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G!p reader loser x bully Dani (HEAVYYYY on bully) finds out weâre a lesbian n asks us if weâre into us and gets upset when we say no. âIâm not gayâ yet repeatedly comes onto us when we push her away (and itâs not that weâre not into Dani , reader is just too much of a nervous loser to do anything back) and eventually pulls us into a empty classroom and has her way with us - đŠ
⏠Mean girlâs plaything.
-> pair ; dom!daniela avanzini / sub!g!p!reader
-> synopsis ; daniela has constantly bullied you, especially after discovering youâre a lesbian, and she can't stop watching you.
She walked the halls like she owned the tile beneath her sneakers, dark hair swinging with every step, laugh loud enough to turn heads three classrooms away. People either wanted to be her or be with herâthere was no in-between. And then there was you.
You existed in the margins. Hood up, earbuds in, backpack slung low like you were trying to disappear into it.
You spoke only when spoken to (and even then, mostly mumbled answers), sat in the very back corner of every class, and spent lunch with your sketchbook or your phone. Nobody really bothered you. Nobody really noticed you.
Except Daniela.
She noticed you the way a cat notices a mouse thatâs trying too hard to be invisible.
It started small.
Freshman year, youâd accidentally bumped her bag in the hallway. Sheâd spun around, eyes narrowed, and said loud enough for half the corridor to hear: âWatch where youâre going, loser.â
The word stuck. âLoserâ became your unofficial nickname. She never yelled it, never made it a huge sceneâjust dropped it casually, like she was stating a fact.
âHey, loser, move.â
âLoserâs in my seat again.â
âWhatâs the loser drawing today?â
You never answered back. Never looked her in the eye longer than a second. Just ducked your head and kept walking.
Sophomore year she got meaner.
Sheâd âaccidentallyâ knock your books off your desk when she passed. Sheâd whisper just loud enough for you to hear: âGod, do you ever talk?â Sheâd mimic your mumble in the hallway, exaggerating it until her friends laughed.
Once she found your sketchbook open on a desk (youâd left it for two minutes to grab a pencil) and flipped through it in front of everyone, commenting loudly on every drawing.
âWow. This is⊠sad. You really need a life, loser.â
Youâd snatched it back, face burning, and left without a word.
Senior year, she found out you were gay.
It happened in the cafeteria. Some idiot jock asked youâloud, in front of half the roomâif you âliked dick or pussy,â and youâd frozen. Didnât answer. Just stared at your tray until the laughter died down.
Daniela had been at the next table. Sheâd turned slowly, eyes narrowing.
âWait,â she said, voice carrying. âYouâre a lesbian?â
The table went quiet.
You didnât look up. Just nodded once, barely.
She stared at you for a long second. Then she laughedânot loud, not cruel, just⊠surprised. âHuh. Didnât see that coming.â
After that, the bullying changed.
She started finding you alone more often. In empty hallways. In the art room after class. Behind the bleachers during lunch when you tried to hide.
The first time she cornered you was in the girlsâ bathroom during fifth period. Youâd gone in to splash water on your face after someone had âaccidentallyâ spilled juice on your hoodie. She followed you in, locked the door behind her.
You froze at the sink.
She leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching you in the mirror.
âSo,â she said. âYouâre into girls.â
You didnât answer. Just stared at your reflectionâred cheeks, wet hoodie, eyes wide.
She stepped closer. âDo you like me?â
Your stomach dropped.
You shook your head fast. âNo.â
Her eyebrows lifted. âNo?â
âNo,â you repeated, quieter. âIâm not⊠I donâtâŠâ
She tilted her head. âYouâre not gay? Or youâre not into me?â
You swallowed. âBoth. Neither. I donât know.â
She laughedâsoft, almost gentle. âLiar.â
She stepped even closer. You backed up until your lower back hit the sink.
âYou stare at me all the time,â she said, voice low. âIn class. In the hall. When you think Iâm not looking. You think I donât notice?â
Your heart was in your throat. âI donâtââ
âYou do.â She reached out, brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers lingered on your cheek. âSo why lie?â
You flinched away. âIâm not⊠I donât want trouble.â
Her smile faded. âYou think Iâm trouble?â
You didnât answer.
She studied you for a long moment. Then she stepped back.
âFine,â she said. âWhatever.â
She unlocked the door and left.
But it didnât stop.
If anything, it got worse.
She started finding ways to be alone with you. Sheâd wait after class until the room emptied, then lean against your desk and ask some pointless question about homework she already knew the answer to.
Sheâd âaccidentallyâ bump into you in the hallway, her hand brushing your hip or your lower back for just a second too long.
Sheâd sit behind you in the library and lean forward to whisper something in your earânothing important, just âyou missed a spot on your notesâ or âyour hoodie smells like laundry detergent.â
Every time, your body betrayed you.
Your face would heat up. Your hands would shake. And worst of allâyour cock would harden instantly, pressing painfully against your jeans, impossible to hide.
She noticed.
She never said anything directly. But she started wearing tighter shirts, shorter skirts, bending over more often when she knew you were looking.
Sheâd stretch in front of you during group projects, arms above her head, tank top riding up. Sheâd lick her lips when she caught you staring.
And every time you tried to leave, sheâd find a way to keep you there.
One afternoon she cornered you in the art supply closet after class. Youâd been putting away paintbrushes for extra credit. She followed you in, closed the door, and leaned against it.
âYouâre avoiding me again,â she said.
You kept your back to her, organizing brushes by size. âIâm not.â
âYou are.â She stepped closer. You felt her heat at your back. âWhy?â
You swallowed. âI donât want trouble.â
She laughed softly. âYou keep saying that.â
Her hand slid around your waist from behindâslow, deliberate. You froze.
âIâm not gonna hurt you,â she whispered against your ear. âI just want to know⊠do you think about me when youâre alone?â
Your cock was already hard. Painfully so. You pressed your thighs together, trying to hide it.
She felt it anyway. Her hand drifted lower, brushing the front of your jeans. You sucked in a breath.
âThought so,â she murmured.
You turned fast, pushing her hand away. âStop.â
She stepped back, but her eyes were dark. âWhy?â
âYou really think thatâs why I keep doing this?â
You didnât answer.
She stepped closer again. âOf course iâm straight. I just like watching you fall apart.â
Your stomach dropped.
She reached out, brushed her thumb across your bottom lip. âAnd youâre so good at it.â
Then she turned and left.
You stood there for a long time, heart pounding, cock still aching, trying to understand what the hell just happened.
She didnât stop.
And you never told her to.
Because deep downâburied under the fear and the embarrassmentâyou didnât want her to stop either.
The hallway outside Ms. Chenâs classroom smelled like old textbooks and lemon cleaner. It was the last period of the day, and most people were already goneârushing to buses, practice, or just freedom.
You were still at your locker, shoving books in slower than usual, hoodie pulled up like always.
You heard the heels first.
Daniela.
She appeared at the end of the corridor like sheâd materialized there just to ruin your day. Black skirt, white blouse untucked, hair in loose.
She didnât even pretend to be casual about itâshe walked straight up to you, stopped close enough that her perfume hit you like a slap (something expensive, floral, a little spicy), and leaned one shoulder against the locker next to yours.
âLoser,â she said, voice low, almost bored. âYouâre taking forever.â
You didnât look at her. Kept staring at the inside of your locker like it was the most interesting thing on earth.
She reached over, plucked your history notebook out of your hand, flipped it open, then closed it again just to toss it back inside with a careless flick.
âYouâre so quiet today,â she went on, tilting her head so she could see your face even though you were trying to hide it. âWhatâs wrong? Scared Iâll make you cry again?â
Your fingers tightened on the locker door. You still didnât speak.
She sighed, dramatic, like you were personally disappointing her.
âFine. Come with me.â
Before you could react, she grabbed your wristânot hard, but firm enough that you knew pulling away would make it worseâand tugged you down the hall. You stumbled after her, heart already hammering, mouth dry.
She didnât look back. Just kept walking like she had every right to drag you wherever she wanted.
She pushed open the door to Room 214âempty, lights off, blinds half-drawn. Afternoon sun slanted through the gaps in dusty gold bars. She let go of your wrist only long enough to lock the door behind you with a sharp click.
You stood frozen in the middle of the aisle between desks, backpack still on, hands clenched at your sides.
Daniela turned slowly, leaning back against the teacherâs desk, arms crossed under her chest so her blouse pulled tight.
âTake off the hoodie,â she said.
You stared at her.
She raised one eyebrow. âNow.â
Your hands moved before your brain caught up. Fingers shaking, you unzipped it, shrugged it off, let it drop to the floor. Underneath was just a plain black t-shirt, slightly too big, sleeves pushed up to your elbows. You felt exposed even though you werenât showing anything.
She looked you overâslow, deliberate, eyes lingering on your chest, your hips, the obvious bulge already pressing against the front of your jeans.
âPathetic,â she said, almost softly. âYouâre already hard just from me telling you what to do.â
Your face burned. You looked at the floor.
She pushed off the desk and walked toward you. Slow steps. Each one made your pulse spike higher.
When she reached you she stopped closeâclose enough that you could feel the heat off her body, smell that damn perfume again. She reached up, hooked one finger in the collar of your hoodie, tugged you down until your faces were level.
âYouâre such a pussy,â she whispered. âYouâve been hard for me since freshman year and you still wonât do anything about it.â
You swallowed. âIâI donâtââ
âDonât lie.â Her other hand slid down your stomach, palm flat, pressing just enough to feel how hard you were. You sucked in a breath. She palmed you through your jeansâslow, firm, watching your face the whole time.
âLook at you,â she said. âShaking already. Youâre so easy.â
She pushed you backward until your ass hit the edge of a desk. You braced your hands on it to keep from falling. She stepped between your legs, forcing them apart with her knee.
âUnzip,â she said.
Your hands shook so bad you fumbled the button twice. When you finally got the zipper down she reached in herself, pulled your cock outâthick, flushed, already leakingâand wrapped her fingers around it.
You moanedâquiet, broken, involuntary.
She stroked once. Slow. From base to tip. Your hips jerked forward.
âSee?â she said. âYou want this so bad youâre crying for it and I havenât even done anything yet.â
You werenât crying. Not yet. But your eyes were stinging, throat tight, every nerve screaming.
She stepped closer, pressed her body against yours, cock trapped between your stomachs through her skirt. She rocked onceâslow, deliberateâdragging herself along your length.
You whimpered.
She smiled against your ear. âThatâs it. Thatâs the sound I like.â
She rocked again. Harder. The friction was insaneâher skirt bunched up, her panties soaked through, sliding against your bare cock. You could feel how wet she was, how hot, how she was already dripping onto you.
âDanielaââ Your voice cracked. âPleaseââ
âPlease what?â she whispered, grinding slower now, torturing you. âPlease stop? Or please donât stop?â
You couldnât answer. Just moanedâlow, needy, hips twitching up to chase her.
She laughed softly. âThought so.â
She kept goingâslow, filthy grinds that dragged her clit along your shaft, coating you in her wetness. Every slide made you leak more, precum mixing with her arousal until you were both slick and messy. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles went white.
âLook at you,â she said, voice dripping with mock pity. âAlready falling apart and I havenât even let you inside yet.â
She reached down, wrapped her hand around both of youâher palm pressing your cock against her pussy, trapping it between her folds.
She rocked faster now, using her own wetness as lube, sliding up and down your length without letting you push inside.
You were moaning openlyâhigh, desperate sounds you couldnât hold back. Your hips jerked every time she slid over the head, trying to thrust, trying to get deeper.
She slapped your thighâsharp, stinging. âNo. You donât get to fuck me. You get to stand there and take it.â
Tears pricked your eyes. âDaniâpleaseâI needââ
âNeed what?â She slowed again, torturously slow, just the tip nudging her entrance. âNeed to come? Need to be inside me? Need me to stop teasing?â
You nodded frantically, tears spilling over. âAll of itâpleaseââ
She smiledâmean, beautiful. âPoor baby.â
She ground down harder, faster, until you were both shaking. You could feel her clit swollen against you, her wetness dripping down your balls, the heat of her pussy so close but not quite letting you in.
You were crying nowâquiet, broken sobsâhips jerking helplessly.
âDaniâpleaseâlet me comeâpleaseââ
âNot yet,â she whispered. âNot until you admit it.â
You sobbed harder. âAdmit what?â
âThat you want me,â she said, voice soft but deadly. âThat youâve always wanted me. That every time I call you loser you get hard. That youâd let me do anything to you.â
You broke.
âI want you,â you sobbed. âIâve always wanted you. Iâm sorryâIâm sorry Iâm such a pussyâplease let me comeâpleaseââ
She kissed you thenâdeep, possessive, swallowing your sobs.
âGood girl,â she whispered against your lips.
Then she sank downâslow, taking every inch until you were buried inside her.
You moaned loudâvoice wrecked, tears streamingâas she started riding you. Slow, deep, grinding circles that dragged her clit against your pelvis.
She didnât let you thrust. Just used youâriding at her pace, hands on your shoulders, nails digging in.
âLook at me,â she said.
You didâeyes wet, face flushed, lips trembling.
She smiledâslow, satisfied.
âYouâre mine,â she said. âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you whispered, voice breaking.
She rode you harder, faster, until you were both shaking.
âCome inside me,â she ordered. âFill me up.â
You didâthrusting up once, twice, then coming hard, spilling deep inside her with a broken sob. She clenched around you, coming with you, moaning your name like a prayer.
She kept movingâslow, milking you through the aftershocksâuntil you were oversensitive, whimpering, tears still falling.
Only then did she stop.
She kissed you softâslow, almost tender.
She finally lifted herself off you with a soft, wet soundâyour cock slipping free, still half-hard, glistening with the messy mix of cum, her arousal, and the faint trace of cum that had spilled out earlier.
A thick string of everything connected the head of your cock to her entrance for a second before it snapped, dripping down onto your thigh.
You hissed at the sudden emptiness, oversensitive, the cool air hitting your slick skin like a slap.
Daniela looked down at itâyour cock twitching against your stomach, flushed dark, shiny and messyâand licked her lips.
Without a word she slid off your lap and dropped to her knees on the carpet between your spread thighs. The rough weave dug into her knees but she didnât flinch. She wrapped one hand around the base of your cock, holding it steady, and looked up at you with those dark, unreadable eyes.
âDaniââ Your voice cracked, still hoarse from all the begging and crying earlier. âWhatââ
She didnât answer.
Instead she lifted your cock away from your stomach and slapped itâfirm, deliberateâagainst her left cheek. The wet smack echoed in the quiet room. Your hips jerked up on instinct, a low groan ripping out of your throat.
She did it againâharder this timeâslapping the head against her right cheek. The impact sent a sharp jolt of overstimulation through you; your cock throbbed painfully, another bead of cum welling up at the tip and smearing across her skin.
She looked up at you the whole timeâeyes locked on yours, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from everything youâd already done.
âYou like that?â she asked quietly, voice a little rough from moaning earlier. She slapped your cock against her cheek againâthree quick, stinging popsâwatching your face twist with every impact. âYou like seeing your dick mark my face?â
You couldnât speak. Just nodded frantically, tears still drying on your cheeks from before.
She smiledâslow, wicked, satisfied.
âGood.â
She dragged the head across her lips, smearing the mess there, then opened her mouth and took you inâslow, deep, no teasing this time. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside as she sank down, throat relaxing until her nose brushed your pelvis.
You moaned loudâvoice raw, brokenâhips jerking forward before you could stop them.
She hummed low in her throat, the vibration ripping through you like a current. Her hands gripped your thighs, nails digging in, holding you still while she bobbedâslow at first, then faster, wet and messy. Spit dripped down your shaft, pooled at the base, ran down your balls.
The sounds were obscene: slick, sloppy, her soft moans muffled around your length.
You were loud againâmoaning, gasping, whimpering every time she took you deep. âDaniâfuck!âso good...â
She pulled off with a wet gasp, hand stroking you fast and slick while she looked up at you.
âYou taste like us,â she said, voice thick. âLike everything you gave me earlier. I can still taste the cum you couldnât hold back.â She licked a long stripe up the underside, slow and deliberate. âItâs so fucking hot.â
Your hips bucked. âDaniâpleaseââ
She slapped your cock against her tongueâquick, wet smacksâthen took you deep again, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing. Her hand pumped the base in tight, twisting strokes while her tongue swirled relentlessly around the head.
You were shakingâthighs trembling, stomach muscles jumping, tears pricking your eyes again from the overstimulation. The sensitivity was brutal: every suck felt like too much, every stroke of her hand like fire, but you couldnât stop moaning her name.
She pulled off once more, stroking you fast, eyes locked on yours.
âCome for me,â she said quietly. âCome in my mouth. Let me taste how much you love this.â
You did.
Your hips jerked forward, cock pulsing hard as you cameâthick, hot ropes shooting across her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed greedily, moaning around you, milking every spurt with her mouth and hand until you were empty, oversensitive, sobbing softly from the intensity.
She kept suckingâgentle now, soft pulls that made you whimper and twitchâuntil you were completely spent.
Only then did she pull off, licking you clean with long, soothing strokes. She kissed the tip softly, then crawled up your body to kiss your mouthâdeep, slow, letting you taste everything on her tongue.
You were shaking, wrecked, clinging to her.
She held you tight, fingers stroking through your hair.
âYeah, that's right.â she whispered. âAll mine.â
You buried your face in her neck, still trembling.