confidence overcoming you. “you asked me to show you, right? so,” your fingers slid to wrap around her wrist, gently touching while you moved forward, “let me show you.”
her eyes widened for a moment so briefly you were surprised you'd caught it yourself, she followed through the loud house— the beating bass that vibrated all over, the floor with too many cups to count, the grinding and touching and all too close-ing of the crowd.
daniela moved just as swiftly as you did, her eyes stuck on your body as you sauntered around
your free hand held onto the bannister “you know, you didn’t really need a lot of convincing”
“i know what i like,” you whispered, pushing the first door open, daniela’s hand closing it right behind. “i like when girls are sure,” her finger slipped under to tilt your head, “and i like when girls don’t waste time.”
your lips touched hers, fingers weaving their way through her tied up dress, ribbons falling free as her hands held your face, deepening the kiss— one hand coming down to push at your chest.
another step back, her hand pushed again, the backs of your legs touched the mattresses. she didn’t break away from the kiss, tongue slipping inside to meet yours, hands hesitating against the brown dress that was almost half off.
one more push and you were sitting down, daniela’s leg hooking over your lap to straddle you, her smile widening at your stifled gasp. her hands trailed over exposed skin, fingers grazing over the small zipper tucked to the side, thumb and pointer grabbing the zipper and pulling down, your dress falling forward as the zipper kept lowering.
she lifted her hips to remove the dress from you entirely, eyes on black lace and a matching set she wasn’t expecting.
but she should’ve known.
you were put together so well.
your eyes followed the discarded fabric on the bed, daniela’s head dipping down, lips kissing at the sensitive skin of your neck while her fingers ran over your body, “go on, you know what to do,” you spread your legs open, swallowing hard as her eyes took their time admiring you. “is that all?”
you looked down, your hand moving to push the fabric aside, leaving you bare. she hummed out of satisfaction, mouth dipping in closer to yours, “are you sure?” she asked, voice too sultry to even pay attention to. you nodded absentmindedly, “please,”
her lips curved upwards, one hand moving down your body until it stopped right above where she knew you wanted— needed— her.
your eyes followed her as her hand moved back up, breath already uneven. “please?” she laughed softly, pressing her finger into your chest, “please, what?”
“please, daniela. i want this, i want you.” you begged, words slurring together into a mess of intense need. you weren't even sure what you were begging for, but as long as her hands were on you, it’s all you needed.
she laughed low, “aww, you do?” she purred, slipping her finger inside without preamble, a soft but taunting gasp leaving her mouth. “god i've only said a few words and you're soaked.”
you couldn’t respond, mind entirely focused on her finger— and the fact that you wanted more.
you nodded instead, watching as she jutted out her bottom lip into a fake pout.
“yea? you want it that bad? and you were begging for him like this once, can you believe that.”
she pushed two fingers inside, prodding and pumping like she had done this plenty of times before.
“he was never.. important,” your voice cracked, hips rolling against fingers that continued to push.
“i know, but i am.” she pressed her thumb against your clit, her fingers bending and her eyes too focused on your messy state.
“daniela..” your whines were her favourite sound, she’d decided. lips moving to press right up against your cheek, “oh i know baby, i know..”
her words were only leading you closer, ragged breaths and louder noises were the only things that either of you could hear. daniela removed her fingers, placing them by your lips, to which you hurriedly took into your mouth to clean. “but—”
“shh,” she cut you off, pecking your lips again before she pushed two fingers inside once more, swirling the wetness that was already there, around until it began to let her fingers move more freely, her own pumping softly at first just to tease you even more.
your breath hitched for a moment— small gasp slipping from the way her fingers were moving inside. your hands held the still messed up sheets, god you didn’t even know where to look.
she was everywhere.
“i'm close—” your soft pants only emboldened her, “go ahead baby,” her words were enough, your legs giving in and body resting against the bed as you let go.
“fuck,”
daniela chuckled at your state, pulling away and stripping her own clothes.
she adjusted herself, legs falling wide open while your uneven breaths caught up. “my sweet thing, tired already?” she taunted, watching as you slightly shook your head, “no, not even close.”
“not even close?” her lips curved upwards, your leg hooking under hers, and the other laying on top.
you ground onto her, gasps falling from your lips as your body rolled over her own, daniela matched your pace, rocking back, hands roaming over where she wasn’t already— lips pressing all over your neck, leaving marks all too visible.
your soft moans were enough to drive daniela to continue, her hips bucking against yours like she couldn’t get enough— and she couldn’t. every brush of her clit was sending shivers down your spine, her hips rolling relentlessly. “yes— there, right there. don’t stop,” she panted, hands gripping onto you more firmly as her breathing turned uneven, much like yours had.
“daniela, fuck— please,” she just nodded in response, her hips moving to receive the friction she wanted.
that was all you needed, you let go and collapsed on the girl, her hands tightening as she followed behind, her soft pants turning into smaller gasps.
“oh my god,” she rasped out, eyes locking onto your heaving chest, “i don’t want you to leave.”
daniela kept there for a while, listening to your wispy words, “so i won't. stay with me?”
you smiled in response, settling into the girl who you've always really wanted.
❝ tell all of your friends that i'm crazy and drive you mad.
that i'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath. ❞
you don’t breakdown when your relationship starts to fail, instead, you keep yourself stable— because really, you’ve been the only one crossing lines.
daniela avanzini, a psychology major with an unnerving flair for observation, falls into your routine accidentally.. except it feels too calculated to be coincidental.
a number you never handed over, calls that slip way past midnight, fantasies you think are safe because you would never, ever, act upon them..
when your boyfriend’s cheating scandal rises, you’ve already blurred those lines— already been unfaithful in softer and more subtle ways.
and daniela’s been watching long enough to know that she wouldn’t have to put in any work, she knew you’d be the one to let yourself in.
౨ৎ smut + romance ౿ daniela’s low key insane like idk ౿ you actually just don’t care ౿ cheating (emotionally too??) ౿ italics near the beginning is a flashback ౿ not proofread | mdni
bodies bumped into yours like you weren’t there, just a crowd of drunk people trying to dance to whatever awful music was playing.
you opened the door, hand wrapping around the copper handle as you pushed forward
you were met with a couple making out, rolling your eyes before moving on
he shouldn’t have even come
everyone knew you in a good sense— and everyone knew him in a way that contrasted very much.
but from what everyone had seen so far, the relationship seemed stable.. well, stable enough
you didn’t trust him, yet you’d defend him because protecting your reputation mattered more than someone else’s wrong doings
you hit something on your way down the hall, a toned back— a very toned back— on a lithe figure.
the girl turned around, smirk forming once her eyes landed on you.
daniela avanzini.
the enigmatic psychology major who circled your life like a possessive saucer
she took your face in her hand, inspecting everywhere
“you okay? you haven’t had much to drink, have you?”
you pushed away, “i’m completely sober daniela, i was looking for someone.”
“well i’m right here.”
you scoffed, “very funny. i’ll see you later.”
her fingers slipped around your wrist, more intimately— you swallowed hard, “you don’t want to go in there, you won’t like what you see.. but i can drive you home if your ride back is too busy..”
the closed door promised a lot behind it than just an empty bed. and deep down you knew, you just wanted to think that this time it was different.
“hello?” you answered the phone with a hushed voice, afraid to wake david up and also afraid because it was an unknown caller.
“hi, how are you?”
“who is this?” the chuckle coming from the other line made your heart pick up pace, maybe you shouldn’t have picked up at all.
“i don’t know if you remember, but it’s daniela, i’m from your stats class.. i can’t stop thinking about you,” her pause comes slow, palpable, “sorry, that was a bit abrupt but honesty is admirable, i’d say. and if that’s the case, then i find you unbelievably attractive and i know that the boy you’re playing around with isn’t pleasing you as much as you wish he would.”
you could hear the smile in her voice, “i don’t mean to upset you, but frat boys really aren’t decent guys and quite frankly if you wanted a good hookup you wouldn’t be resorting to one of them. they can’t possibly know what you need, not really, and i know the recognition is probably a high anyone would die for but why? for a half hard dick and a bunch of lousy excuses as to why he keeps coming home late.. and not returning your calls, not making it known that he’s in a stable relationship with someone so precious,” you glance at him sleeping soundly, everything she was saying was right, a little too right,
“—and god, i’m rambling again but you just deserve so much more than someone who won’t really see you. i see you, though. i notice you all the time, and you know, we don’t know each other as closely as i’d like us to but that makes this more fun. it could be our little secret, just us, late nights, and i mean, i could help you with what he hasn’t satisfied. i’m always here”
realistically, you should’ve been terrified. you should’ve blocked her number, told her off, done something other than squeeze your thighs together.
but you lived for risk and danger, you lived for things that people shouldn’t want, but end up wanting anyway because it’s so tempting. “and what would we do?”
“well, whatever you’d like, i’ll do whatever you want me to. whatever helps.. tell me something you haven’t told anyone”
harmless. it had to have been harmless if it was just words through a phone and not an inch of physical touch, if fantasies didn’t leave past numerical digits and phone rings it was fine.
you exhaled, “i like being watched, i like having eyes on me while my hand dips down low and—”
“if you didn’t want me here you could’ve just said so, don’t need to be so uptight about it. you’ve been jealous for months, why would i believe you?”
daniela laughed, low and sweet, her fingers loosening in grip. “you don’t have to believe anything i say if you don’t want to. but if you step behind the door..” she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting by your ear, “and if i’m right, what happens then, hm?”
your eyes stayed focused on the closed door, the white oak taunting you like it knew what was behind it but the music was too loud to give it away.
“lose my number daniela, how about that?” you pulled your arm away from her, weaving through people that were dancing too close, exhaling a breath when the cold air hit you from outside.
your arms wrapped around your body, hugging yourself as you stepped down the long sidewalk, the faint hum of music filling the air the more you walked away.
you quickly turned around, eyes scanning the area but nothing was there. just a few cars passing by from time to time— you were paranoid was all.
nobody was here.
nobody was watching.
you moved a few steps forward, walking alone wasn’t ideal but you didn’t want to hear it from your friends after. besides, you lived right by here— it felt further when it was dark, though.
you held onto yourself a little more tightly, mind wandering to the various possibilities of what could happen.
your phone buzzed in your pocket, you quickly grabbed the device and zoomed in on the photos.
an unknown number.
you blinked three times just to make sure what you were looking at was real.
david, your boyfriend of one year, with his hands grabbing onto that one sorority girl he’d told you not to worry about, in the same room you were just tempted to walk into.
her arms held the vanity as he thrust into her without a care. your thumbs swiped through the hundreds of photos, your throat tightening with every one. you used the heel of your hand to brush the tears away, inhaling hard.
because despite doing the same thing— emotionally— you still felt bad. still felt replaced. not good enough.
i know it hurts. door’s open.
you held the phone with shaky hands, an address being the last thing the unknown number texted.
you knew who it was— of course you did, she couldn’t lose your number even if she wanted to.
your mind wandered to all of those late night calls, the way her voice sent heat to your skin, fingers spilling lower in sinful isolation while david slept soundly in your shared bed.
maybe you hadn’t been so innocent either, but it wasn’t like you ever touched her.
well, yet.
your feet carried you to the address, a bigger house nearby, but an area you rarely crossed.
tall stained glass windows adorned the sides of the rented house. the stairs were slabs of concrete arranged beautifully, your hands pushing open the wooden door. inside looked even better, the faint scent of vanilla filtered through the walls like it’d been there when the house was built.
the stone walls held a few framed photos of people you didn’t know, and when you looked a little closer you were able to see the intricate details of the gold frame— the swirling and flowing of material. the living room couch was amazingly comfortable, your hands feeling the velvet leather while a brick fireplace heated the room.
daniela leaned against an open door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she cleared her throat.
startled, you quickly sat on the couch, eyes raking over the toned girl.
“he..” your voice cut off, tears threatening to spill out.
“yes, he did.” daniela walked toward you, sitting beside you like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“i had known for a while, people like david repeat harmful patterns and he’s reckless.”
daniela didn’t push, didn’t move, she just watched— observing you like you were a case study she needed to analyze.
“how do you know all this?” daniela brought her two fingers to your wrist, tapping teasingly— tauntingly— she knew her impact on you, she knew it very well.
“because..” a pause, her fingers moving up your left arm, “i know you..” she sing-songed, fingers travelling up a little more until they reached your shoulder. she pulled away, lips hovering near your ear. “better than you do.” her voice was firm, no more teasing, no more playful tone. just firm and fluid, like she'd made her point without having to prove herself.
goosebumps crowded your skin after her fingers moved away, her warmth temporarily lost.
“that’s not normal..”
“neither is wanting someone for months and doing nothing about it,”
you crossed your arms over your chest, “so you knew what he was doing. you told me not to look. why didn’t you stop it then? why’d you let it happen.”
daniela took off her black rimmed glasses, hands settling in her lap, “it would’ve happened anyway. i was just making sure you’d have someone to comfort you when it did.”
and though you hated to admit it, she was right. he had been secretive for a while, it would’ve happened and maybe you would’ve caught it firsthand.
“and if i tell you to leave. to stop,”
daniela chuckled deeply, “then i’ll leave.” her voice dipped lower, “but you won’t tell me to go.”
you bit onto your lip, “how long have you been doing this for?”
“long enough.”
“how long?”
“eleven months.”
your breath hitched, eleven months and you’d only tied it back to late night calls.
but she knew everything about you, she knew where you’d be, and you’d chalked it up to coincidence
it unsettled you, to an extent— obviously, but again you found yourself growing more intrigued.
“you kind of scare me,”
“i’m glad i do..”
you turned to face her fully, “you had this rented out. you planned all this?”
daniela shook her head, “no, no. don’t do that. i booked a place, you opened the door.”
she was right, you ultimately decided to meet her here, she just provided directions.
she got off the couch, “anyway, it’s pretty late so you could have the bedroom upstairs, i’ll be in the guest bedroom if you need anything.”
your hand grabbed onto hers, pulling her back. “stay,”
daniela’s breath caught, “you’re just saying that, watch you regret it later. i don’t want to play rebound, really, just rest.”
you hesitated, “daniela i’ve been thinking about you too.”
she stilled. you noticed.
“i didn’t want to entertain the idea because i wasn’t in any place to do so but now that things are different i can act on it. and i want you to stay.”
you pulled her down on top of you, lips crashing together in warm harmony, tongues tangling and hands reaching out wherever they could.
“really?” she asked, voice softening as her lips settled onto your jaw, kissing in a line.
“yes,” you whispered, head tilting to the side to give her more room.
“why didn’t you just say something?”
daniela smiled against your skin, leaning back to slip her own tank top off. “because i needed to stay long enough to know you wouldn’t run,”
you glanced down, hands darting to her sides, up and down like you’d rehearsed this plenty of times before. “i wouldn’t have picked up the phone if i didn’t want you.”
“so you do?” she pecked your lips
“what?”
“want me?”
your lips curved upward, hands pulling down her sweatpants, “i have been,” she helped, lifting up so they could slide fully off. “i was just too afraid to admit it was more than a stupid fantasy.”
daniela laughed under her breath, hands pulling at your shirt, “i’m surprised you kept answering.”
the shirt lifted off your body, joining hers in the pile of discarded fabric, “how could i stop.”
the question hung between you two, daniela moving forward to kiss you again— hard, desperate, heated
“you’re so pretty,” daniela whispered, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, and then back up, like she couldn’t get enough.
your pants joined hers, daniela slipped a finger inside your panties, circling your clit while she kept eye contact.
you expelled a soft breath, leaning back into the soft leather as her finger continued to move in soft tight circles, “you’re doing so good,” she purred, dipping her two fingers inside.
“daniela,” you whimpered out, her lips touching yours, “i know baby, just breathe.”
your hips rolled against her hand, you two falling into sync pretty quickly.
your breathing mixed with hers as you two bucked and prodded, your hips chasing a high you so desperately craved, “you’re so perfect, ride it out baby.” your hand slipped down to her panties, already soaked through. “feel that? all wet for you. that’s what you do to me baby, god you drive me crazy.”
you throbbed against her fingers, pulse spiking as her thumb pressed into your clit, “so close,” you managed to utter, eyes half lidded.
daniela pulled her fingers out, discarding her own panties before positioning herself on top of you, her cunt grinding down on yours.
“every time i watched you i hoped you’d secretly notice. and just pretend like you didn’t and i think you were starting to catch on.. tonight, you kept looking back and..” she paused, mouth finding yours as she ground harder, “i didn’t wanna get caught but i wouldn’t have minded it either.”
you bit onto your lip, stifling your obscene sounds, “i’ve learned your routine, studied it like my own. god i knew everything you did and still didn’t feel ashamed because you were so special and i needed to have some part of you here with me.”
daniela continued, your clits bumping as she kissed your shoulder, “and watching you beneath me is even better than i could’ve imagined. so beautiful, taking me so well.”
heat settled onto your cheeks, her words fuelling the warmth pooling down low. “i hadn’t known it had been going on for eleven months.”
her laugh sent shivers down your spine, “and you wouldn’t have. i was pretty subtle in the beginning.”
maybe it was wrong. but you didn’t care, because having the girl who’d lived on the other line now here with you, playing out something she said she would, meant more to you than anything else.
“please, i’m..” you couldn’t finish your thought, the feeling intensifying in between your legs, daniela’s fingers pinching your nipples as she kept her pace.
“close? that’s it, sweetheart. let go for me.”
that’s all it took, your hands held onto her as you came, ragged breaths escaping your lips as your legs shook slightly.
daniela followed quickly after, a soft sound spilling out as she collapsed on top of you. “that was amazing, you’re amazing.”
daniela kept you close, mouth by your ear, “i’ll post those pictures tomorrow, don’t you worry about it.”
you two stayed in the warm home, where your secrets couldn’t spill out. where the aftermath was just obsessive want and the two of you, holding each other close until the dark turned to day.
daniela's been crushing on you since forever. a planned party, a guy lingering for too long, daniela ending the night with a kiss. what she doesn't know is that you might feel the same way.
shy!daniela avanzini x fem!reader ⋆.˚ daniela is actually really awkward, you want her bad anyway, romance, jealousy, daniela doesn't like sharing, not proofread | mdni
A/N || i was initially going to delete this because i wasn't sure how i felt but i've had this in my drafts for a long while and decided to just post. anyway i'll also post chapter 5 later on. kisses, brooklynn.
this was all daniela’s fault.
she was too quiet for her own good— too soft spoken, too in her head.
a girl with an increasingly strong crush on you and she couldn’t do anything about it
why?
because she was so very pathetic
at least that's what she told herself every time she saw her reflection in the mirror, glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, cheeks always a tinted pink because she loved the perfume you used.
her mind went blank when it came to you, it didn’t matter how many times she swore she’d act ‘normal’ next time.
then you started to speak to her.
and she practically fainted
this had been her quiet obsession for months— she’d keep in the shadows while you lit up every room and made her heart ache, in the most unbearable way.
it sounded fair enough; you were everything amazing and she was the idiot who stared too long.
every time she heard your voice, her cheeks would heat up, she was convinced you could feel it radiating off of her.
sometimes she’d push her glasses up with the back of her hand to buy her time to think of a response— but really, what would she say?
what could she possibly say to someone like you?
you two were so different and she knew she was leagues below you.
what didn’t help her case was her huge staring problem.
you were typing out an assignment? daniela had already memorized the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated, the way your tongue poked against your left cheek when you were coming up with ideas, your frustrated groan when you couldn’t think of what to write next.
you didn’t know what to wear? that was fine, daniela already knew what you loved most, all of your favourites.
“those light wash low rise jeans and that small peach top you like,” she offered one afternoon, her eyes seeming more interested in the rug than your body. “said it fit you well.”
you tilted your head, staring back into the mirror with your plain long sleeve “how'd you remember that?”
you smiled— really smiled— and her heart almost fell out of her chest.
“i listen,” her voice was soft, she was afraid if she spoke too loudly she'd ruin whatever this was, whatever moment you two were having
but in reality?
she’d replayed every conversation you two had ever had since you'd befriended her.
maybe it was a tad bit psychotic but what’s a girl to do?
“you know.. there’s that party coming up,” you sing-songed, wiggling your brows teasingly
daniela stiffened, she hated parties, but not in the way everyone thought— too crowded, way too loud
no
she hated seeing others approach you while she stood by like some bodyguard
that you were too magnetic, too warm
she hated how people gravitated towards you immediately
not that she didn’t get approached herself— she absolutely did, the girl was gorgeous
she just didn’t care to engage while you were there
“so,”
“sooo.. wanna come with?”
daniela tried to avoid your eyes, 'please don’t look at me like that, please don’t look at me like that, please don’t look at me like—' and there it was, that face she couldn’t say no to
the one where you wore a devastating expression and began to pout your lips like you knew you’d get what you wanted regardless
“ah.. well— i just,” she scratched the back of her head nervously
“please?” you whispered
she nodded. immediately. violently. frantically. god your voice sounded so sweet
you giggled at her response, “it'll be so fun,”
she was so easy, but for you, she was always easy
daniela set up a few rules for herself— she’d only have one drink, she wouldn’t interfere with any of your conversations, and she’d stay invisible
except you walked out wearing something that caught her breath completely, the 'stuck in her throat she almost choked' type of breath
“so pretty,” she managed to say, earning a wide smile from you
when you two arrived, heads turned
daniela moved to the bar, asking for something strong because she knew she’d need it
and that’s when people started to try things with you, and daniela felt as if her whole world had just fallen apart
sure she was shy, wouldn’t say much, but that was only until jealousy hit like a truck and she couldn't tolerate anymore of it
she tried to focus on everything but you— her cup, everyone's shoes, the light fixtures
it wasn’t working too well, eyes always flicking back onto you and whoever was trying to entertain you tonight
you weren’t hers. she recited it like a prayer, because she had no right to be angry, and she definitely needed to calm down
“just go and talk to her, you're staring daggers at whoever glances her way,”
daniela had already ordered another drink, so much for only having one, she thought
“she doesn’t like me like that,”
her friend raised a brow, “are you sure? because from what i see, i think she likes you a lot”
daniela almost laughed, because hearing her friend say that was actually humorous “mhm, whatever you say,”
and after her second drink she was onto her third, showing off who she truly was— reckless, confident, everything someone would feel when they're three drinks too deep and the girl of their dreams is laughing at something not even remotely funny
daniela was way funnier
this guy didn’t even know anything about you.
he didn’t know your favourite songs like she did
he didn’t know the way you snorted when you were holding back your laughter
didn’t know that you hated lemon slices in your drinks. or even slept with your socks on
it wasn’t fair that he was the one getting to make you laugh
her stare grew darker, knuckles turning white as she gripped the cup
the party wasn’t what was loud, it was the thoughts that kept crowding her mind. you were talking to someone who was clearly flirting, and they weren’t subtle at all
her eyes lifted from the floor every time you laughed, every time he leaned in closer, every time you actually smiled at his words
her jaw flexed, she hated seeing you with anyone else who wasn’t her
daniela was a shy girl, she was quiet and private and kept a low profile
but jealous daniela?
she was an entirely different girl
you were too busy laughing at another stupid joke he made to notice daniela moving behind you
you suddenly felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, wrapping around you tightly
“hey, i was looking for y—” her hand grabbed your jaw, turning your face and crashing her lips against yours without another thought
she paid the guy no mind
you kissed back, engaging in the messy, tender kiss
she pulled away for a second, leaving small pecks, “dani i—”
but she cut you off before you could get a word out, kissing you like she was afraid you’d disappear if she stopped
you gasped into her mouth, shocked at her sudden possessiveness. such a sweet girl— but right now, you knew she was hotter than ever
he stepped back awkwardly, getting the hint
“damn..” daniela’s friend whispered from afar, watching everything unfold
she finally pulled away, realization hitting hard
she was horrified
shy daniela returned, the girl all panicked, out of breath, her hands were frozen becauds she wasn’t sure whether she should let you go or not
“i’m sorry—” she stammered, “i didn’t— i wasn’t— he was.. i mean— you were..” she trailed off, not knowing what to say
your lips were still tingling
“daniela,” you whispered, grabbing onto her hand before she considered running away from you
“did you just kiss me because you were jealous?” you teased, dragging out your words.
her face was now red
“i wasn’t— i mean, he.. he was too close to you and you.. you were smiling at him and laughing and i—” she swallowed. hard. “i couldn't take it,”
“so you decided to kiss me, in front of everyone?”
she nodded once— small, embarrassed, she wanted the ground to consume her whole
“yes,” she whispered, “because you're mine, or— at least i want you to be. if you want.. i’m not good with words,”
you smiled, stunned but thrilled nonetheless, “well, you're good with actions.” this time you kiss her, softer but still heated, enough to make her melt into your touch
“you like me?” she whispered, almost not believing that it was true
“daniela,” you laughed, “i’ve been trying to get you to kiss me for months…”
“but i thought.. i just.. you're so you and i’m so me, i thought i was making this all up in my head.”
“you weren't,” you pressed a kiss to her cheek, “and you’re cute when you get all possessive.”
she paused, “you liked that..?”
“baby, you grabbed my jaw in the middle of the party and kissed me like i was yours.”
her breath hitched, woah. “i didn’t mean.. to be so..”
“hot?” you finished for her,
“yes, hot,”
“if you want me to be yours…”
her eyes snapped up immediately, listening, “then we should probably go back to your place”
“…right now?”
“right now.”
her hand slipped into yours, daniela’s eyes glancing back at the guy, narrowing a fraction. her look was lethal, it was possessive
and her attention moved right back onto you in no time, where it had always belonged, no matter what happened.
