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BED - part 3 | daniela avanzini

synopsis: daniela's not fond of people taking interest in what's hers and given that she can't express that publicly without it blowing up in her face. she'll settle it privately...

pairing: mean sorority!daniela x loser g!p reader

tags: fluff, humor, smut, sorority!megan, jealous dani, g!p reader, oblivious reader, reader's first time!, cunnilingus, blow job, nipple play, unprotected p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy!!), creampies, slight injury/blood, a hickey, maybe more idk...

wc: 10.2k

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sitting across from daniela was one of the most aggravating sights, the kind that made her eye twitch and pick at her skin. if she knew taking you out for shopping would result in this employee eyefucking the shit out of her girl, she would’ve kept you locked up at the dorms. no better way to ensure that no one tried anything if they couldn’t see you. but that wouldn’t be fair to you. she wished for people to back off but she people weren’t mindreaders.

from the start there was something off about her, the way she kept coming back, cracking jokes and giggling whenever you stuttered. rarely did daniela feel that she wasn’t the focus of attention. people had their eyes on her constantly, she was familiar with that. but someone that was trying so hard for your attention?

it created an uncomfortable feeling, like she was thinking of five ways to dispose of the employee’s body. not that she would ever, of course…

but then again, why was she laughing at your poor attempt at a joke? playing with the sleeves of a shirt that daniela got for you. or the way she continued to find a way to step closer in the fitting room. and daniela was ready. ready, set, go for an attack on this unsuspecting girl. it didn’t help that you flashed that loser-ish smile, the same one that you always wear whenever you met daniela. the same smile that won her over and had her fighting her own instincts. she hated that it worked on this girl, she didn’t deserve that smile. no, it was reserved only for daniela.

then in a flash daniela stood up, walking towards you and the employee, emily was it? well emily could kick rocks. in a sudden daniela was in your space, watching how your eyes shifted towards her, already a win in her eyes. daniela leaned in, pulling your neck closer with her nails digging lightly. then she smashed her lips against yours, full and heavy kisses that droned out whatever you were doing. arms going limp at your sides, and then she could feel it. the reciprocation, lips pushing back with intensity, to which daniela leaned back. pulling away from the heated kiss, only to find emily, wide eyed and jaw hung open like a gaping fish.

“i’ll uh…” emily was blushing, embarrassed at the sight, the realization becoming much clearer.

you were daniela’s and you were off limits.

“you go do that.” daniela deadpanned. not sparing her another glance, pulling the dressing room door closed. locking both of you inside. your face was flush, cheeks red and the tips of your ears also growing red. something akin of astonishment and surprise. the fact that daniela claimed you in front of a stranger, and she did it so boldly, had you were begging for more.

forget shopping for clothes, kissing daniela was all that mattered. you got into her space, kissing her again. her back hitting softly into one of the walls. she invaded your senses, her soft plush lips and the familiar scent of her lipstick under your lips. or the way she was wearing those magnetizing hoop earrings, whatever it was that was enticing you, it was doing wonders for her.

slightly rough and filled with passion, daniela wrapped her arms around your neck. fondly pulling at the hairs at the base of your head, enjoying how you shivered under her touch.

“are you feeling better?” you smirk at her, pulled away enough for her to roll her eyes at your proud self. if she caught on then she would know that you were toying with the girl. enjoyed seeing daniela descend into madness. how you watched her out the side of your eye, waiting for her to snap. that’s all you needed. for her to crack and come stomping over. and she did, without fail.

“not quite.” daniela took her arms off your neck, tapping your chest lightly and backing away. going back to her purse, pulling out her signature lipstick, applying a fresh coat. seeing that your lips rubbed off all of it. despite how cold daniela came off, she always showed that she cared. in her own way, and it was unorthodox, but definitely daniela.

“and you know what’s funny? why she felt the need to put her hands on you.” daniela started suddenly. you noted the tension in her voice, how she kept her voice low, like she was ready to set off another attack. so you kept quiet, letting her mull over the ideas.

“and that fucking smile on her face, like she was trying to steal candy from a kid.” daniela got more riled up, standing up now, arms crossed and a glare shot at you.

not directed at you, but the feeling wasn’t overlooked. you nodded dumbly.

“i don't think you find that funny.” you giggle out, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as she rolls her eyes again. “but you know i’d never let her touch me.” you offer. giving your warmest smile back. and daniela let up a little bit.

truthfully, the mere fact that you weren’t flirting back was something for a change. previously all of daniela’s flings or hookups weren’t good at giving reassurance. daniela always felt like she needed to keep them on a tight leash or else they’d run wild.

“i don’t understand why they can’t read the room. like am i invisible?” daniela nearly barked out. switching between the emotions.

it was challenging, her inner voice wanting to break out, the tension in her head, how she was shoving down the venomous thoughts, ones that reminded her why she had to rule with an iron fist. but she wanted to be reasonable. it’s not your fault that people found you attractive, but it would be a problem if they tried anything.

“dani,” you say to her, and heart on your sleeve, baring yourself openly to her. it set a blazing fire in her system, one low in the pit of her stomach, and the other in her heart. beating like this was infatuation, like she felt something pull at her soul.

“do you trust me?” and in everything that she ever felt, every thought she had about you, all pointed to one answer.

“yes.” she’s stunned, taken a second to contemplate you, what you mean to her. how she feels so enamored by you. the silliness, the naivety, the honesty, it struck a chord, one that awoke a feeling that she hadn’t realized before.

she was scared to lose you, as deep as she wanted you there was also the other reality, how life would be if you weren’t there. and that, that was more terrifying than anything.

“then trust that i’ll protect your heart.” you said it so easily, as if love was like pre-cut letters. simple and easy. but that’s not true, right? not a reality for daniela, her fingers had to dig into flesh to keep someone close. to keep them from running, beyond the surface of her beauty was a reminder of how scared she was that someone would truly matter, and if they did matter. that just showed how deep daniela could fall, could fall and land without someone to catch her.

but this was a change, daniela smiled at the honest admission. despite that awful fashion sense (she would never tell you that to your face), you were endearing.

and man if that didn’t stir something deep within daniela’s soul. often mistaking chaos as passion, the calmness that you brought to daniela’s life was…healing?

she pulled you in for another deep kiss before pulling you out of the dressing room. her hand holding yours firmly. you followed happily, a slight pep to your step at the kisses. despite how happy you were, daniela was still dealing with the disrupting thoughts growing louder in her head. maybe one day she’d explain it all, and maybe you’d still stay.

your mind was elsewhere, already drifting away from the tense conversation. instead focusing on how daniela’s been growing bolder. showing affection to you in public. fueled by jealousy, but the need was all the same.

she was still scared of being caught by megan, but she was slipping. she found her need for pda was growing, wanting to kiss you openly, like a declaration to the world. you were giddy, bouncing around and buzzing whenever she played with your hair, or left a kiss on your cheek.

the flannel was tucked under your arms as you led her to pay. emily was behind the counter, eyes out of focus, head down on the pos when she saw you and daniela approach the counter. she stiffened her back, still under daniela’s watchful eyes.

as you paid for the brown flannel, daniela kept her eyes dead on, she could see emily’s body hunched in. you let out a silent chuckle and grabbed the bag.

walking out with a silent daniela grumbling to herself was cute. you leaned towards her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. she flushed at the affection. her arms eventually dropping to her side. and then she tucked her arm in yours. you both walked to exit the mall.

she listened to you sweetly describe how happy you were to get a new flannel that she picked out.

--

three nights later at the sorority house, daniela had begged you to come over. dead in the night and when the other girls already went to sleep. she had on one of your shirts, a faded band tee and her favorite sweats. she moved around the house with a light bounce as she grabbed popcorn and blankets for an impromptu movie night.

sneaking into the sorority house was no easy feat, daniela’s room was on the second floor, and each floorboard creaked like it was screaming.

so you had to lightly moving up the stairs, on your tip toes like a mouse. you tried to remain quiet. maybe it was better if you just walked like a normal person, but just as you were turning the doorknob of daniela’s room, someone stepped out of their room across the hall. and you launched yourself full force into the room.

“holy shit!” you whisper yelled at dani when she saw you. quickly closing the door behind you. you leaned your back against the door, hand clutched at your heart and dani only found it more adorable. her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“are you good?” dani laughs out, pulling you away from the door. pulling you in by the collar, planting a deep kiss that completely short circuited your brain. you could no longer remember what daniela asked, nor why you were so scared a second ago. your arms reached around, hugging her tightly. deepening the kiss when a knock came suddenly.

“dani? you alright?” sophia’s voice was muffled but still clear enough to hear the worry and confusion. you immediately froze, body stiffening and hair sticking up on its end.

“i’m good sorry! got scared by a spider!” dani shouted out, feigning terror and keeping ber arms still wrapped around your neck.

“okay! let me know if you need me to come kill it.” sophia said loudly.

“i should be good, but thanks!” and then sophia’s footsteps faded until a door opening and closing could be heard. you dropped your shoulders back down. releasing the adrenaline that had been coursing through you. at that daniela coo’ed lightly.

“aww no need to be scared.” dani teased you, enjoying how easily startled you were. her voice low even though the house went back to silent. you could faintly hear music playing from another room, and someone showering across the hall. but there was peace, and now you could enjoy your night with daniela.

you finally let yourself rest, dropping onto the bed and the smell of daniela’s fragrant perfume wrapped around you. light vanilla notes seeping into her covers and pillowcase.

“off! off!” daniela pulled you up, horrified at you.

“why? what’s wrong?” you looked around her bed, perfectly made and not a single wrinkle in sight.

“you need to change, you can’t wear your outside clothes on my bed. now shoo.” daniela dusted off her comforter. trying to wipe away the “outside” from her now tainted sheets. a slight glare as she pointed you towards the corner of the room. hands now pushing your back towards the corner. giving you a stern look as you tossed your head back, dropping your lip into a fake quiver and pretending that tears were welling up.

she paid you no mind, grumbling to herself as she sprayed fabric sanitizer spray over her bed. and like a sad puppy you walked away, quickly changing into your pajama set.

your back was to her but that didn’t stop daniela from ogling at you,

“cute butt.” daniela laughed lightly, seeing your small butt hugged with a pair of loose boxers, cartoon print all over. you tried to use your hands to cover your butt, flushed red and embarrassed. quickly pulling long pants over.

“i don’t have a cute butt.” you muttered out loud, turning around to land on her bed once more. you would never admit it, but maybe you worked in some glute exercises to impress daniela. she always complimented how round and cute it was.

“sure you do, looks like a sm-” daniela was cheesing at you, delight in her eyes. especially when you groaned, the slight annoyance was adorable.

“small peach, yes i know. you always say that.” you mumbled out, pulling yourself back, until your head rested on one of her many decorative pillows. eyes closed in a playful manner, faking snores and loudly laughing with daniela smacking your shoulder.

and you giggle as you pull her in, arms wrapped around her torso. she laughed too, allowing herself to be smothered in your affection.

normally she hated the act of cuddling, felt that it was too stifling. like trying to shove intimacy into romantic affection. felt fleeting and used. faux affection only to lead to sex. daniela played it like a recording tape, the intention, the way it was easy to disguise as romance. but to her it felt slimy, like she knew what was coming next.

you nestled your head further in, breathing lightly on the junction of her neck. soft warm breaths that rhythmically blew against her skin. daniela let the sensation ground her, thoughts still swirling even if she didn’t hug you back immediately.

it was easier if things were just sex. everyone understood what each other wanted out of it, orgasms and pleasure. but intimacy like this? it wasn’t often initiated and that brought on uncomfortable feelings. like how daniela couldn’t place what she wanted from you. how things weren’t so plainly about fooling around and getting each other off.

things were shifting, she was fighting between instinct and restraint. if she bared herself too openly, she knew she would get hurt. the idea of you hurting her was more than she could bear. tears almost welling at her eyes. but she focused again. letting her head spin itself until she finally knew what to feel.

she knew she was good at sex, she’s never heard any complaints. could pick at every tick and kink of a person until they melted under her. that part was like a walk in the park. but this was different. to be desired in a way that intertwined vulnerability and raw emotions. that wasn’t her forté. her relationships were short and recurred like waves, short and chaotic. she wasn’t a bad lover, of course not, she had her fair share of romantic gifts, sweet gestures, and was charismatic when she met her partner's parents. but that didn’t phase her, this on the other hand?

everything about this scared her. how easily it was to bare herself to you. how she didn’t mind being bare faced in front of you. how she wore your clothes like a badge of honor. how she wanted so desperately to do this right. she could feel it under her skin, a fight against her wanting to flee.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out why she liked you. it was everything she wanted and more. you stood for what you wanted, your genuineness was magnetizing. it was easier to stay in half baked relationships with frat boys with pea sized brains, because they’d always end up disappointing her and then it’d be over. it was easier that way. a rinse and repeat routine that didn’t have her giving it her all. there was an out guaranteed to her.

but you?

she didn’t want out, she wanted to dive into everything, she could feel it creeping into her mind.

“what’s got you thinking so hard?” you poked at her cheek. a little worry in your eyes as you searched hers. trying to find clues in the wandering eyes.

she searched yours too, maybe something negative, maybe something that would bring her to her former self.

“i’m not sure.” daniela said softly, returning to the tv and playing a movie in the background. and she let the low sound of the tv drag like the sound of a soft hum, numbing the intense thoughts a little. she stared at the tv, watching the opening scenes. trying to get absorbed, finger digging in her thigh. a crescent indent with enough pressure to lower the volume of the thoughts.

you stared on, like you were figuring her out. picking at the layers of her just through her stoic face. she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when you drew light circles along the fabric of her shirt.

“do you want to just talk out loud? seems like you’re thinking a lot. sometimes megan gets like this, all stuck in her head too.” you say it gently, coaxing out of her shell. the stoic face dropping into contemplation. she almost forgot about megan.

oh gosh, if megan were to find out, daniela knew she would get the worst lecture of her life.

“shit, i forgot about megan…” daniela groaned. and you nodded in agreement. megan was a touchy subject between you two, she was your sister and one of daniela’s closest friends. and that uncomfortable feeling was gnawing at you too.

“it’ll be okay dani, megan might give you the silent treatment for a while, but she’ll definitely talk to you.” you said plainly, and wow if that wasn’t confident boosting for daniela. she knew how megan felt protective of you. as you were the more naive and lonelier sibling of the two. she was protective in her own way, trying her best to make sure you felt included even though you kept to yourself.

daniela wanted megan’s approval, wanted megan to see her as someone that was serious about you.

what if megan became her in-law? that thought nearly made her throw up, but she quickly moved on from that.

“you know, you’re bad at reassuring people.” daniela replies, fiddling with the fabric of her shirt, lightly pulling at it.

“it’s just, megan’s been like this since my ex, but she’ll come around.” you offer.

“ex? you have an ex?” daniela sat up, pulling herself to lean back against the headboard. she lifts an eyebrow, pointed and curious, since when did you have an ex?

“yeah, it was a while ago.”

it’s been a while since you thought about her, a close friend from high school that turned into a long term relationship. but things didn’t end well, she moved away to a different state to go to college, and broke up with you.

in your heart you knew why, but the realization was tough. she wanted her college fun and being held back by her relationship with you would hurt her conscience. so she did the next best thing she could think of, dumping you right after graduation. a written letter mailed to you as she was leaving the state.

it hurt, and megan was there for all of it. megan held you and consoled you even when you were at your worst. tearful nights and sad rom-coms almost every night. but megan swore she wouldn’t let someone hurt you, not again.

“what was she like?” daniela asked quietly, like she was bracing for an uncomfortable truth. almost like she expected you to say that your ex was better than her in every aspect. “how did you two end?”

you thought about her again, a slight sadness erupting in your chest, from the reminders of what once was. how easily convinced you were that you two would last through time. first loves always had that ability to capture people and hold them hostage.

but then you thought about now, how things have changed for the better. allowing yourself to feel for someone new.

“she was sweet and understanding. but we had our differences, we dated in highschool and i think she wanted more freedom in college.” you slowly explained, and for some reason it wasn’t as hurtful to talk about her anymore. once upon a time, she was all you could think about, but things change as well as people. “so she dumped me.”

“do you miss her?” daniela asks cautiously, she was scared of the answer, but she was more scared of not knowing.

“god no!” you laugh out, and daniela smiled and laughed as well. you went back to playing with her shirt too.

“well in a twisted way i’m glad she dumped you.” daniela said out loud, and you looked at her confused, eyes begging her to continue. “because you’re all mine now.”

and if that didn’t catch your breath, a sudden sharp inhale at the words.

“am i now?” you laughed, poking into her stomach, and laughing when she tried swatting your hand away. she eventually pushed your shoulder, enjoying hearing you laugh out loud.

then she pushed you down, hands holding your shoulder in place as she wrapped a leg over your body. straddling you with amusement in her eyes. laughing with you, and now poking at you too.

“yes, you’re mine.” daniela confirmed and went back to laughing. the movie was long forgotten, instead you went to bed with daniela wrapped around you. tucked under the covers with her falling asleep to your soft breaths.

--

the next morning daniela awoke slightly confused at where you went. she patted the space next to her, where you were sleeping before. the usual lump under the covers was gone, replaced by residual warmth, she could still smell you on the pillow that you slept on.

cariño [6:02am]: amor, good morning ❤️, walking to the gym.

cariño [6:02am]: hope you’re having the sweetest dreams, text me when you wake up!

daniela smiled at the texts, glad to know that you weren’t missing. going for your usual morning workout. daniela could already envision you working your arms. she would do anything to get a look of those sweet muscles. she wanted to stand there and poke at them as you continued your reps.

as daniela descended down the stairs, she could hear several of the sorority girls in a heated discussion. voices overlapping with others and some shrieks heard. as soon as she landed on the last stair she rounded the corner. and walked towards the kitchen. all the girls were on the couch. each girl staring intensely at their phones. and from the kitchen, she could still hear them talk.

“oh my god, who even looks like that?” manon was focused on something on her phone. zooming into a photo and turning her head at the sight.

“wait until you see this!” lara shoved her phone into manon’s face and some other girls got up too, excited to see whatever lara was showing her.

“no fucking way.”

“i’m like, i didn’t even know you could get muscle definition like that.”

“oh my god, the ass, it’s the ass.” manon gasped, taking lara’s phone out of her hand and replaying the video. “is it bad to say im wet?”

“you’re such a slut oh my god!” lara grabbed her phone back with manon sticking her tongue out in protest.

the whole time megan’s been silently rocking herself in a recliner. mumbling self affirmations to herself.

daniela raised an eyebrow before asking loudly.

“megan? another failed exam?” daniela continued scrubbing her bowl, letting it run under hot water when megan screamed into a pillow. loudly even though it was muffled. and then all the girls crowding around manon sat back down. head hung low as they tried their best to look anywhere other than the distressed girl.

“no! not another exam, i’m surprised you even know about that…but these freaks! these freaks!” megan pointed her finger around, accusatory and upset when all the girls looked away. “they’re lusting after my sister!”

“lusting is crazy, i’m just appreciative of hot people.” manon countered, cowering still at megan’s finger wags.

“it looked at me first!” lara exclaimed. but then the girls stopped bickering.

daniela had dropped the bowl that she was gripping onto, the loud crash of ceramic hitting the floor drew everyone’s attention. manon and lara shooting out of their seat and sophia wandering off to grab a dustpan.

“you don’t get to walk away from this!” manon shouted.

“keep me out of this!” sophia said as she walked away, but the other girls were putting their phones away. manon awkwardly cleared her throat and tried leaving the room, inching towards the staircase when megan caught her. and with a finger she directed manon back onto the couch.

“what-what happened?” daniela asked nervously, eyes averting megan’s gaze as well. her hands looking for something to busy herself, ground herself from this awkward interaction.

if megan ever found out what she and you have been up to, she knows she’ll get it worse than manon right now.

“someone posted a video of her sister working out this morning, and it’s been blowing up.” sophia replied, coming back to clean up the broken pieces around daniela’s feet. luckily she didn’t get hurt, but the fact that she lost such control over hearing this was embarrassing, and she hoped that megan didn’t catch on. “the internet’s calling her gym mommy.”

“gym mommy?” daniela gasped, hand over her heart as she continued to listen to sophia. the only person in the room that seemed normal about this.

“do you want to see?” manon said out loud.

and then megan launched across the room, tackling manon into the couch, poor girl was being trapped under megan but all the other girls didn’t bat her an eye. offering no help to the girl pinned to the couch by an aggravated megan.

“here, look.” lara shoved her phone towards daniela, the video was taken from a distance. someone clearly on a different machine, but zoomed in on you, the faded endermen t-shirt that you loved as a signature. hitting some bicep curls faced towards the wall mirror.

“oh my god, they bulge out.” the voice from the video whispered into the mic, a giggle could from a different voice and then you set the dumbbell down. walking up to the wall and rolling up a sleeve to take a bicep pic. flexed arms shining under the overhead lights, then the camera zooms in more, capturing a slight vein pop against the muscle. then the video stops.

daniela scans her eyes along the bottom of the post.

kuhotties: anonymous submission! seems like there’s a new gym mommy around campus!

(7 replies)

user001: dude i need her to drop the routine

user002: screw the routine i need her to dropkick me! 😍

user003: no way u guys r thirsting after someone in a minecraft shirt 🙄

user004: yk what they say abt hot loser nerds…💦🤓😈

user005: yo isnt that megans sister…from kappa tau??

user006: id like to lick that bicep to the bone ughhhhhhh

user007: me 2🙏🧎‍♀️

“i see…” daniela was fuming, anger and venom brewing in her body, but no she couldn’t expose herself. by then lara was back to rewatching the video, only for her to also be tackled by megan, manon taking this as a moment to free herself and run away.

“manon come back here!” megan shouted.

in the distance there was a muffled yell of “you can’t tell me what to do mom!”

daniela continued to keep her eyes unfocused, watching sophia shovel all the pieces of her broken bowl into the trash. and when she was given the all clear she immediately went upstairs. ignoring the nagging and verbal warnings that continued to float into the house.

no, she was livid.

no way in hell were people trying to thirst over her girl. not a chance, nope no no. she had to set the record straight. then an idea floated into her mind, what if someone pulled what that girl did back at the store? daniela would lose it all over again, and she can’t afford to. especially when other people would notice, rumors would start and eventually lead back to megan.

daniela hastily picked up her phone, dialing you and letting the phone ring. you picked up on the second ring, happiness and excitement with your joyful voice.

“hi dani!” you exclaimed, happy to receive a call and unaware of the turmoil that was 5 minutes ago.

“hi baby, you headed to class?” daniela sat back down onto her back, wrapping her arms around a pillow as she listened to you. the simplicity of hearing your voice grounded her. and she could faintly hear the wind rustling and a few people’s voices fade in and out.

“yea, headed over now.”

“how was the gym?” daniela quickly asked, the impatience was coursing through her, she needed to know if anything happened. anything that raised red flags in her already jealousy riddled mind. and if anyone tried anything while she wasn’t around.

maybe she could convince you to tattoo her name on your forehead.

“gym was good, i can already tell i’m going to be sore tomorrow. this one girl kept asking me if i was finished with my sets. i think she was trying to steal my weights…but there’s literally a rack filled with them so i’m not sure. i kind of scowled at her, but i feel bad, maybe she wanted to br friends?” you rambled on, thinking about how this girl came up to you, asking you if you were finished, when there was clearly three other benches for her to choose from. you thought of it as odd, but didn’t think anything further.

“oh?” daniela’s voice has a slight lilt.

“yeah, she asked for my number! something about being gym buddies. i’m excited! i’ve never had a gym buddy to be honest.” daniela immediately saw red, hearing the less than friendly intentions of this random girl. oh daniela was going to drop a dumbbell on this girl’s foot if she ever saw her around.

“no! i mean-what i mean is, i’ll be your gym buddy!” daniela quickly explained. and you listened ot her, still walking towards the math building. “yeah, anytime you go to the gym, just invite me.”

“you sure? i usually go early in the morning, and i know how you enjoy your sleep.” you teased, delighted to hear that daniela would join you at the gym but you already knew what dealing with a grumpy daniela meant.

“i’ll do it! just uh, block that girl’s number for me?” daniela asked nervously, her tone betrayed her. she didn’t want you to keep whoever’s phone number that was. especially not if they wanted to see you at the gym.

“why?” your voice got serious, lacking the usual playfulness, replaced by genuine worry and confusion.

“just cause, i mean, you only need one gym buddy right, two’s like too much in my opinion.” daniela continued, rambling about how she was the superior gym partner. she needed this workout more than whoever that other girl was. and something about stranger danger? you didn’t pay it any mind, and blocked the number off your phone.

“class is starting, i’ll pick you up later for our date!” you hung up, leaving daniela happy to have asserted herself.

--

you and daniela were inside your station wagon, a beautiful arrangement of flowers in a bouquet in daniela’s hand with her favorite chocolates tucked into her purse. to say that dinner was a successful date was an understatement. you intended to take her out, somewhere downtown, outside of campus and enjoy each other’s company. a nice warm dinner, good laughs and some hand holding over the table. and now you were listening to daniela happily sit in your car, admiring the bouquet that you arranged for her.

“have i mentioned that you look absolutely devastating?” daniela commented, you turned and admired her outfit, gorgeous and hugging her body in all the right ways. by the looks of it, there’s a couple things daniela can think of doing to you. you gave her a respectful smile as you pulled into the parking lot.

“no, but please do tell me more.” you teased, moving into to give her a long kiss, sweet and she smelled like her favorite perfume and shampoo altogether, mixing and swirling into your nose. her nails sliding against your skin, resting just along your jaw, reciprocating the kiss and deepening it.

“something about the way you’re wearing the necklace i got you…or maybe this vest, it’s doing something to me.” daniela explained, letting her hands land over your vest. “you look good, too good.”

you laughed out, giving daniela another kiss and leaving the car. she seemed confused by your lack of response, hand held open for her to take as you both walked up to your room. she continued admiring your outfit, excited by the sight of you wearing the necklace with her initials engraved on the back.

her eyes never left your body even as you put her things away, placing her purse and the bouquet you got her in a vase on the table. she watched you, eyes scanning and admiring. but there’s been a feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach. everything from the store, to the viral gym post, and the conversation from last night. all of it was confirming one thing, she wanted you and needed you.

“baby come here.” she walked towards you after your shoes were off. enjoying how you gave her your full attention. you met her halfway, hands circling her waist. covering the satin dress in your hands. she kept her eyes low, hooded, and in focus of you.

“hm?” you admired her makeup, bold and lips so gorgeous. so pretty that you placed your thumb over it, pushing it a bit. enjoying the sharp breath she suddenly took. you pulled back, easing into a smile.

“how do you feel about going all the way tonight?” daniela asked. and in her mind, she’s ready, actually been ready for a while now. just wanting to find a time that felt right, she wanted the softness and the intimacy of it. wanted to give you a first time that was unforgettable.

“all? all the way?” you stopped your hands, brain short circuited and spazzing out. you knew it was natural that this was the next step in your sexual explorations of each other. but to be confronted by it so openly, your brain was mush.

“yeah? i want you.” daniela whispered against your ear, fingers brushing under your ear. enjoying how you tensed up, and she can already feel it. the slight press into her stomach, fabric pushing against fabric. a rise in your slacks which made her smile.

“yeah, i want you too.” you eagerly lifted daniela up, legs holding onto you as you dropped her onto your bed. she looked incredible, the dress has been doing little to conceal her amazing curves. and with a quick move of the hand, you slid her dress above her hips. enough to get her curious, eyes widening as you kiss her legs. admiring with soft hands gliding up her calf and settling on top of her thighs.

“you look pretty mi amor.” you commented, giving her legs a push as she scooted forward towards the edge of the bed. you lean in, sniffing into her center. delighted to smell her arousal. “you smell even better too.”

she nearly clamped her thighs around you in response, trying to hold herself from crushing you to death. the straight shot of arousal hitting her again, low in the pit of her stomach all. her insides began to feel hollow, like she needed you to do something quick, needed you inside.

“fuck, do something please,” she pulled your head in by the hair, having your face back near her. and then she lifted her panties, sliding them aside. just enough to get a clear view of her. she was impatient and the lack of movement from you was getting to her.

“only because you asked so nicely.” and you dove in, not bothering with a gentle prod or a kiss first. what she didn’t know was you’ve been desperate since that night you first ate her out. wet dreams leaving you sticky and hard as a rock, only to try and relieve yourself in the shower.

you’ve been dying to feel her in your mouth all over again. something about it was so addicting, maybe how she was struggling under your touch, or how you kept pulling those pretty moans from her, or how she kept touching you like an anchor. you were a mess, lost in a trance of reminiscing.

so you gave her everything, every touch of the tongue, the slight pull of skin with your teeth, gentle enough to not cause pain but enough to show that you weren’t playing nice. licking and lapping up her wetness like it was your personal supply of water. and she kept gasping, short and sharp breaths as you changed your pace. never letting her feel too comfortable.

the stiffness of her nipples were defined under the satin dress. and you held her gaze. mouth on her like you belonged there. whether it was to look at her fucked out face or to admire how the fabric shifted whenever she breathed and contorted her stomach. it was a sight for sore eyes. her hand were trying to use the sheets as an anchor. loud moans filling the air, and a slight squeak of the bed.

she nearly toppled over in pleasure when she felt a finger prod at her from under her clit. her nails dug into your scalp, grasping the hair and pulling you away. heavy breaths from both of you as you kept still, sitting on the back of your legs, hard and twitching in your pants.

“fuck, you’re eating me like it’s your last meal…hold on…fuck,” daniela could barely get out, still catching her breath from the sensation. “let me at least taste you.”

her grip slackened, letting your head of hair go. sitting up and standing before her. enjoying how intensely she stared at you, like she was trying to commemorate this look into her mind. you said nothing, standing close but not touching, still very aware of the raging stiffness in your slacks, and the smell of her arousal around your mouth. you licked around your mouth, just enough to savor her if you couldn’t continue eating her out.

she then leaned in, using her hands to tug your belt loose, unbuckling them and letting them hang off your slack loops. this look did wonders for her, something about taking you apart like this, maybe after a long day at work, oh daniela was spiraling.

then she unbuttoned the slacks, letting the pants pool around your legs, admiring how your body looked, hard and a slight twitch every so often, thighs that were strong and defined.

oh she was a goner, and you knew it too. with how she clenched her legs together, already imagining the sensation of it, how it would feel to have you in her mouth, inside of her pussy for the first time. it was overwhelming to think about. so she pulled you in by the hips, settling her hands there. with an experimental touch, she touched you through your briefs. hard to the touch and heavy. she let herself touch you over the fabric, softly and gently sliding along the bulge.

you gave a deep breath, her eyes looking up to watch you. and you stared right back, both of your eyes were blown out, from having her in your mouth, to the dancing fingers against your briefs. you couldn’t look away, both of you looking at each other in a dance of lust and anticipation. you slowly unbuttoned your vest, sweat already accumulating under the collar of your button up. hot was all you could feel. and daniela watched you, took a couple more seconds to look as she dipped her hand into your briefs. finding you reactive to the touch, sensitive and waiting, like it was ready to burst at any second.

you tried not to think about her delicate hands running along your length. you let the vest drop off your shoulders, landing softly next to your pants. and daniela continued stroking, firm but slow against you, using whatever wetness that had accumulated from you to wetten along the length.

she eventually dropped your briefs too, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them into the pile of clothes. you looked gorgeous, the hard work from the gym was hers to enjoy, she smiled again. giving you a small lick against the tip, already tasting you on her tongue, relishing in how you tossed your head back. already sensitive and wanting more.

she licked along the underside, taking you in as if she was learning you all over again. thrilled at the idea of you whining and begging for more. your eyes were closed, letting her experiment with licks around you, but still not where you wanted.

wanting to slide into that pretty mouth of hers. then she took you in, at first getting used to the sensation of the tip, but then she took you in further into her mouth. you tensed up, thighs taut under her hold. letting her explore you as she pleased. soft moans fell from your mouth.

“keep doing that, dani...” you were rendered speechless again when she doubled down on her efforts, moving quicker and then you could feel the tip hit the back of her throat. tip pressed against flesh that almost made you double over. she dug her nail into your thigh, letting you reach into the depths of her mouth. almost gagging but holding herself back.

she could tell you were already close, letting you eat her out had done something for you, pushing you towards your limit pre-maturely. but she wasn’t going to waste your first orgasm, she needed to feel it. how you’d lose your mind from being inside of her. she needed to know what that looked and felt like.

so she pulled you out, leaning back on the bed, taking the dress off herself quickly, exposing her naked self.

you didn’t wait another second, peeling off your shirt and leaning for her, kissing her and pushing her until she laid with her back flat on the bed.

kissing her and touching her all over. not enough is all you could think, it wasn’t enough, you needed to be enveloped you in her. surrounded and attached to her. so you kept kissing her, even though she was out of breath and struggling. she pulled you off enough to catch her breath. eyes blown out like yours, if not more. and she touched you, stroking you between you two. your eyes falling shut again. lost in the sensation.

you dipped your head down, mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking on it and lapping it up. like you did with her clit, lost in the feeling of it that you couldn’t even pay close attention to her stroking you. and then you jolted, hips bucking involuntarily that you brought you back down to reality. she settled your tip just outside her hold. your tip brushing just against her clit as she dragged it along. feeling the connection of you tow stronger than before. sensitive as you both were, there was a loud simultaneous gasp from you both. she stopped, letting your cock hang there. you studied her for a bit, and then she leaned in again.

“put it in, please. i need you.” daniela’s voice was sultry, like honey and dripping chocolate. and you nodded, speechless but still very much aware that this was it. the first time you’d ever gotten so far as to being invited inside of her. the trust and the admission that she wanted you just as much as you wanted her did everything. you gave yourself one last breath before moving your legs closer to hers. leaning and angling your hips that it would make for an easier fit. and she couldn’t wait another second, already putting a hand on your side, trying to pull you closer.

you looked between you two, your length hung heavy and pulsing, like it knew what was next and she shifted under your gaze. the anticipation was killing her just as much, but she wanted this moment to become naturally. wanted you to initiate it, wanted you to have the power to enter her. and you let the tip hang just at the entrance, stunned by the sudden sensation that you were about to be inside of her. daniela kept her eyes focused on you, flitting them between where you two were joined, the sight of your taut stomach contracting and expanding with each breath and your head hung low to focus on where you were watching.

you were still, the only sign that you were still hear was the sound of your breaths, and then daniela reached out. hand softly placed on your jaw to lift your head up. your eyes were hazy, maybe a bit untethered right now, but she brought you back. softly stroking against your jaw until your eyes focused again. giving a nod to you as encouragement. and then you tilted your hips down, letting the tip try and push against her hole.

it was definitely a stretch, not painful, but enough to have her gasp at the sensation. the blunt tip trying to enter her. and she kept her hand on your jaw for as long as possible. letting you withdraw your hips again and push once more, finding it easier to enter her. and you did so, ever so slowly. entranced in the vision of you entering her, lewd and incredibly hot. she could tell it worked you up, the lack of eye contact, instead focusing on keeping yourself from sinking in too fast. you continued your movements of pulling out a bit to push forth again. and in a second you entered fully, daniela’s hand immediately leaving your jaw, instead falling back to her side. the stretch from feeling just the tip enter was like breathing again after being suffocated by water. she was afloat again, her body trying to relax to learn to fit you inside of her.

it stopped every thought she had, all she could focus on was the sensation. you were stopped as well, intrigued by how hot it looked to enter her, the resistance, the way her body adjusted eventually to let you enter. and with a sharp intake of a breath you pushed further, and daniela bit her lip in response. hand reaching to grip onto your bicep, flexed and hard under the touch. she nearly moaned out, but no it was too much. hard breaths and closed eyes as you pushed in further.

“can i keep going?” you asked when daniela squeezed particularly hard on your bicep. you stopped your hips, worried that she had experienced pain, and was trying to shove it down. instead she shook her head, wanting you to continue, and you nodded. looking up to watch her face for any sign of pain or discomfort. it was a hard fit of course, she hadn’t been used to the size of you inside of her, and she can’t remember the last time she took someone raw without lube. just the use of her own wetness and yours propelling this act.

you continued to sink into her, with measured resistance and trying your very hard not to burst immediately at how warm and inviting this all was. you wanted so bad to focus on getting her off first. the idea of her cumming around your cock sent you closer to your own orgasm though. and eventually you did enter her fully, until your body could lay across hers. feeling full and the hardness of you inside of her was making daniela lose her mind.

you weren’t much better, trying your best to keep yourself from tumbling, reeling back into thoughts of restraint and the priority of her. you slowly lifted your hips, just barely an inch and daniela’s hand gripped onto your bicep harshly again. pleasure shooting inside of her. this set you off on a slight rolling motion. rolling your hips into hers as you propped yourself up by the arms.

her other hand landed on your stomach, feeling your breathing move against your body. enjoying how your core hardened and the feeling of your body warmth hot under her touch. she could tell you were holding back, eyes squeezed shut like if you even took a look at her that you would come crashing. and maybe, just maybe that wasn’t the worst thing to happen right now. she could care less if you lasted a grand total of ten seconds inside of her. and that thought rattled inside of her, she would’ve decked someone months ago if they finished inside of her without even giving her a good orgasm. but the idea of you being so worked up and immediately spilling inside of her was so enticing. she wondered how it would feel, how you would feel pulsing inside of her.

then her thoughts stopped, you pulled back again, this time half way before pushing back in. a loud moan escaping her. you groaned into gritted teeth, trying your best to get used to the insane pull of moving inside of her without busting. then you started pushing shallow thrusts into her. her eyes screwed shut as now she could feel you moving into her. the fullness, the weight of you, the way you reached into spots that she forgot about.

“baby, keep going, you’re doing so good for me.” she begged, using what little effort she could spare to remind you how amazing this was for her too. and that did everything for you, picking up the pace and grinding against her clit as you lifted your hips at the last second. she was a goner, loud moans of your name echoing into the room. nails digging into your bicep, and whines escaping your own lips when she dragged her nails across your stomach.

“fuck, dani, you feel so good, i’m going” you stopped yourself, already too lost in the sensation to finish your sentence. head dropping again, just using all the energy you had to fuck into her. she clenched around you at the sound of your voice trailing off, were you going to cum? inside of her? her body reacted before she could process it, a hard clench squeezed around you that stopped your motion entirely. eyes flying wide open when your body convulsed. torso shaking and then a loud moan ripped from your throat, you were cumming inside of her. the feeling of her squeezing and clamping around you too much to bare and you were emptying into her.

she didn’t even realize what was happening until the second time your body convulsed again, warm and wet cum shooting right up into her. daniela gritted her teeth too, nails digging into your bicep even more, feeling you cum into her in ropes. and she kept squeezing around you, like she wanted to pull more and more from your spazzing body.

then you stopped spazzing body going still again. like you were trying to come back into your body, but daniela was worse, wanted to see if she could pull another orgasm out of you so she squeezed down again, feeling you convulse again, letting out more cum that she wasn’t expecting. a sharp gasp escaping her again. and then you went still once more.

“baby?” daniela asked you, still feeling you inside of her, wet cum coating her insides and your eyes shut. lightheaded and trying to return back to earth. she kept her eyes focused on your body, sweat rolling down your body, biceps still flexed and taut under her touch. lightening her grip from the muscle.

you focused on your breathing, trying your best to not black out from the craziest feeling that you’ve ever been through, a premature orgasm that ripped from you only because daniela squeezed you. she pushed up, trying to make sure that you were still here, and sure enough you were. head a mess and barely here, but still very much hard inside of her. well daniela kissed you, just to feel that connection with you once more, you nearly collapsed, instead catching yourself at the last second. forcing your arms to prop you up.

“dani, i can’t,” you explained, very poorly of course, head a mess and breathing barely back. “i can’t, that was the best…” you exhaled. words jumbling like your brain and daniela didn’t know why that in itself was so hot. how you were stumbling over your words, confused and dazed by her actions that it left you a stuttering mess.

“it’s okay, take your time cariño, i’m here.” daniela reassured you, her ego soaring above the skies. only she was able to pull that out of you, no one else. not that girl from the store, not those girls at the gym, and definitely not her sorority sisters. she was the only one able to see you like this, feel you like this, and give you the pleasure of your life. she peppered kisses along your neck, your body instinctively leaning back, letting her gain more area to press kisses against the skin. and she sucked just at the junction of your neck and shoulders. pulling that skin with her teeth, sucking into it and leaving behind a mark. sliding a tongue out to sooth the reddened skin. going back in for seconds, deepening the bruise under her mouth.

your hands were fisting the sheets, knuckles white and body tense like any movement would send you into a second orgasm. and then you tried moving off daniela. but she was having none of it, pulling at your hips once more, pulling them close, keeping you as deeply as she could.

“you still with me?” daniela asked, detaching her lips from your neck. pleased with her work at the deepening bruise.

“dani, i-i fucking flew to the moon.” you chuckled, with her laughing at your admission. giggling at the cure comparison. “but give me a second.”

you may be a loser but that didn’t mean you were a sore loser, you were going to get daniela to come as much as possible tonight, even if you blacked out. a determination that you set your eyes on when she asked if you wanted to go all the way tonight. she laughs but goes quiet, a satisfied smile on her face as she scratches her nails across your stomach. still very aware that you’re deep within her, cum filled and a slight pulse every so often from you. but then daniela’s back to holding onto your bicep again.

your body regaining the strength to dig your feet into the bed and push into her with more purpose tonight. a rapidly growing pace that had your body fallen forward, no longer with your arms propping you up. head resting next to hers as you pushed into her. growing into a fervent pace. loud moans into your ears as you continue to fuck her. she was losing her grip on the world, only able to take you and feel the pleasure of you. she gripped onto your back. letting her nails drag against skin, almost ripping through skin.

you lifted off just enough to smother her in kisses, keeping your pace and focusing on getting her off. she could barely catch her breath, trying to breath through her nose but with the pleasure from you fucking her and the sensation of your mouth trying to devour hers. she was losing it. one hand still trying to use your back as a way to keep herself together, and another hand snaked up to pull at the back of your neck.

the burn of your thighs and the pain of her pulling at your hair only propelling you further. like it was the exact reaction you were aiming for. you let her mouth go for a second, leaning back to hold her hips in place as you were nearly hammering into her, fast and hard. and daniela wasn’t just letting out moans anymore, getting louder and louder that you had a fleeting thought that maybe your neighbors would complain. but you went right back to drilling her. her breaths being quicker and shorter. and then she nearly stabbed her fingers into your biceps, a loud and clear shout of your name off her tongue as she came around you, walls fluttering and clamping in response. shaking and convulsing with you still drilling into her. not giving her a break as if you intended to fuck her into her next orgasm. but then you slowed once her nail broke skin. digging slighting into your arm. and that rolled you into your own orgasm, the mix of pain and pleasure seizing your body once more, you kept yourself all the way inside, releasing yourself as she tried to blackout, feeling you spurt into her once more. both of your bodies shaking against each other. hard and heavy breaths, the smell of sex permeating the air.

she couldn’t even imagine where you got the stamina to fuck her so well for her second orgasm. body in a daze and lightheaded like you were earlier. still clamping down and shaking. you let her use your arm as an anchor, her nail piercing skin and pain rushed through you. but you didn’t care, not when daniela’s looked the hottest she’s ever looked, hair laid out, lipstick a mess and probably on you as well. sweat covering her entire body from just how amazing it was to be inside of her.

you kissed her gently, letting her come back down but with the sensation of you still wanting her. remindering her how much you were here for her. she let you kiss her, a languid arm eventually wrapping around your neck.

“jesus, where the hell did that come from?” daniela asked, eyes still blurry and her body was exhausted, and worn out. she was trying to get herself together. you smiled at her cheekily, enjoying how much she was enjoying this.

“mm, i’m not sure either.” you laughed out, purely fueled by the need to please her, using every muscle into overdrive and happy that it paid off. she nodded, not even sure why she was nodded, still feeling the orgasm come down. there wasn’t anything like that, daniela can’t remember liking sex this much.

“well wherever that came from, i need that again.” daniela explained, dead serious and then she noticed your arm, a slight puncture in the skin. letting out a loud gasp and trying to reach up to assess the damage. but you waved her off, still focused on relaxing from the crazy orgasms that you both felt. she pouted but didn’t protest, looking at how you two were still joined together. clamping again out of instinct, pulling a groan from you again. to which you glared at her, not seriously of course, but she knew you were sensitive.

“sorry,” daniela whispered, using her thumb to apply pressure against the wound, trying to stop the slight bleeding. you smiled dumbly at that. you leaned in to kiss her quickly, leaning on the back of your feet once more, until you slipped out of her. the mix of both of your cum spilling out of her. she didn’t comment on it, just tilting her hips up and looking away. you gave her another kiss, leaving the bed with shaky feet to grab a towel from the bathroom. as gently as possible, you tried cleaning her up.

she smiled at the gesture, the mere fact that you knew to take care of her after had her heart swelling. the attention to care as you dropped the comforter in your dirty laundry hamper. covered in both of your sweat and cum. she let you put her in new pajamas after she came back, with shaky legs, from the bathroom. a lazy smile on her face when you settled behind her, following suit as you both succumbed to slumber easily, drifting off into sweet dreams about each other.

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a/n: how are we feeling! i was excited to write about dani and reader's first time. but i also wanted to give some more insight into how dani feels about her loserrr....and do not forget! megan still does not know about them too.

oh and big shout to this submission, took inspo from it and incorporated it into my story. fact: i read each submission that people send in and try to add it into my fics if i feel like it fits btw! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

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