CRAVING YOU ─────── ⋆˚࿔
daniela avanzini.
⤷ best friend's older sister!daniela avanzini x fem!reader
❝ truth or dare, nah, you don't want no problem
spin the bottle, spin the fuckin' bottle ❞
ꪆৎ daniela avanzini wants you. you want her. after leaving without a word, she returns with that same desire— now stronger than ever. oh and, she's your best friend's older sister.
❦︎ smut ༝ slight age gap (r is 19 and daniela is 23) ༝ sexual tension ༝ daniela's low key on thin ice ༝ not proofread | MDNI
A/N || kind of short.. i'll post a poll soon because i can't decide what to post next. kisses, brooklynn.
the drink almost spilled from your hands when ivanita nudged you in the ribs, “definitely not!” you yelled over the music, trying to slap her hand away.
ivanita— your best friend since, well, forever— only laughed at your poor attempts to move her hand away, “what? isn’t she hot?”
“so?” you shook your head as the girl continued to say all sorts of things, eventually her words began blending with the music that had been rattling the walls for the past hour.
your smile faded away when you locked eyes with the curly haired brunette slung back against the side door, that same sly smirk that got her whatever she wanted was flashing right at you.
ivanita’s older sister— the girl who was ruining your fucking life, and you were just letting her.
your eyes fleeted away, she hadn’t even told you she was coming home.
ivanita looked at you with concern, “you okay?” she shouted, trying to lean in closer so she could hear you.
“fine. i just.. it's really loud, i’ll be back!”
you were gone before she could nod, your body sliding through the large crowd until you finally reached the steps.
once you made it upstairs, your fingers traced over one of the paintings that hung above some dresser.
why couldn’t she have just said something?
you felt fingers slip around your wrist, “where are you going?”
daniela avanzini stood tall, the black tank top sat on her body quite nicely, along with those denim shorts she always sported.
“away from you.” the words came out of your mouth like they were the easiest in the world.
“i wanted to talk—”
“to talk?” a laugh slipped from your lips, “after everything you just want to talk? you could’ve talked to me months ago, or i don’t know, maybe send me a text that you were coming home?!”
daniela chuckled under her breath— and god, was it hard to stay mad at the woman
“i had to get things done, and you knew you couldn’t come with me, it wasn’t intentional— or personal.” her finger found its way under your chin, eyes directly staring into yours.
your breath hitched as you pushed her finger away, “you piss me off. you can’t just..” your eyes scanned her from head to toe, “…look like that, and talk to me all nice and expect me to forget.”
her smirk only deepened, “who said anything about forgetting?” her fingers moved along your arm, her lips hovering near your ear, “forgive me?”
you bit onto your lip, god you weren’t that easy.
you moved daniela’s hands to your waist, your own hands moving to wrap around her neck, “i’ve missed you so much, i couldn’t stop thinking about you.. about us..” you leaned in closer, hot breath right on her lips, “about.. this..”
daniela looked at you heavy lidded, nodding carelessly at whatever you were saying, “uh huh.. yea?”
“yea.”
you leaned in as she did, your finger coming into contact with her lips instead of your own, “fuck off, daniela”
she narrowed her gaze as you disappeared downstairs, now you were getting on her nerves.
she’d underestimated how much you’d changed since she’d left— but she didn’t mind, no, not when it came to you.
“so, what game?” the blonde asked, as others started discussing the different options, “truth or dare?”
a few groaned, “that’s like— low risk,”
you sidled up to ivanita, wrapping your arm around hers, “what’re they talking about?” you whispered.
she leaned in towards you, “party games,”
daniela appeared shortly after, tossing her empty bottle in the middle, “what about spin the bottle?”
she shot you a cocky smile, like she was trying to get back at you.
ivanita only laughed, “guess i’m sitting out.”
a few others gathered around on the worn out carpet— a place where this game had taken place multiple times.
“who’s first?” someone called out, looking around
daniela’s head gestured toward you, “let her spin,”
your hand moved to the body of the bottle, giving it a good spin as you watched it turn around and around.
the sound of your heart beating was the only thing you could focus on
it spun
and spun
and finally the neck of the bottle landed on no other than daniela— of course it had
you stood up, feet heavy as you dragged yourself to the woman on the couch, you leaned in, placing a very friendly kiss onto her lips.
she laughed under her breath, “really?”
your glare only amused her— fine, you’d give everyone a show.
the moment you met her lips for the second time, it wasn’t gentle or friendly— your lips pressed against hers with more than just intense need, tongues meeting as you tilted your head to deepen the heated kiss. you could taste her cherry lipgloss as you continued to move your lips against hers.
your hands slipped onto the sides of her face, legs straddling either side of her, hips slowly grinding against the denim she wore.
daniela’s hands tried to pull you in closer but you pushed them away, not letting her touch you.
your lips moved down to the side of her neck, her head thrown back against the couch as she felt you littering kisses all over, lipgloss tinting her skin.
cheers went off around the room as you moved back to her lips, sucking and nipping at the bottom one, “you didn’t miss any of this?” you teased, not letting her answer because your lips captured hers again, only pulling away when ivanita fake coughed
“oh my god” she murmured, watching as you sat back next to her, wiping the corner of your lip.
daniela’s eyes didn’t leave from your figure though, she licked her lips and paid no mind to the rest of the game.
when the game ended and others started to drift off to other places, you were quick to drag daniela right back upstairs.
you moved into some bedroom on the left, door clicking as you locked it.
you could only smell her— vanilla and something sharp— you hadn’t been this close to her in a long while. “you did that on purpose.”
“me? you didn’t suggest a game.”
“it’s not like you gave me time to,”
she was getting under your skin, “and what do you even want anyway?” you asked.
“you,”
you didn’t believe her, “yea? then why don’t you fuck me.”
her lips curved upwards at your words, she placed her hands on your hips, spinning you around and bending you over the side of the bed. “could’ve just said so.” her tone was laced with venom, as she reached for your pants and moved them down, “why’d you make me wait so long?”
“why’d you leave?” you bit back, letting her move the black fabric off.
“i needed to clear my head,” she replied, unbuttoning her shorts.
“for months?”
“maybe,” she pushed her two fingers into your mouth, “wet these for me” her eyes fell onto the red panties that clung to you like a second skin— the ones she’d gifted.
“i’ve been dying to have you alone all night,” she admitted, her free hand slipping under your top, fingers spreading over your warm skin.
she pulled her fingers out, her hand that had slipped onto your back was now toying with the hem of your panties, “as much as i love them, they’re in my way.”
she yanked the soaked fabric down, one finger moving to repeatedly tap over your clit, “what’s the matter? thought you wanted to act all smart tonight, hm?”
you groaned, moving your hands to her wrist so she could touch you but daniela only pinned your hands behind your back, “i don’t think so, baby. tell me you want this.”
“i want this.” you whispered, hearing daniela laugh at your words.
“sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you begging.”
she got onto her knees, breath now ghosting over your clit.
“daniela, please— fuck me,” you spoke out, voice louder and breath shaky.
she pressed a kiss to your cunt before pulling away, “turn around for me.”
you did as told, sitting on the edge of the bed now, her head between your thighs as your chest hollowed.
she finally licked a broad line all the way up to your clit, gently nipping with her teeth to draw out a moan from your mouth, her gaze grew dark while her tongue swirled around, wrapping her lips over your clit and sucking in hungry pulls.
you gently hissed, hands tangling themselves into her curls, using them to pull her forward.
she smiled against you, dipping her tongue inside and moving her two fingers alongside her tongue.
the sounds in the room were obscene— and she was obsessed.
“you’re doing so good for me baby,” she muttered against you, your eyes fluttering shut at her words; she was insane.
her fingers hit exactly where you needed them to, hips bucking to match her thrusts, letting her pump while her mouth continued to flick over your clit.
“you’re such a.. tease,” you managed to let out, daniela pulling back with a smug look on her face, “me? watch it, before i leave you like this for another two months,”
“i hate you,” you groaned, hips rocking against her fingers
“yea, i bet you do,”
you lost your train of thought when she added another finger, “oh my god. yes— there, please. dani don’t stop” you moved up, back slightly arching as you listened to her hum in satisfaction, her free hand keeping you grounded.
her hand pulled out right when you were about to finish, “sit over there for me.”
she slid out of her own panties, situating herself slightly on top of you, her left leg hooking over yours as her right one slipped underneath.
you started to grind your cunt against hers, slow at first, before you gradually increased the pace
“anyone have you while i was gone?”
“dani.”
“what?” she smiled while matching your speed, sounds growing louder.
“i haven’t.. no,” you rocked against her, grinding down, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth.
“i haven't either” she admitted quickly, “you didn’t have to wait for me,”
“but i did.” you answered back, eyes focused on how she moved so effortlessly against you, you wished she hadn’t left to begin with.
daniela threw her head back, “fuck,” she uttered out, voice quiet but hips fast.
your lips found their way to her neck, making a trail up to her jawline, listening to her ragged breathing, “don’t stop, i’m close.”
a smile formed at her words, only encouraging you to buck faster, your finger sliding down to circle her clit.
that’s all it took for daniela to come undone, her hand grabbing onto your face, a messy kiss left on your lips.
the woman pushed you back down, her two fingers slipping back inside— twisting and pumping relentlessly.
“dani, i'm—”
“i know, it’s okay.”
everything hit you all at once, pulsing around her fingers as she let you ride it out, her face flushing at the sight underneath her.
daniela inched forward, pulling you into a loving kiss, “we aren’t done,” she whispered against you, her finger pinching your clit.
“we’ve got all night to make up for those months, and you’re going to do.. every single thing i say.”