hi ok plz write g!p reader who cums fast but almost never gets soft so Daniela takes advantage of it and makes reader cum inside her multiple times until her stomach has that little bulge ok bye
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-> pair ; dom!daniela avanzini x g!p!reader
-> synopsis ; you always came faster than her, so she took advantage of that.
She knew you came fast—sometimes embarrassingly fast—the second you slid inside her.
But she also knew the part that made her eyes sparkle with mischief; once you started, you almost never went soft.
Even after you finished, your cock stayed hard, thick, and ready for more. It was like your body had a switch that only turned off when she decided it was time.
And tonight, Daniela was in the mood to take full advantage.
You had both just gotten back from a long dinner with her members. The moment the front door clicked shut, she kicked off her heels and turned to you with that look—the one that said she had been thinking about this the entire night.
She walked over slowly, hips swaying, and pushed you gently backward until you sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You were quiet during dinner,” she said, voice low. “I could see you watching me the whole time.”
You swallowed, already feeling the familiar heat building in your stomach. “You looked good tonight.”
She smiled, slow and knowing. “I wore this dress for you.”
The dress hugged her body perfectly—short enough to show off her legs, tight enough to remind you exactly what was underneath. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, and kissed you deep and slow. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails lightly scratching your stomach.
“I’ve been wet since we left the restaurant,” she whispered against your lips. “Thinking about how fast you cum… and how you stay hard for me afterward.”
You groaned softly, hands gripping her thighs. “Dani…”
She kissed you again, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
“I want you to cum inside me tonight,” she said quietly. “As many times as I want. Until my stomach starts to show it.”
Your cock twitched hard in your pants.
She felt it and smiled.
“Already?” she teased. “We haven’t even started.”
She reached down and unzipped your pants, pulling your cock out. It was already hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around you and stroked slowly, watching your face the whole time.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “So eager.”
She didn’t take her dress off. She just hiked it up to her waist, pushed her panties to the side, and lined you up with her entrance. She was already soaked.
She sank down slowly, taking you in one smooth motion until you were buried to the hilt.
The moment you bottomed out, you groaned and came.
Your cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Your hips jerked up involuntarily as the orgasm hit you fast and intense.
Daniela moaned softly, rolling her hips in slow circles as she felt you filling her.
“Already cumming for me?” she whispered, voice warm and amused.
You were still panting, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Shit—sorry… I couldn’t hold it.”
“That’s okay, baby. I love when you do that.”
She didn’t stop moving.
Even as you were still pulsing inside her, she started riding you—slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding down so you stayed buried deep. Your cum made everything slick and messy, and she used it to her advantage, sliding up and down your still-hard cock with ease.
You were panting, oversensitive, hands gripping her thighs.
“Dani—fuck… it’s too much already…”
She leaned down and kissed you softly.
“I know,” she said against your lips. “But you’re still so hard for me. I’m not stopping.”
She kept riding you—steady and deep—her pussy clenching around your cock with every downward motion. The wet sounds of her taking you filled the room. Your cum was already leaking out around you, coating your balls and the sheets.
You came again—faster than the first time—groaning into her mouth as another load pumped deep inside her. Daniela moaned, grinding down harder to take every drop.
“That’s two,” she whispered, smiling. “Keep going, baby.”
She didn’t slow down. She rode you through the sensitivity, her hips moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm. Her dress was still on, bunched around her waist, and every time she came down, you could see the slight bulge in her lower belly from how full she was getting.
You were a mess underneath her.
“Daniela… I can’t… it’s too sensitive…”
“You can,” she said softly, but firmly. “You always can for me.”
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, and rode you harder. The angle made your cock hit deeper inside her. She was so full of your cum that every thrust made a wet, squelching sound.
You came a third time—harder than the last—your whole body shaking as you spilled even more inside her. Daniela moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all.
Her stomach was starting to show it now. A small, noticeable swell just below her navel from all the loads you’d given her.
She looked down at it, then back at you with dark, satisfied eyes.
“Look what you’re doing to me,” she whispered. “You’re filling me up so much.”
She kept riding—savoring the way your cock stayed rock hard inside her overflowing pussy.
You were whimpering, oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Dani… please… I’m so sensitive…”
“I know, baby,” she said gently, but she didn’t stop. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
She rode you through the overstimulation until you came again—the fourth time—a weak, trembling orgasm that left you gasping and shaking underneath her. More cum pumped into her already swollen belly.
Daniela finally slowed down, breathing hard, her stomach visibly rounder from everything you’d given her. She placed a hand on the small bulge and rubbed it gently.
“So full…” she whispered, almost to herself.
She leaned down and kissed you softly, still keeping you inside her.
“You did so good,” she murmured against your lips. “My perfect girl.”
You were completely spent.
Trembling, oversensitive, but still hard inside her. Daniela smiled and gave one last slow roll of her hips.
“We’re not done yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you cum inside me at least one more time tonight mkay?”
“U-uh huh,”
You’re fucked.
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a/n ; this is the one where i keep it in my draft for months.
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Sorority Girl Daniela x nerd!masc!gp!reader || Non Idol Au
Summary — when you leave campus seeing Daniela storming past you crying, you comfort her. Never had you interacted too much before but you’ve always had a thing for her.
Contact warnings — no plot, smut, soft dom Daniela, love bombings, unprotected sex, comfort sex, mentions of cheating, reader is a gentlewoman, aftercare, soft and slow sex, creampie, big d reader, mommy kink, reader isn’t inexperienced but treats it like first time.
Authors Note — this was a pretty cool idea and honestly, there might be multiple parts to this, so thank you to the person who requested it. Hopefully you enjoy it! There will be a Manon fic next and then a Sophia one afterwards!!
@miniaturenachoo ; your request! :)
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It was a long day. Like, unnecessarily long.
Classes were hell and not only that, but you also hadn't gotten the chance to eat lunch earlier. You were so backed up on your main studies that you sometimes completely forgot you had other classes you took and definitely needed. Considering you were passing all of them, you guessed it was okay. Since classes were over and it was a Friday, that meant you could relax all day—until Monday unfortunately.
Looking at your phone and the time, it was 5:45 PM.
There wasn't much you liked to do on a Friday except relax, so that was your plan. Maybe rent a few bad movies, buy a shit ton of snacks and binge watch television. You were walking to your car, the sight alone being like a breath of fresh air. As you got up close to it, you stood there and placed your phone in your jacket pocket. You were now fishing for your keys, hearing the jingle as you dug into the pocket.
You went to pull your keys out but as you did, a loud sound erupted and caused you to jump—your keys falling to the ground. Your eyes trailed up to see the source—it was Daniela, who slammed the door open with almost all her strength. Daniela Avanzini, the sorority girl you have had a crush on for as long as you could remember. You can't even remember when the crush started, you just saw her and it developed.
It wasn't a shocker though because maybe ninety percent of the university had a crush on her. Almost every day when you walked the halls or sat in class, there'd be someone talking about how badly they wanted her. Unfortunately for you, you were amongst one of those people that did. But you've been classified as a nerd on multiple occasions and Daniela made it clear she only liked frat guys.
You weren't trying to stare at her, but when you noticed the angry strides she took, you couldn't help but wonder why. You've maybe spoken to Daniela a few times since you've attended college with her and it wasn't because you didn't want to, it was just the simple fact that you knew she would shut you down. In the past, you only talked because you were tasked to help her with assignments.
But this time, you wanted to see what was wrong.
Because now that you see her, you saw the tears streaming down her face too—the mascara darkening her cheeks slighty.
You were afraid to say anything to her honestly, but you were also too caring. Maybe a little nosey when it came to her.
You picked your keys up and called out, "Hey Daniela," her head turning to you slightly but continuing on her way. You didn't want to seem creepy, but you started jogging up to her, seeing her not speeding up but continuing on her way, "Daniela, wait!" You watched her slow down slightly, letting you finally catch up as you adjusted your bag on your back, trying not to let it fall while you trailed behind her.
She wasn’t looking at you, “what do you want?” Her voice came out almost harsh, like she didn’t want to be bothered and honestly—she clearly didn’t. But you just wanted to delusionally comfort her in your own way, and she possibly knew that.
"Hey, sorry to bother you but uh..."
"Then why are you bothering me?" She asked, still not taking a single glance at you.
You chuckled awkwardly, "that's a fair point but I couldn't help but notice you're clearly pissed off and..." you were walking so fast trying to keep up that you were bumping into a lot of objects in your way, "and I was just trying to see what was wrong if that's not a weird thing to do." That finally got her to stop, you almost fumbling over your own two feet to turn to her, now completely seeing her face.
Oh, she was hurt by something.
You almost never seen her unhappy let alone cry.
Her arms folded over her chest; her purse being sandwiched between her forearm and her chest. Her head tilted slightly, "why the hell do you care? I didn't ask you to come check up on me." She was very upset so you could understand how she felt.
You nodded and licked your lips nervously, pulling your bag strap firmly on your arm to keep yourself steady. "I uh-I don't know. I just saw you crying and clearly upset so I kind of just wanted to make sure you were okay." She stared at you hard, holding your gaze deeply which caused you to swallow nervously.
Her head tilted upward questionably, "why?" She asked, almost a whisper.
You could hardly continue, your lips quivering trying to spit anything out. Her eyebrow raised, waiting for you to continue, "just because you're always happy and in a good mood and I guess I was just a little concerned, that's all." You explained it softly, Daniela staring at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever. She was very unreadable, and her stare was so predatory it had you almost walking away.
"Are you okay?" You asked her after she didn't reply, still not getting a reply from her. It's like she wanted to say something but at the same time, you two didn't really know each other. You literally only occasionally spoke a few times and if she was being honest, you're very nice to her. She didn't have a reason to be mean to you and she knew that but at the same time, she was just upset for her own reasons.
You swallowed and reached a hand out, not touching her, just trying to keep her attention. "Look I can see you're headed in the direction of the sorority house," you informed her, "and I know your boyfriend usually takes you there but considering he's not here right now and you're upset, I'm sure you were going to walk there." You weren't trying to offend her, but when you said boyfriend she looked more upset.
"Bye, ____," she said, going to resume walking.
"No no no, Daniela wait," you gently caught her wrist and this time, she stopped and didn't look annoyed, "I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride there? I know by car it's like fifteen minutes from here and on foot it would be way longer," she seemed to soften at that which caused you to let her wrist go, "I can take you back there, if you need me to." You offered, seeing her eyes trailing from your feet and back to your face.
She stared at you for a moment, seeing the hopeful look in your eyes. You weren't trying to be weird but at the same time you knew you wouldn't feel right letting her walk back when it would be dark before she even got back. Daniela knew she didn't really want to walk back home, especially since it was also cold too and of course getting dark soon as well. She sighed and nodded, "okay. Yeah."
You let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. You smiled at her, and just for comfort, you reached your hand out and she surprisingly took it. She instantly felt like her entire body relaxed. Not only was your hand super soft, but you were very warm and soothing but not only that, you were just extremely sweet. Daniela felt like she was about to melt from being treated so nicely after what just happened.
When you got to your car, you clicked the unlock button twice to unlock all the doors. You guided her to the passenger side and opened the door for her, watching how she almost elegantly entered your car and let your hand go. You waited for her to pull her legs inside before you softly closed the door behind her with a soft thud. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest; did you really just get the Daniela Avanzini in your car?
Yes, you did.
You opened the backdoor and put your bookbag in it.
After, you walked to your side and pulled the door open, taking your seat as you sat in the driver side and shut the door once you were situated. The sound of the doors locking automatically made the situation even more real, but the sound of her putting on her seatbelt made it almost way too real. You did the same and then turned your car on, the sound of the of your music coming on; being soft and very low.
You turned the heat up just slightly on her side, just to make sure she was warm. "Is that okay?" You asked her, seeing her only nodding which made you do the same. You looked at her again for a second, seeing the still ruined mascara on her face. You reached over her, her eyes following as you pulled open your glove compartment. You had tissues in there, paper towels for when you ate in your car during lunch.
You pulled some paper towels out, "here you go." You softly offered, Daniela eyes looking at yours before she took it.
It was nice interacting with her, but you were still curious why she was crying in the first place. You reversed out of the parking lot and began on your way. You've driven past the sorority house before because it was on the way to your off-campus apartment. The sound of the soft music mingled with the soft hum of your car was soothing. There wasn't as much traffic luckily for you two.
It was really silent and you didn't want to get in her business, but you also didn't want her to be uncomfortable or anything. You coughed softly to get her attention which you did, "you hungry? We can get some food before I drop you off, if you want to?" You didn't know it, but you were for sure having an effect on her. What kind of effect, she wasn't quite sure, but it felt so nice to be talked to so sweetly.
You were showing nothing but genuine care and if Daniela was being honest, that had her feeling less sad. She nodded, "I wouldn't mind getting food. Shake shack, if that's cool." She replied, her eyes turning from looking out the window to now staring forward. You just nodded a couple times, of course that was okay. You actually enjoyed food from there too and if she liked it, then that was definitely nice in a way.
You swallowed before asking her, "may I ask you why you were crying? I legit don't think I've ever seen you sad before."
She didn't answer for a second, you almost regretting asking before you stopped at a stop sign. You saw the flash of her phone screen from your right and when you turned your head, you saw she was showing you a text conversation. It was one of those, "Hey girlie," messages. You nodded, reading the long paragraph from a woman that she didn't know. She was explaining how her and Daniela's boyfriend had been hooking up for a while.
Daniela pulled the phone back and scrolled, turning the phone to you and showing you a picture of her boyfriend and clearly another woman kissing. You didn't know what to say because how could anyone cheat on someone as beautiful as her? Maybe it was an insecurity that he had or he's just a plain ole cheater. You watched her face carefully, seeing how she seemed to be more and more upset at the sight.
Daniela let out a sigh, "I already figured he was doing something behind my back," she said, "I just hate how men will come back to you after knowing they have someone else. It literally pisses me off so bad." She pulled her phone back, turning the screen off and placing it in her purse. You had almost forgot you were at a stop sign; too entranced in what she was telling you.
You nodded once and then a few more times before turning back to the road and proceeding to drive. "Well, it's definitely his loss, Daniela," you told her and caught her attention, "because in the end, the one who is unfaithful always loses. They'll realize that nothing and no one will make them happy, so they will end up just being alone." You didn't see it, but she smiled softly at that. "And you win by not going back. By realizing-you are most certainly the prize."
She tried to contain her smile, but you caught it and it came out, "I'm not going back at all. He's been texting me, but I already gave up on that. This isn't the first time he's made me feel like shit." You hummed questionably, waiting for her to continue, "when we're out, he looks at other women so fucking hard like I kid you not ____, he would break his neck to look at another woman walk by."
You scoffed, "what the fuck?" You asked, "so you're telling me that he has a ten out of ten girlfriend who looks like a super model and he still wants the attention of other women?" You looked at her for a second and saw her nod, causing you to shake your head, "I think men are the dumbest creatures to ever exist because what do you mean you can live with the fact that you fumbled someone this beautiful? Come on!"
That actually made her laugh, the sound catching your ears in the most beautiful way. You smiled to yourself before saying, "I'm serious Daniela. He has to be the dumbest person alive to fumble you. Like there's so many people on campus that wants you and he fumbled so fucking hard. Like that's actually so crazy to me." You insinuated every word with a small tap on your steering wheel.
Daniela sat up straighter in her seat, "that's how men are, unfortunately. They will never be satisfied with just one woman."
"And I mean never, they're so unbearable," you said, both of you chuckling before a soft and charming silence overtook you.
She would occasionally take glances at you, realizing just how soft and sweet you were. The times you had spoken, you were always so nice to her. You were one of the few people that didn't try to impress her or try to get in her pants just because. You were so respectful no matter what and now that she's thinking on it, she's wondering why she had never tried to form a friendship with you. You seemed like a genuine person.
There are definite signs in people that shows that they're just straight assholes, but you for sure weren't. She could look at you from a mile away and can tell you had a pure heart. She knawed on her bottom lip softly, trying to distract her thoughts. Being at this close proximity to you, she could really pick up on your personality. Your clothes were always clean; your car was clean and smelled great.
Small things about you she noticed. And it wasn't because she was overanalyzing you, she was just able to get a good look at you now that she was technically hanging with you. Your whole demeanor was fairly... attractive. She didn't know how to explain it because she wasn't even attracted to nerds. You were, however, very attractive. She looked ahead again, letting the soft music take over her mind.
After you got you both some food, you were on the way to take her home to her sorority house. She hadn't started eating her food yet and neither have you.
"____." Daniela called, gaining your attention as you hummed, "I don't really want to go back to the sorority house." She said.
You eyed her and asked, "oh, why?"
She shrugged, "they're throwing a party there at eight," she explained, "and I really don't want to be around that shit right now."
"I understand," you didn't want to seem weird, but you had to ask, "well, do you want to-I don't know maybe come over?" She looked at you from the side, "I mean, that is if you want. I live off campus and have an extra bedroom if you want to come over for the night."
She stared blankly at you for a second before nodding, "yeah. That sounds fine."
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You and Daniela were now standing in front of your apartment door, and she was holding your food as you fished out your keys from within your pocket. You unlocked your door and pushed it open, flipping the light on and letting Daniela in. She walked in without hesitation, you closing the door behind you before locking it. You walked to her and ushered her to the living room, "we can eat in here. I'll put a movie on."
You watched her walk into your living room, the strides she took being almost hypnotic. You took your hoodie off and placed it on the back of your couch, now only being in a plain t-shirt and jeans after kicking your sneakers off as well. She took a seat and placed the food on your coffee table, but you missed the way she was staring at you. You didn't turn a main light on, only a corner lamp that was bright enough to light up the room.
She was impressed with how clean it was, cozy, warm and so comforting. You walked over to her and grabbed the television remote that was sitting on the coffee table, just before you turned it on. You scrolled through channels, "anything you want to watch, Daniela?" You asked her without looking at her, hearing her take a bite of a crunchy french fry.
"Anything is fine." She replied.
You flicked through channel after channel until you came across a movie, one that you didn't recognize but it was in the genre of a romance and drama. She hummed approvingly and you decided to take your seat next to her. She was looking at the television when you looked at her. "You can take your shoes off if you want, Daniela. Make yourself at home, I definitely don't mind at all."
You watched her reach down for the shoes on her feet, and you're just now realizing how nice her outfit was. Every time she wore a skirt with a short top and a jacket accompanied by a nice set of heels, it genuinely always took your breath away. It wasn't on purpose, but you watched her slip the heels off and then came her jacket, your eyes trailing away from her so you wouldn't stare too long at her.
She knew you were looking; she saw the way you swallowed thickly and was facing the tv awkwardly. Daniela didn't think too much of it though, because she thought it was cute. Not to have a cocky mindset or anything, but she was aware of how gorgeous she was. There hasn't been a day in her life where she thought otherwise, but seeing you being all flustered and trying to contain your composure was adorable.
You both ate your food in a silence that didn't make either of you uncomfortable. It was hard trying to keep your gaze on the movie because not only did you have a crush on Daniela but having her in your apartment sitting next to you, on your couch, looking as beautiful as ever had your heart racing. It felt unreal, but the fact that you were able to calm her down from what happened made it real.
You had finished your food first and after she finished hers, you had taken both of your trash and threw them away; bringing over some hand sanitizer for her. She thanked you with the most genuine smile, making your heart flutter so sweetly. If you weren't such an overthinker, you would tell her about your crush. Unfortunately for you, your heart would not be able to handle rejection from her.
"____," she called out, your head turning to see her already looking at you, "where's your bathroom? My makeup needs a touch up." She chuckled softly, you doing the same.
You pointed to your dimly lit hallway, "it's the second door on the left. Take all the time you need."
Daniela stood up and grabbed her purse, walking past you in the most gorgeous way. You were trying to look, but she was so beautiful that your eyes couldn't help but stare. You could smell the sweet perfume that she wore when she walked past you; it felt like you were going to faint from that alone. You watched her disappear down the hallway, the sound of your bathroom door opening and then closing softly.
You let out a deep breath, trying to regain the little sanity that you had left. You were very grateful that her now ex did cheat on her and as messed up as it sounds, you were happy it got you in this situation. You didn't know her ex personally, but you knew he was a frat boy meaning he was around women all the time. Daniela was a sorority girl, but you knew she was all about him, unfortunately.
That caused her to be blind of his actions because anyone could look at him and tell he wasn't a faithful guy. It's not like you were paying any attention to him but when you saw her with him sometimes, you could tell he clearly didn't like her. It's like he was only with her the reputation of being one of the most popular frat guys in the entire school, and was dating the most popular sorority girl as well.
Then again, it was none of your business. Your crush for Daniela wasn't exactly clear because you've never shown it. Hopefully you weren't giving off signs that you did have a crush on her because you did not want her to feel weird with you. Considering she hasn't demanded you take her home yet, you're guessing she didn't. She seemed really comfortable around you, and you were happy for that.
After about ten minutes, Daniela came out of your bathroom. You sat up and saw her face and honestly, you couldn't believe how ethereal she managed to look. She only touched up her makeup, and she still managed to make that look gorgeous. This time when she walked past you. she turned her backside slightly in your direction where her ass was basically in your face.
You were so flustered and she could tell. The way you awkwardly looked away from her and to the way your hands fidgeted from in between your thighs. She was satisfied with how effective small things she did affect you. You were actually more attractive when you tried your hardest to not show how flushed you were. Not even just cute nor adorable, you were downright attractive. Very attractive.
Daniela was curious now. Have you ever been in a relationship before? You were so levelheaded and focused all the time, so she assumed you didn't have the time. She has never seen you anywhere outside of campus or in class, so she assumed after classes you would just come straight home. There was nothing wrong with that at all and if anything, it made you even hotter than you already were.
"____," she called, your eyes landing on her seeing how she had one leg over top of her other, "can I ask you something?"
You nodded your head, "sure, what's up?" You asked, turning to her slightly so she could know you had her full attention. You didn't miss the way she swallowed thickly, like she didn't want to ask whatever was on her mind.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked you, seeing how the question clearly caught you off guard.
You shook your head, "no I don't. May I ask why'd you ask?"
She stared at you for a moment, and you didn't miss when she slid closer to you just a fraction. "I don't know what I'm doing or thinking but," her voice trailed off for a second, "I'm just curious if you've ever had sex before?"
You chuckled awkwardly, trying your hardest to figure out where that came from. "I have, yeah. Not recently, but I've been intimate with someone before."
Daniela hummed, just before she looked up at you, "I guess I asked because for some reason," she started, slowly sliding closer to you just a little more, "this night alone is making me feel more than my ex has ever made me feel in the past." She said, watching your face for any discomfort, "and I guess with the way you're acting with me right now has me feeling some kind of way."
Your breath hitched hard when her thigh was pressed firmly against your very own, your eyes never leaving her face. She leaned closer to you which out of nerves, made you lean back just a fraction. You weren't sure what she was trying to do, but your mind could understand what she was implying. It had your heart hammering inside your chest, the sound meeting your ears.
One of her hands went to your thighs, ghosting over it before she grasped it firmly and rubbed it softly. Daniela leaned closer to you, her lips being close to your face. She smiled slightly, "I don't know where this feeling came from, but I want you so bad," her lips got closer to you, a soft chuckle escaping her from your reaction, "when I was in the bathroom just now, I couldn't stop thinking about this."
A giant shiver shook through your body, your hands shaking slightly when you reached up and grasped her arms to stop her. She pulled back and looked at you, seeing how you closed your eyes briefly with your tongue swiping over you bottom lip. "Daniela, I understand what you just went through and I know it must be hurtful. But I really don't want to be your stress relief or rebound. As much as I—"
"As much as you what, ____?" She asked, her voice low and seductive which caused a chill to go up your body, "as much as you clearly want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, her hand going up to cup your jaw and pull your attention towards her. "I don't care about what my ex did. And don't try to act like you haven't been eye fucking me ever since we been at this school. You think I didn't notice when we did work together?"
You swallowed harshly, "I—I can admit I may have looked at you inappropriately before and I apologize for that," she stared you dead in the eyes as you spoke, "and I may have a crush on you but at the same time, I don't want to be a quick hook up for you as revenge for him." Your eyes looked away nervously, the closeness and eye contact that she held being so nerve wrecking.
She smiled at you, "I kind of figured you had a crush on me." She gently pulled your face closer to hers just before she wrapped her free arm around your back, having you pressed firmly against her. "And if I'm being honest, I always found you to be so cute," her lips ghosted over yours, your eyes trained on her beautiful face. "Tell me I'm wrong, ____. Tell me you never wondered what it would be like to fuck me?"
Your mouth hung open slightly, Daniela finding you to be so cute. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, feeling you shiver at the contact. Her hand left your face and the other one moved from your back before she grasped both of your forearms; feeling the tension in them. She rubbed them soothingly, "don't worry about my ex baby, I know you want to fuck me. Come on, ____."
You were stuck on the fact that she had kissed you and touched you in such a way that had you shaking now. "Dani—Daniela I—yeah, I mean yeah I've thought about it in the past, but I respected your relationship and let those thoughts go." You confessed almost under your breath, but she heard you clearly. You being so flustered had her so turned on; she could feel a pulse in her clit slightly.
You saw how her legs clenched together, the feeling of her nails trailing up and down your forearms making you gulp. "And what about now? You still want to? Because I want you to."
The Daniela Avanzini wanted you? She wanted you to have sex with her and with you having the biggest crush on her, your mind was telling you to just do it. "If we do this—what would it mean to you?" You asked, Daniela being in awe with how serious this was to you, "Because I've never hooked up with anyone before. I don't want it to be a one night stand Daniela, I want us to be something if we have sex.”
Daniela stared at you for a moment, finding it adorable with how you were. You were just the type of person who never did one night stands; only sleeping with someone if you had a deep connection with them. At the same time, Daniela is your crush and out of respect for yourself—you didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. She was so close to you and the fact that she was touching you, kissing you, had you hardening in your pants.
“We could be something,” she murmured, her hands slowly trailing to your shoulders and caressing them, “maybe friends with benefits or something.”
You shook your head, “I’ve never done that either. I just—I can’t do one night stands, Daniela. I just can’t.”
Her finger went to your lips, “shh, we don’t have to. This isn’t about revenge or making you a stress relief. We can start off slow, if you want. If you don’t want anyone to know about this,” she removed her finger and placed a slow and savory kiss to your lips, “I don’t kiss and tell. We can keep it between us, start off slow, and see where this goes. That sounds better?” She asked.
With a hesitant nod you said, “okay. Yeah, okay that’s fine.” You stopped her again before she could kiss you like she planned, "Daniela. I don't really have any protection or anything like that. Also... I don't want you to regret doing this. Just please tell me you won't forget about me tomorrow, after all this."
Aw.
How cute.
You were really serious about this and it shows.
She reached up and took a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to hers until your lips melted perfectly together. Daniela could feel how your lips trembled; letting her bottom lip go over yours which caused you to open your mouth slightly. She instantly slipped her tongue inside, the slight taste of mint mingling with your own saliva as she slid hers firmly across yours.
Your body locked up once she swung a leg over your lap without breaking the kiss. Her free hand went to grab one of yours, taking it and placing it on her ass; your palm instantly going to firmly cup the soft flesh of it. She moaned into your mouth, grounding her hips with yours to feel the obvious bulge straining behind the fabric. Daniela's tongue was everywhere, making you gasp when she sucked harshly on yours.
You placed your other hand on her ass, softly kneading the flesh and helping her grind back and forth against you. You groaned in your throat, a husky sound that had Daniela's hands going down your body and taking a hold of the edges of your shirt. She was so eager for your skin against her very own; you could hear it in the shaky whimpers she let out. You were getting more confident by the minute.
The fact that your crush wanted you so badly and now she's in your lap, grinding against you and devouring your mouth was mind boggling. She held onto the hem of your shirt, balling the fabric up in her hands as she stopped so she could continue making out with you. The kiss was so sloppy, her tongue and yours causing saliva to slip around your mouths the more and more she took control over you.
It was almost overwhelming, and Daniela made sure to grind her hips extra slowly and filthy against your cock. She could feel you throb and twitch with every movement, her hips delivering a filthy circle that made your body jerk. She smiled against you before she pulled away, seeing your face as your breathing came out labored. Yours and her lips were overly wet, and her biting her bottom lip was so sexy.
Her eyes were hooded over, hazy and lustful. She sighed approvingly, "____, don't freak out too much. I'm on the pill, baby," she reassured you, her hand going to your cheek to caress the skin there, "I don't do one night stands either, so I won't forget you." She slid off your lap slowly, letting one of hands go to yours as she pulled you up, "Come on. Take me to bed, amor."
You were more nervous now that this was happening, but you slowly guided her to your bedroom that was dimly lit by a illuminated lava lamp. Your hand went to turn the light on, but Daniela stopped you, causing you to turn to her only to see the most sexy smirk ever. “Don’t. The red sets the mood, come on.” She muttered, not even giving you the chance before she had you backing up to your bed.
You stood near the edge once she released you to go to the skimpy top she had on, her fingers gracing it before she pulled it off so slowly. You couldn’t look away and she loved that, hearing your breath hitch from where she stood. She was wearing a dark strapless bra that shaped her breasts almost too well and when she tossed the top to the side, Daniela grasped the edges of her skirt in such a teasing way.
She shimmied her way out of the skirt, her panties matching her bra so beautifully. You shuddered at the sight. She eyed you so intently, not bothering to remove anymore fabric until she gestured to you with a wave of her finger, ordering you to come over. When you hesitated, she could only chuckle, “don’t be shy, baby. Come here.” Her voice affected you so heavily.
Your entire body felt so heavy but you moved anyway, not quite sure what to do when you got in front of her. She was way too beautiful; such a goddess that somehow took an attraction to you even when your looks wasn’t what she’d typically go for. But she knew what to do for you, letting her hands reach out and grab a hold of the edge of your shirt; watching your face for any discomfort.
But you weren’t afraid. You were just nervous. It wasn’t your first time at all but with your crush of so long, you jest wanted to be perfect for her. Her hands slowly pulled the fabric up and over your head, discarding the shirt and tossing it to the side. “Daniela—you’re so beautiful…” She only smiled at you before her hand spread across your chest to push you back until the back of your knees hit the bed.
Daniela took a hold of your chin; letting her manicured nails graze the sides of your face before she pulled you into a deep and slow kiss. It was almost too sensual that you completely forgot how you ended up here. When she pulled away, she stared you deeply in the eyes; not once letting you think she didn’t want this. “Call me Dani, baby. Enough with the Daniela.” She muttered to you.
Her hands went to your shoulders before trailing towards your collar bones, tracing them and skimming over to your abdomen. She let her fingers caress the skin there, letting her touch rake a shiver throughout your body. “Dani…” you whispered, causing her to smile down at you. Your eyes were still full of disbelief, and she could tell by the way your hands shook slightly in your lap.
“Relax, ____,” her voice came out soft, just before she titled her head towards your headboard, “on your back, up there.” You slid back almost too quickly, hearing the chuckle from Daniela before she stopped you briefly; her hands on your pants to pull them down as you slid up the bed. She stared at your underwear once she got your pants off, seeing the obvious huge bulge in them. “Fuck…” She sighed.
Once you were settled against the headboard, you watched her reach for the back of her bra and unclasp it. Your breathing got even more labored seeing her practically naked—basically nude completely. All she had on was her underwear that clung snuggly against her lower regions. She pressed one knee into your bed, her hands following as she crawled up to you in such a predatory way.
Daniela didn’t waste any time before she climbed back over top of you, settling down in your lap and making sure she pressed her covered pussy against your covered cock. She shuddered once she settled on top of you, your eyes closing briefly to try and relax yourself. But she wasn’t having that; her hand going to your hair and craning your neck up to expose the left side of your throat.
You winced slightly, “I like rough and slow sex, ____,” she leaned forward to your ear and placed a kiss against the space underneath it, “and I really like to dominate. I’ve never done it before but you’ll let me right, baby? Say you’ll let me.” You’ve never really been dominated before, always being a sweet and gentlewoman when it came to sex. You only nodded frantically, causing Daniela’s grip to tighten in your hair, “no baby, I want to hear you say it.”
You swallowed thickly, “ye—yeah, Dani. I’ll let you dominate me…” your voice trailed off slightly, trying your hardest to hold onto the little composure you had left.
She smiled into your neck, “good girl,” she purred, her hand letting go of your hair before she took a hold of both of your hands and placed them on her bare ass. It felt so much more soft, so delicate and comforting. “I also like to be called Mommy. Think you can call me that, amor? I want to hear you say that too.”
Her hand snaked up to your throat, not squeezing but tight enough to let you know she was here. You whimpered, “yes I can—Mommy.” You stuttered it out shakily, but she was satisfied with that.
Daniela let go of your throat before she raised her hips just slightly, her eyes being on yours before they trailed down lower. You watched her gaze, following once you felt her hand go over your bulge. She didn’t tease you at all, pulling the fabric up and over your cock, her mouth practically watering as she watched it bob up and against your stomach; a little bit of pre cum flicking from the movement.
She took a hold of it, slowly stroking you from base to tip and smiling as she heard the harsh breath you let out. She held you tightly for a moment so she could reach underneath herself and hook a finger in the band of her panties. She pulled the fabric aside, your eyes watching the way her slick stuck to the panties. Her clit peaked out from between her lips, showing just how aroused she was.
Daniela took a second once she realized just how big you were. Thick and long in all the right places that could hit every spot she needed it to. You watched her intently, the Latina pushing your tip flush with her clit to rub it tenderly. Her eyes closed briefly, a soft sigh leaving her the more she rubbed you against her. She was using her juices to slick your cock up, dragging it nice and slow until it pressed against her entrance.
This was really happening, and you knew you couldn't back out.
You didn't want to.
With a precise angel of your cock, Daniela guided you gently into her drenched pussy that clenched as you entered. She gasped softly, only now realizing just how much you were turning her on. She removed her hand once the tip was firm inside of her, your hands squeezing tightly onto her plush ass; your eyes shutting closed. In an instant, Daniela's hand grabbed harshly at your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.
"No baby," she cooed with a shake of her head, "keep those eyes on Mommy, understand?" You couldn't even reply as she quickly took you in completely. It burned so perfectly for her, the stretch being so delightful that it had her clenching down on you. Your breathing was ragged, Daniela's eyes taking in your face; watching you clearly struggling with how tightly her walls were gripping onto your cock.
She smiled at the way your lip quivered, not wasting another second before she lifted her hips slowly only to drop down with such deadly vigor. You practically cried out, Daniela moaning before she set a steady and deep pace. Her ass made a filthy pap sound every time she dropped down onto your cock. You wanted to stare at her, but your eyes trailed towards the way your cock opened her up.
It was stretching her so well, and by the way she moaned on top of you confirmed that. Her hand went to your collarbone before she trailed it to your throat, snaking around the back and taking a gentle hold of your hair. Daniela angled your head up to meet her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, her hair hanging so beautifully. She took you in so slowly, flushing her hips with yours to circle her hips so deep and slowly.
Your hands transitioned from her ass and to her hips. You helped guide her movements, "fuck, Mommy..." your voice whimpered, your hips staring to rut up into hers. Her hold in your hair tightened, the feel of her pulling your face close to hers before she pressed her lips deeply into yours. She moaned at the taste of you, one of your arms encircling around her back to hold her almost impossibly closer.
She took the position as a sign to fuck herself onto you harder, her walls delicately dragging every thick vein your cock possessed. She made sure to purposely clench around you every time, your balls being flush with her ass every time she dragged her hips back and forth. Daniela's tongue fought hard with yours; though you were losing big time with the way your cock was already oversentive.
You could feel the way thick globs of precum foamed at your tip but getting lost in the slick Daniela produced. It was the most sensual, slow, and deep moment of intimacy you've ever had. Daniela took you harshly but gently at the same time; and the pace she sent was so foreign and deep that she managed to have her clit rubbing against your pelvis. You touched her everywhere, almost getting completely lost in the feeling.
Daniela's tongue slipped from your mouth, the Latina pulling away with a loud moan of your name. She wrapped her arms around your neck and placed her head in the crook of it. You shivered at the feeling of her lips attaching to the skin there, Daniela instantly suctioning them on a section of your skin. Your hips faltered at the feeling, but it only caused her to slam down harder with the loudest imapact.
"Fuck, mommy..."
"Feels good baby?" She laughed softly into your throat, smiling against it when she heard you struggling to answer her. She went to bouncing on your cock, making sure to only leave an inch between you so you could feel the way her walls tugged you deeper into her. You wrapped both of your arms around her, Daniela whimpering softly at the feeling of being held. You were so gentle even when being dominated.
Your hands were holding onto her tightly, the grip letting her know just how close you were. She pulled off of your throat with a lewd pop, a string of saliva breaking off when she pulled back completely. Daniela placed both hands on your shoulders; her eyes being transfixed on your face. Your mouth hung open slightly, the feeling of her pussy contracting with every bounce almost being too much.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She smuggly asked.
You nodded your head frantically, "yes Mommy, fuck... so close baby," she left one hand on your shoulder, the other going to your throat to squeeze lightly. Her hips grounded with yours, moving them in fast yet deep circles that had your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. She enjoyed watching you practically break underneath her. Her hold on your throat tightened, her thumb pressing against the fresh hickey she marked in your neck.
"I bet you are close baby," she could feel the twitch of your cock every time she dragged her hips forward into yours. You shuddered, your grip around her body tightening. Your eyes shut tightly but this time she didn't mind it. Daniela loved the way your cock stirred her insides, the thick tip pounding into the deepest parts of her. It rubbed against her cervix just right, the sensation causing her eyes to roll.
You whimpered against her, "look at you, ____," she moaned deeply, her hips picking up the pace to usher you there faster, "fuck, you fill me up so well baby." Daniela's voice came out very shaky, "you love this pussy don't you, amor?" Your whimpering told her all she needed to know, and she was in awe watching your fucked out expression. Her hold on your throat only tightened the closer you got to your end.
Your hands dropped down to her ass to rut yourself inside her, "yes baby, fuck!" Daniela shouted into the air, your hips going to pound up into her. You were right there and Daniela fucked herself down onto your cock when you fucked up into her. Her hand cut off your airflow, making your hips cease again whilst she plummeted onto your cock. "Come on baby, fucking cum inside me—fuck! Come on baby, shit!"
Her begging voice was all you needed before you felt that thick and euphoric surge of cum shoot against her cervix. Daniela released your throat and pulled you flush against her chest, "fu—fuck, Dani..." She dragged her hips harshly against your own, over intensifying and prolonging your orgasm. Daniela's hands went to your back, scrapping at the skin to mark it up in a deep red from breaking the skin.
She held you close to her, making sure her hips continued their onslaught to have you whimpering beautifully underneath her. She pulled you back and pressed your back against the headboard, making sure her grinds were harsh and deliberate so she could watch you twitch. “There you go baby, fuck you’re so sexy.” She loved watching your body jerk, your eyes being unable to stay open now.
Daniela slowed just a bit so she could ask, “can you go again? Gotta make me cum if you want me to keep talking to you.” Your breath hitched before your eyes opened, Daniela smirking at you before she decided to lift herself off of you so suddenly. The lost of connectivity made you let out a husky groan, watching how she got onto hands and knees before you. She wiggled her ass at you and turned her head, “come fuck me. Make it hurt too.”
You were still sensitive but you sat up and took a hold of your cock, it only being semi hard now. You stroked it and took one of her ass cheeks in your hand, kneading it slowly before you angled your tip to her anticipating hole. She arched her back for you, sighing satisfactorily once you settled into her; instantly flushing your hips with her. You leaned over her, your breath fanning the nape of her neck just before she moved her hair out of the way.
It was so sensual once you drew your hips back, slowly pushing back in so she could feel every inch. Daniela pushed back against you, meeting your slow thrust that had her mind hazy. Your chest was pressed firmly against her back; the Latina biting her bottom lip at the feeling of you hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your body caged hers in, your hands going over top of hers.
Fuck.
You didn’t know what you were doing to her.
Your fingers lacing with her had her on the edge already.
You pushed in deeply once, Daniela’s body jerking forward at the deep press it sent. You held yourself there, lowering your head to her neck before you started peppering her in kisses. Her pussy was so tight around you, the wetness feeling like it was trying to push you out yet her walls continuously sucked you in. The feeling was everything and you wanted her to come. Badly.
You flushed your hips with her and thrusted the blunt head of your cock against that spongy spot inside her. That feeling made her fall over onto her chest, looking as if she was trying to squirm away from you. Her body was pressed into the mattress and you followed her, “____! Fuck—fuck you’re—it feels so good, baby—fuuuck!” Your hips were flush with her ass, pulling out just a little to thrust in harshly.
Her ass shook every time you plunged inside of her, a nice ripple being the result of that. Your grip on her hands stayed firm to keep her in place, you deciding that you wanted to pick up the pace and fuck her properly. Daniela’s back arched deeply, giving you a better angle to smother her cervix with an onslaught of heavy thrusts.
Her eyes were sealed shut, that dominance she had earlier completely going away and submitting completely to you. Never did you think you’d have your crush underneath you like this, begging for you and moaning out your name like a symphony. You drove your hips into her faster, pitching a slightly different angle so your balls could impact her clit.
Daniela’s body shook with every thrust, never having felt like this with any one in her life. You hit her spot every time with no fail and you loved the sight of her scrunched up face when you pounded into her. “Daniela,” you moaned, only whimpers leaving her, “you feel so good, baby. Fuck—I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Your voice alone was driving her insane, and you could tell by the way she tightened.
You weren’t cocky, you were genuine with it all and it showed extremely well. You grounded your hips with her, letting your balls massage against her clit to give her that stimulation she needed. The thick wet sounds your cock made inside her pussy was music to your ears, alongside the sight of her squirming against your thick cock. Fuck—this was everything you needed. Everything.
You released her hands and took a hold of her hips, pulling her against you when you fucked down into her. She scrambled against your mattress, one hand reaching back to hold onto you. Instead, you grabbed it and placed it firmly against her back so you could keep the momentum going. You were close again already too, and you wanted to orgasm with her.
With the way her walls spasmed violently around you, you knew she was extremely close. Your eyes shut to bask in the feeling, “fuck you’re gonna make me cum—baby oh fuck!” Your hips slammed into her now, ramming right into her g spot that tried sucking you into her deeper. You removed your hand from her hip and leaned over her, also releasing her hand that gripped the bed tightly.
Your chest pressed firmly against her back, your hips fucking upward into her. Daniela let out a broken moan that was mixed with a sob, feeling your arms wrap around her so you could slowly thrust as deep as you could over and over again. Her body started to shake, her mouth hung open in a silent scream before her entire body locked up against yours.
“Fu—fuck!” Her voice reached a pitch you didn’t think it could, your hips stopping just for a second only to continue when she shakily reached back and grabbed the side of your hip to keep you going. “Please baby, don’t stop—fuck…” You didn’t want to overwhelm her too much but you made sure she felt everything she needed completely.
You were right there too and she knew that. She overlooked her overstimulation and started throwing herself back on your cock; your body halting to let her do so. You shook against her, feeling yourself being pulled into another wave of pleasure that made your grip around her tighten. Only then did you thrust lightly into her, a few deep and jerky movements accompanied by labored breathing.
Daniela helped you move against her, “you’re so beautiful Dani, Mommy—shit,” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you shook.
She didn’t want this to end but at the same time, she couldn’t be here all night. She had never had an orgasm from penetration alone and the fact that you were able to do it so effortlessly has her hooked. Not only that, but she has never been held so sensually during moments like that. She hoped she wasn’t falling for you because that would be too soon.
Way too soon.
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You woke up with a throbbing headache, wincing at the sight of the sunlight beaming through your blinds. It was very early and that alone let you know you had a very long night—a night that you almost forgot completely. Reaching to both sides of you, you didn’t feel Daniela’s presence there. You finally opened your eyes; sighing at the sight.
She left.
But why?
Apparently it was too good to be true and for you, that was one of the most amazing nights of physical intimacy you’ve had. It was a shame that she didn’t feel the same way because it meant everything to you. Unfortunately though, you were just a victim of a one night stand. You hated the thought of a one night stand, especially from your crush.
At least—you thought.
Your phone buzzed on your night stand. You turned it on to see what it was, a message.
“Unknown Number: Maybe Daniela Avanzini”
You quickly grabbed your phone and opened it, never having put a password on it because you didn’t find it necessary. You smiled once you opened the message because maybe—just maybe, you weren’t just a one night stand. Not even just maybe, you definitely weren’t a one night stand and Daniela definitely let you know that.
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Authors Note — okay so this may have been a little rushed at the end, but I had to get a story out lol. Hopefully it was enjoyable, sorry to the person who requested it like a month ago lmao but hopefully you liked it! I love y’all and I have a Manon story that’s almost done so hopefully I do that tomorrow! Have a great day twins!
pairings: city girl!daniela avanzini x country!gp!reader
tags: smut, dry humping, handjob, r is strong(ish), inexperienced r, kinda bratty dani
a/n: this is my first fic in so long, and also the longest one i've ever written! not proofread, so sry for mistakes! also my first time writing gp
it was the last semester of senior year, and daniela had already gotten in to her dream college, so she had nothing to worry about.
as one of the popular girls of her school, part of a clique called the kats, she was anything but well behaved.
she’d been careful, of course, always respectful and polite to her teachers to ensure she got the highest grades, but when school got out, she was a different story.
daniela and her friends had thrown a party at her house, or better yet, her mansion, while her parents were out of town. they all got drunk and wiped out in the living room, and unfortunately were still there by the time her parents got home.
broken bottles, abandoned cups, random socks, and even a few condom wrappers littered the grounds of her house, both inside and out.
to say her parents were furious was an understatement. she gets into trouble a lot, usually always related to drinking or breaking curfew, but this time her father had enough.
so that’s how, on her first day of summer break, she wound up waking at 5 in the morning to make the long drive out to the country side to go stay with her father’s best friend and his family.
she had met the man, mr. l/n, when she was a little kid, and she faintly remembered him having a kid around her age, not that she could remember anything more than that.
“daniela, when we get there, you must show mr. l/n respect, ok?” her father said, stern, his hands gripping the wheel of his bmw suv tightly.
“but dad—“ she started to protest before he cut her off.
“ah, ah, ah. i don’t wanna hear it, young lady, you’re lucky enough that your mother and i aren’t sending you to military school. or something” before he could lecture her any farther, he was turning the truck down a worn gravel road.
dust flew up with each slow movement of his tires, and he’d definitely have to get it cleaned to get the dirt now clinging to his shiny black paint job off.
“but dad—“ you started, to which you were promptly cut off.
“look, it ain’t your fault she’s coming here, ok? but i told mr. avanzini we’d take care of his daughter”
“but don’t you remember, when we were kids, she used to take my hat and throw it in the dirt just ‘cause i called her pretty?” you tried to remind your father, now somewhat scared to meet this girl you hadn’t seen since you were about 9 years old.
he chuckled, patted your back, and looked out the window. “they’re here, best be polite to ‘em, you hear me?”
“yes dad”
the two of you walked out front of the country house. it was two stories and white with pale blue shutters around each window, the paint fresh since you had redone it about 3 months ago, simply because you were bored. you step onto the wraparound wooden porch with a soft thud of your boots, making your way to the top of the gravel driveway just in time to see a fancy car pull in.
you take your hat off out of respect, and the moment that door swings open, your hat falls to the ground.
you had been expecting some mean looking girl with frizzy curls and a bright red dress, because that’s exactly what she looked like last time she met you.
what you weren’t expecting was…. this.
daniela stepped out of the car, each curl meticulously coiled and laid upon her shoulders in a way that looked effortless but must’ve taken hours.
she had dressed for the occasion, or at least had tried to— she wore designer knee high boots, the smallest light wash jean shorts you’ve ever seen, and a white baby tee that barely covered her chest, something written on it in red rhinestones.
she pulled her sunglasses off, placing them on top of her head as she looked around. you took her in, noticing how tall the heel of her boots were, meaning she’s probably a lot shorter than you are even with her shoes on.
you didn’t have long to look at her before you were snapped back to reality by her scoff, reminding you to pick up your fallen hat.
“dad, this is funny, i get it, i fucked up, lets go home now” she said, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke.
her father stayed silent, walking around the trunk of the car and opening it to pull out her louis vuitton suitcases.
“daniela, come help with these”
she walked over, each step planned and perfect, her head held high. by the time he had helped her bring her luggage to the porch, with the exception of the one small duffel she was holding, you were being engulfed in a bear hug.
you pat mr. avanzini’s back awkwardly as he yammered on about how much you’ve grown up, and then luckily, his attention shifted to your father and they were already walking off to go have a look around.
you watched them head off until you felt something being pressed into your chest.
you looked forwards and saw daniela giving you her duffel bag, letting go the moment your arms reached to steady it.
“don’t drop it” was the only thing she said before walking into your house, the heels of her fancy boots clicking on the wooden floors.
you stand there, dumfounded and holding her bag, which was way heavier than it looked.
after a few paces she turns back to you, rolls her eyes, and says “are you gonna show me around or what? cmon farm girl, i don’t have all day”
the next morning, she comes down around noon when you’re already having your lunch, your boots dusty from the horses.
her curls fall over her shoulders in ringlets, messy but somehow still perfect. she was in a white tank top that made it obvious she had no bra on under and a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered her ass.
you do what you can to restrain yourself from looking, trying to stop the blood from rushing straight down to your dick as you look at your plate, which is empty apart from the crumbs.
“i was hoping you’d be up soon” you say with a smile, trying your best to treat her kindly because, at the end of the day, she was gonna be here. for a while.
“the horses are about ready, if you’d like to go for a ride” you tell her, standing to wash your plate off in the sink.
she scoffs, a sound you’ve become familiar with in the past 24 hours. “isn’t there anything better to do around here? like a mall or something?”
“the closest mall is about an hour away… and it’s more of a… collection of stores along the side of the road” you answer.
she groans in annoyance, sitting down in one of the chairs at the dining table.
“if you wanna get dressed, i was serious about taking you out with the horses” you offer again, a part of you hoping she’d say yes.
“absolutely” daniela says, smiling in a way that’s too good to be true.
“really?” you say, face lighting up in excitement
“yeah, when hell freezes over!” she says in that same cheery voice with the fake smile before grabbing her phone and heading back up the stairs.
it takes her about a week to finally give in.
you were outside, brushing the sides of your favorite horse. he was brown with white around her hooves, and a light colored mane and tail. you had just finished doing the other 3 horses, so you were sweating and your boots were already dirty.
you were in some old white t shirt that was a lot closer to being cream now, and a pair of dark wash jeans that were tattered at the ends, a red worn baseball hat on top of your head.
your father had announced he was going into town for the day and would be back tomorrow, something about one of his friends visiting, so the house was empty and daniela was bored.
she walked in, wearing a pair of flare jeans with a flannel top that was tied in the middle of her chest over a white crop top, and announced herself with a simple “god, it stinks in here”
“that would be the horse shit” you answer, not taking your eyes off the brush or bothering to turn and see her, assuming she was here to bother or tease you like usual.
“how do you even ride one of those?” daniela asks with a scoff, trying to sound less interested than she is.
“why, you interested?”
you smiled, finally turning to see her, your eyes raking up and down her body subconsciously.
she leaned back against the stall door, the fabric over her chest stretching tighter, and she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t checking you out either.
the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed dryly from just the sight of her, a reaction she was used to from the people she interacted with at school but somehow felt different coming from you. the way your hands were splayed over the brush, the sleeves on your arm clinging to the muscle there, the sweat dripping off your temple…
“it can’t be that hard, can it?” she finally said when she was done looking you over.
“i can teach you” you say, genuinely getting excited again though mentally preparing yourself to get shot down like usual.
“ok”
“look, i know you think horses are— wait, what?” you say, freezing and nearly dropping the brush.
“i said ok, it’s not like i just told you that you won the lottery or something, relax” she rolls her eyes and starts walking to you behind the horse.
“woah, woah, woah! rule one, never do that!” you say, quickly pulling her away from the back so that she doesn’t get kicked.
you guide the horse out of the stall, hitching it to the post outside the barn as you lay the saddle pad and then the actual saddle.
you grab the stool from the corner of the room and position it next to the side of the horse, offering her your hand that wasn’t holding the horse.
she reluctantly steps forwards, putting her hand in yours as she steps up the stool. her mind goes fuzzy for a moment, thinking about nothing other than the way your hand felt against hers— large and calloused and warm— until she’s snapped out of it by you saying “you have to take another step to get on the horse”
by the time she’s finally on, you undo the tie and kick the stool aside, swinging yourself onto the horse effortlessly, sitting behind her. you have the reins in your hands, making your arms brush against her sides with each adjustment you guide the horse to do.
the horse starts moving, faster than daniela had anticipated, causing her to lean back into you without meaning to.
she tries to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach as you go, attempting to focus on the dirt on your arms instead, but her mind keeps drifting to the fact that she actually likes the feeling of you close to her like this.
you lead the horse through the trees that start at the edge of your fields, and she hates the way her hands rest over your forearms, tightening every time the horse jolts or steps on a rock.
after about what felt like an eternity for her but was really 20 minutes, you reach a small river and stop for the horse to drink.
you dismount, then help her off and tie him to a tree. you kneel next to the river, dipping your hands in and bringing some to your face to wash off the sweat, sighing in relief of the cool water.
“cmhere” you say with a small laugh, head turning to face her.
“absolutely not” she says, though she can’t fight the smile tugging onto the corners of her lips.
“it feels good, i promise” you say, smiling, and using one of the rocks for leverage to stand.
you offer her your hand, and just as she’s about to take it, you slip.
it happens so quickly, the fall, the splash, your cry of pain.
and just as fast as it happened, she’s running over. daniela forgets her nice clothes and the fact that she’s supposed to hate you and steps into the edge of the river.
you start righting your body, but it’s clear you’re in pain, your hand clutching your wrist.
she reaches for you, her small hands finding their way to your waist in an attempt to steady you. “y/n, are you ok?” she says, helping you out of the water, her voice distressed as she guides you to sit on the ground underneath a tree.
you wince before saying “i’m fine, promise”
“don’t lie to me, i can see you’re in pain” she says, crossing her arms as she kneels next to you. her voice softens before she adds “please, let me help”
your eyes meet hers and see something you’ve never seen before— gentleness and care, and you almost can’t believe that daniela actually cares about you. you give her your hand, and she holds it tenderly, and still you hiss with pain.
“i can still ride, let’s just” another wince “let’s just get home, ok? we can take care of it there”
the moment you two step in the house, she drags you up to your bedroom and pushes you gently by the shoulders to sit on the edge of your bed.
you don’t protest, too dazed from the way she’s handling you to care.
she comes back with a wrap from the first aid box you keep in the kitchen and begins wrapping it from the base of your wrist up your hand and back down, fastening it with a pin.
“do you think it’s broken or something?” she asks, standing between your legs as you stay seated.
“no, it just feels sprained” you pause, flexing your wrist and then immediately wince at the action, regretting your movements “pretty badly though”
“you ok?” she asks, softer than before.
“mhm” you say, eyes fighting to stay on your hand instead of her.
she tilts your chin to force you to look at her, not hard, but enough that you understand she’s serious.
“look at me” her nails press into your jaw, not intentionally or painfully, but you feel it. “why are you being so weird?” she mumbles, eyes searching yours.
you swallow as she stares at you, trying to will all the blood in your body to stop from rushing straight downwards, but it’s no use.
her eyes follow the column of your throat as you swallow and continue downwards until they land on the crotch of your jeans.
“oh” she whispers, a smile forming on her face, but it’s not like the ones you’ve seen before— the ones that signal her about to cause trouble or do something, this is a genuine one.
daniela’s hand moves to fully cup your cheek now, her other one resting on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes once more.
your face is red now, the heat creeping from the tips of your ears down your neck.
“is that from me?” she whispers, her voice lower with something that you can’t seem to understand— desire?
you look away from her eyes but nod, blushing even more if that was possible.
she turns your face back to her “i thought i made it clear i wanted you to look at me”
your eyes meet hers once more and she notices the way you look at her. she had always assumed it was just physical attraction, like the way everyone else used to look at her, but she sees genuine care in you.
she moves both her hands to your shoulders and then straddles you, her pristine jeans brushing against your dirty ones, and your brain short circuits, hands hovering in the air awkwardly.
her fingers move to play with the hair at the nape of your neck as she leans in, breath fanning across your lips as she whispers “you’ve never done this before, have you?
you shake your head no.
she uses one hand to guide yours to her waist, and you wince as your sprained wrist touches her skin.
“shit, i forgot, are you ok?” she says, snapped out of her mood and now worried about you.
“i’m fine” you say softly, hands resting on her waist fully now, even though it hurts a little bit.
“if you’re hurt, we don’t have to—“ she starts, then cuts herself off mid sentence “oh my god, how did i forget? god, your hand, i—“
“dani” you say softly, and your voice brings her out of her ramble “i’m fine, i promise”
you tentatively rest your forehead against hers “i’m ok” you whisper.
your eyes are shut, and you’re so close she can feel each breath and beat of your heart. before she can overthink it, she presses a featherlight kiss to your lips.
you don’t move your lips, unsure what to do, but your fingers curl into her skin.
she keeps her lips pressed against yours, soft and still, until you pull her closer by the waist.
daniela’s hands tangle in your hair as she starts to move her lips against yours, and you clumsily reciprocate.
if she wasn’t so insanely attracted to you, not just in this moment but in general, mixed with the way she cares about you, she’d probably stop you and correct your technique, but she couldn’t care less in this moment.
she licks your bottom lip, then gently moves her tongue into your mouth. you let out a low groan at the feeling and pull her impossibly closer, her clothed core pressing against the buckle of your belt.
she pulls away, gasping for air.
“was i… did i do it right?” you whisper, breathless and holding her close.
“fuck, you--" she takes a deep breath, trying to act like the consistent pressure of you holding her onto your belt buckle without meaning to combined with the feeling of you hard underneath her isn’t driving her crazy.
“dani?” you say softly, releasing your grip a bit as you start to worry.
“just kiss me” she mumbles, kissing her again as she presses closer, trying to signal you to hold her tighter again.
somehow her signal gets through to you, and you hold her close.
she grinds down onto you, and both of you moan at the sensation. she keeps rubbing herself over your buckle, the metal pressing up against her clit through her jeans.
you forget the sprained wrist you have and gently help her move on you, your strength making it almost effortless. she relaxes into your touch, trusting you fully as your tongue explores her mouth with inexperience.
she feels a little guilty, knowing she should be taking care of you, but lets you continue, knowing how pent up she’s been since she got here over a week ago.
you’re stronger than you think you are, so you’re pulling her onto the belt with so much pressure it makes her dizzy in the best way possible.
after a few more of these movements, her thighs start to shake and she grips your shoulders, breaking the kiss.
“don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she moans against your lips, head falling back as she trusts you to make her feel good.
you’re eager to please her, so you follow her words and don’t stop, until she cries out, body tensing, and she cums in her pants.
her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks as she grips you like her life depends on it.
she falls limp in your arms, and you release your hold on her waist, wrapping your arms around her instead to hug her.
you ignore the wetness seeping through her jeans onto yours, holding her close and gently stroking her back as she calms down.
once she’s stable enough, she pulls her head back a bit to look at you. you’re sweating a bit, cheeks flushed, a small but proud smile on your lips.
she can’t resist you, pressing another kiss to your lips simply because she can. “you’re cute, you know that?” she whispers, fingers tracing your chest.
you nuzzle into her neck, holding her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of it.
her hand trails down your chest to your stomach to rest at the top of your jeans.
“you don’t have to” you whisper, nuzzling closer. “i know you’re tired”
“i want to” she replies, kissing the top of your head “can i?”
“yeah” you mumble into her neck.
her fingers gently unbuckle your belt, then undo the button of your jeans, and then the zipper.
“lift your hips” she says gently, and you do, helping her get your pants down to your ankles, leaving you in your boxers.
she kisses you, softly this time, and her hands toy with the hem of your shirt before tugging on it, silently telling you that she wants it off.
you break the kiss, pulling it over your head. her lips attach to yours again as her nails gently scrape down your hard stomach, and one of your hands gently moves to her shirt.
“can i?” you whisper, and she nods, pulling back.
she takes the flannel off first and then the crop top, leaving her in a lacy white bra that contrasts with her tanned skin. your breath hitches, and you gently bring one hand up. she nods at you for consent, and your hand cups her boob tentatively.
“that’s it, baby” she murmurs, pressing her lips to yours again before pulling your boxers down enough to free your length.
her hand wraps around the base, slowly pumping it once. you let out a low groan, head immediately dropping to rest on her shoulder as she strokes you.
you squeeze her hip with one hand, the other still on her boob. you try to adjust to the feeling of a hand other than your own on your length as she pumps a few more times, thumb moving to spread the precum that’s leaking out of your slit.
“you’re bigger than i thought you’d be” she says softly, her other hand in your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “my poor baby doesn’t know what to do with it, huh?” she coos.
you nod weakly, moaning into her shoulder as her thumb presses your slit.
“don’t worry, baby, we have all summer, ok?” she kisses the top of your head as her hand speeds up.
“dani, i’m close” you whisper into her neck, mixed with another groan. the coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you try to hold yourself back, embarrassed to be so close to cumming in such a short amount of time.
“already?” she says, laughing softly. “it’s ok, baby, i like knowing that i affect you this much”
you hide your burning face even more in her shoulder as she feels your cock twitch in her hands.
“you wanna cum, baby? go ahead”
that’s all it takes to push you over the edge you had been teetering on, your vision whiting out at the sides as you groan, low and loud, face pressing into her shoulder as you spill ropes of cum onto her hand and your stomach.
“fuck dani” you groan as she pumps you through it, both hands now on her waist to squeeze as the blissful feeling takes over your body.
she pulls your face out of her neck and presses gentle kisses to your sweaty temple and flushed cheeks.
“thank you” you whisper, repeating it over and over again as you finally come down from your high.
“no need to thank me” she says softly, scratching your scalp softly again, her cum covered hand resting on your thigh.
“how long are you staying with us?” you murmur softly, not letting go of her waist as you hug her close.
“the rest of summer” daniela whispers, and you smile softly, knowing that she’s yours for another month and a half.
♱ yt video; which katseye member are you dating...?
♱ cw; 7th member!au, affectionate!r, no specified age, no specified info, sophia’s one is long and i’m not sorry
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♱ sophia laforteza; [ weverse ] solarzchipn/n post-slime live
“yeah, but you just stood there and took it--honestly, i’ve never seen anybody less bothered by slime dripping from their nose.” lara laughed, a hand tucking a loose strand of hair back into her hoodie. you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave away the faux edge in your annoyance. “you looked fine.”
you were standing behind the couch the three of them sat on. after a brief ten minutes of bickering about who should get to sit, you firmly decided you would stand, so all three would fit.
yoonchae and lara fell into their usual sibling-like rhythm, you felt the air shift back into the usual chaotic energy of a katseye love. you didn’t speak, only watching as the girls fought. the leader sat to the side, scanning flooding comments instead.
user01 “mom and dad watching their kids” ahh live
user02 “mom and dad-” no that’s mommy and daddy
user03 the way i would’ve jumped y/n’s bones the moment she started pulling that dominant mafia boss gf shit
you leant on your hands, hood over your head. like lara, you had opted for a comfortable option in place of one organized by your stylist. you did not feel like sitting in restrictive clothing while slime trickled down your nose, and thank god for it.
just out the corner of your eye, you felt sophia’s relentless fidgeting. she sat one leg crossed over the other, trying to keep the hem of her orange miniskirt from riding up. she pulled a cushion into her lap, her arms laid across it, and her shoulders tense. you watched her just a bit too long--it wasn’t unusual for sophia to be styled in something skimpy, she enjoyed playing into the aesthetic, but the way her knees kept brushing together, the way her fingers tugged at the ends of her skirt, you could tell she was cold. the other two didn’t notice.
whilst lara ranted on about some prank yoonchae had pulled on her, you, wordlessly, began shedding your hoodie. pawing at the hood until you could lousily pull it over your head.
tugging your shirt back down, you leant forward, sleeves in both hands before you looped your arms around her head and lowered the hoodie, draping it across her lap. sophia’s head snapped up at you in surprise, before her hand gloved yours, giving them a tight squeeze. her fingers lingered as yours brushed over the inside of her thigh, setting the cushion down back over her covered lap. slow enough to hitch her breath.
she didn’t thank you verbally, smiling up at you as you mirrored her expression. you whispered something in her ear.
(“if you were cold, you could’ve just said something, babe.”)
not that the fans could hear, the way your lips brushed her ear.
just as you were about to pull back, she grabbed your wrists, holding them just at her chest. you were yanked forward, resting against sophia’s frame as she leant back into your touch. a soft smile tugged at her lips, cheeks tinted pink.
lara and yoonchae bickered on, oblivious to the way sophia was overcame with a giddiness. but the chat wasn’t as heedless.
user04 so y/n’s that kinda gf and sophia’s that kinda gf??
user05 y/n chillll my girlfriend watches your lives
user06 and just like that i’m pregnant and y/n’s the baby’s father (my baby’s father but i call her daddy ykwim)
eventually, sophia let go of your arms, and you resumed your standing behind the younger members. just as yoonchae and lara dragged you into some game of “acting out a slap scene” masterclass, sophia filmed the three of you. you stood over the youngest member, listening to the indian singer’s instructions before striking the air just beside yoonchae’s cheek. paired with lara’s clap and sophia’s godly camerawork, it was a riot.
she set the phone down, leaning over to adjust it before your hand reached beneath her to cup the cut of her top against her chest. one of her hands palmed over yours, her lips pursing to keep the smile on her face from slipping. but it does.
you moved out of her way so she could sit, but her hand gently clutched your wrist, pulling you back hesitantly.
“mahal, you sit. you’ve been standing for half an hour.”
user07 mahal?? oh i’d give her a coffee that’s extra creamy
user08 using my precum as my new skincare product!
user09 her voice when she said that? it did things to me
“you’re offering me your seat?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at yours lips. “no, baby, you stay.”
user10 y/n’s habit of calling ppl baby is gonna her in trouble one day cuz if it were me i’d have bounced on that strap alr
sophia smiled sheepishly, her hand sliding up to grab at your arm. you wouldn’t budge, jerking your arm back just enough to knock her off balance. she plummeted back into the couch, earning a whine from yoonchae when she accidentally hit the side of her head. your hand clasped onto the back of her neck, feeling her tense under your touch. “i said ‘stay’, baby.”
user11 yes whatever you say daddy i mean y/n
user12 guys surprise flash sale! 100% off on all my clothes
user13 y/n unnie take it out it hurts…
“it’s not a suggestion, y/n. sit your ass down.” sophia stated firmly, standing abruptly once again, a hand clutching the cover over her thighs as you let her pull you into where she sat. the back of your knees buckled as they hit the couch.
you were careful not the hit yoonchae with your arm, but the way the filipina spun had her shielding you from view.
she bent slightly, pushing your into the plush cushions when you resisted, but her stance flipped a switch in your head.
your arm circled around her hip, hand immediately palming her skirt so she wouldn’t flash the camera. your grabbed her waist, pulling her down into your lap, a serious look unwavering, and not looking to crack before you made sure she was safe.
sophia landed with a startled giggle, grabbing your shoulders instinctively to steady herself. “y/n--!” she squealed.
you adjusted your hoodie over her thighs, before gently placing the pillow back, your arms circling around her waist like they had done it before. “now i’m sat, and i can keep you warm. it’s a win-win, baby.” you played it off, but the two beside you could not have been more grateful you caught the slip before any footage could have been altered, especially yoonchae.
flustered, sophia’s smile fought to stay composed, her eyes darting to the phone like she was caught in a moment too intimate for show. she cleared her throat, leaning forward to read what the live had to say about this clearly discussion-fuelling moment. it was then you eyed the dip of her top lowering a bit low for comfort, so you pulled her back by her hips, hands cradling them like they were a molded fit.
“careful. don’t give them a show like that for free.”
user14 need to throw it back in her lap cuz it’ll fix me
user15 if yall get a flood warning that’s on me
user16 guys something’s off… oh wait it’s just my clothes lol
her breath hitched, and for a second, she didn’t move. but the next, she melted into you, the tension in her shoulders easing. she leant back into your chest, playing with your fingers.
lara rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “oh my god, they’re clip-farming for edits right now.”
yoonchae laughed, falling back and out of view as lara panned the camera away from the two of you. just before she did, sophia slapped both hands over her face. you just smirked, not rising to the bait, eyeing sophia’s fluster instead.
user17 dream blunt rotation but i’m what’s being passed
user18 had a nightmare about someone chasing me with a knife but then they took off the mask and turns out it was y/n so it was actually a wet dream and not a nightmare
user19 i have two holes and a bed three way let’s go!
“so, manon, there’s always been talk surrounding your performance and commitment in dream academy. do you care to talk about your own experience throughout the project, and how you found your footing among your talented peers?”
you narrowed your eyes, lips soured into a sneer at what the very unprofessional interviewer was implying: that manon was nothing more but a fortunate pawn with no gift.
you watched the tiny, polite smile on the ghanaian woman’s face fall for a split moment before it returned, much more strained, and much harder to miss. she only nodded along to the man’s ruthless questioning droning down on her.
his smile didn’t reach his eyes, you could see. every question dripped with fake charm, thinly veiled jabs, surface level respect that strayed into personal territory.
you were so close to punching his teeth in. so, so close.
“well, i…” she stammered, fingers fidgeting in her lap beside you. though you were seated in the back row, her nervous guise could still be caught if you watched just close enough.
“we’re all very work-oriented people, we can fall into a flow of getting things done pretty easily.” you interceded, not sparing the man your innate disgust at his unprofessionalism. none of the girls were smiling, none of them nodding politely along with his words, but instead just glared. as you spoke, the chill that ran up the man’s spine was indescribable. “especially manon. she can be a perfectionist, but she strikes the best work-life balance among us, and i find that an incredibly difficult line to tread, and she does it perfectly.”
the man faked a cough in attempts to tear through the tension, but when the girls simply stared back with zero amusement, he cleared his throat, glancing down at the question cards.
“okay, now that the group has been active for a while, do you feel secure in your roles as of now? or is there still a sense of competition amongst the members to prove themselves?”
the question was nursed in industry lingo, but the subtext wasn’t as subtle. what the fuck was wrong with this guy?
your eyes shifted towards manon instinctively, sat beside you in silence and engrossed in an upsetting silence. she glanced down at her restless fingers twirling her ring. her lips pressed into a tight line, pointed brows furrowed together. you knew her, and you knew she was trying to make her anxiety.
you caught sophia’s gaze, and she knew exactly what to do when she saw the scowl threatening to crack through your poker face. “growing into a position is a very… diplomatic way of thinking about growth. i’d say we’re more learning in an open space where we’re allowed to grow freely. where we can learn to thrive and breathe at the same time, y’know?”
he glared straight at the ghanaian woman beside you. “and you, manon? ever feel like the pressure is catching up?”
she smiled, the practiced, razor-thin one. “i think every one of us brings something different to the table, there’s no need to compare different stages in different areas. i just focus on doing my part well, and improving best i can.”
you added: “nobody here has anything to prove.”
heads turned at your sudden intrusion, you took advantage of the attention hooked on you. “we don’t owe anybody anything explanation. we earned our place here on dream academy, and we continue to earn it. she’s exactly where she should be.”
the eldest’s eyes met yours; you could tell she didn’t expect that. but she held your gaze just a little too long to be casual.
the interviewer fumbled out a vague, “of course.”
as the interview carried on, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on manon. you found her laying low, unwilling to speak up after the invasive interrogation. she nervously fidgeted the entire time, her smile fading as her eyes carried a melancholy edge. you couldn’t focus on the interview yourself.
you reached out, grabbing her hand. you covered her mic with your free hand, leaning over to whisper, “are you okay?”
she nodded, but the polite smile she gave you didn’t quite reach her eyes, and you felt her breath hitch. your fingers brushed hers in her lap, threading between them.
“you’re doing amazing, baby.” you squeezed her hand.
you didn’t lean too closer, but just enough for your lips to brush her ear. her head dropped to conceal her growing smile.
later, as you left the venue, you and the girls were led towards a tunnel where fans were gathered for photos and autographs. as the others spread out to greet and engage with awaiting fans, you stayed by manon’s side the entire time. by the way she could only give gated responses, you knew she was trying to keep it together. you were hollered at immediately.
“manon! y/n! can you please sign my monster high dolls?”
“manon! speak some spanish for us mexican fans!”
“why don’t you smile more? you’re always so serious!”
the last one wasn’t mean, not outright, but it hit her like it, and you noticed with the way she swallowed thickly and laughed.
she stiffened, reaching out to sign some of the things people were shoving in her face mindlessly. her smile stayed, her eyes glazed over with a dissociative layer, and your stomach churned. she went a little quiet, providing strict responses.
without a word, you moved closer, a hand finding the small of manon’s back as you ushered her along. you grazed the skin just under her top, thumb rubbing circles to soothe her. you turned down disrespectful gestures and personal questions, keeping the poised charm you weren’t afraid to flash. gently, you tugged at her until she was tucked behind you, your arm looped low around her waist. you held her, the other hand waving at and keeping the overwhelming chaos away from her.
“sorry, guys, i wish we can stay long, but it’s been a long day and our staff really wants us to get to our next thing.” you announced, grinning widely at the masses.
contrary to megan, who seemed to be actively escaping.
manon blinked up at you, the panic in her eyes thawing as her finger curled into your palm. the fanfare roared at your intimate stance, snapping videos and pictures of solely the two of you, which earned the attention of the other members.
as the seven of you stood at the very end of the tunnel, waiting for your car to arrive, you stood, hands cradling her cheeks.
your thumb stroked along her cheekbone, other hand resting lightly on her hip. you whispered to her, which the crowd couldn’t quite make out, but your positions were enough to cause a crazier frenzy. her eyes fluttered shut, caressing your wrist before nodding with a small, but genuine, smile.
user01 every time y/n does that thing with her hands and calls one of the katz baby an angel gains its wings
user02 y/n is a soft dom/service top confirmed ted talk over
user03 manon’s better than me cuz i would’ve immediately fell to my knees and started barking like a dog
another day, another vlog to film for the new comeback. it wasn't an unusual occurance, your manager shoving a camera crew down your throat at five in the morning just as you land. being the older members of the group, you and sophia took it upon yourselves to entertain the vlog as the others rest up.
when you landed in korea, the first thing on the itinerary was a rehearsal for the music video shoot the next morning. by the time you got to the practice room, all of you were ready to go.
and unluckily, whilst practicing gabriela in heels, daniela lost balance and landed on her ankle wrong. practice was called.
whilst the others caught up on their rest, you and manon, being the only ones with an ounce of energy still circulating your systems, decided to go live. as daniela showered, the two of you started a weverse stream in their shared room.
“what even is that? what’s a skibidi?” manon tilted her head.
you couldn’t resist laughing, throwing your head back and falling into her bed as she glared back at you in confusion.
“oh my god, this is too good.” you chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just like a meme people like to reference. its called brainrot.”
“brainrot? oh hell no,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “i like to keep my brain fresh and smooth, thank you very much.”
you rainsed an eyebrow. “y’know a smooth brain is bad, right?”
“okay, genius, when did i ask?” she nodded, lips pursed.
just as you were about to retaliate with some smartass quip, the door creaked open--daniela popped in with her dripping hair clipped up, a graphic tee on and some shorts. but there was something off about the way she walked; when she was fully in-view, you caught the faintest wobble whenever she’d land on her left foot. she suppressed a grimace, playing it cool as she smiled and waved in greeting at the live.
manon didn’t notice the slight wince she let out, but you did.
you immediately rose from your seat by manon on the floor, scrambling across the room to steady the girl trying to make her way over. confused, the eldest snapped her head back to see what you were so eager to tend to, but witnessed:
“i’m fine,” the latina hissed, but the way her hand was gripping your arm for dear life said otherwise. “hey, i’m fine!”
“mhm,” you hummed, grabbing her waist. the more she tried to struggle out of your grasp, the more she was shifting weight onto the bad foot. finally, over her stubborn behaviour, you grabbed her by the knees, throwing her over your shoulder as she dangled over your back. she let out a shrill scream, hands pawing at your hips in attempts to wiggle from your grasp.
“oh my god,” manon sighed, a hand cradling her temple.
“y/n! on my god, i’m gonna fall and break my neck--put me down!” her voice turned into a pitched shriek at the end of her whining. “stop! stop! you’re gonna drop me!”
“you weigh six pounds in a weighted vest, dani, stop your bitching.” you scolded, turning around so your back faced the live, which meant daniela, who was propping herself up against your butt. she immediately ducked, tucking her face into your frame as she let out yet another scream. “oh, come on, you look pretty right now. don’t be rude, say ‘hi’.”
user01 if y/n told me to stop bitching i'd just moan in reponse
user02 they way i'd just start eating her ass lol
user03 hybe killed futch y/n ik this woman is a masc on the dl
when she began beating against your back, you chuckled, strolling off-screen to lay her down on her bed with a thud.
manon stayed quiet, a cheeky smirk tugging at her lips. she turned a blind eye to whatever was happening off-camera, scanning the flooding meltdown the chat seemed to be collectively having. you could hear the faintest squeals and whines from the latina, and by the way your feet hung off the bed, it was obvious you were propping yourself over something. single-handedly, it increased your viewers by 50k.
user04 her laugh… my body… it’s like it recognizes her…
user05 nah daniela’s real for that i’d break her back too if she manhandled me like that
user06 the dann/n agenda stands strong these days huh
user07 all twenty fingers and her thick ass strap
user08 sorry i was gone guys had to put my phone in rice
you didn’t return to the live, even though you were the one who insisted on starting one. manon was left to host alone, unfazed by the noises sounding from daniela’s side of the room. her eyes darted past comments targeting the suspicious activity.
“‘manon should’ve went to bed’? yeah, i agree.” the eldest grumbled, slicking back her hair with her brush.
“you’re just salty!” daniela shouted from the other side of the room, propping herself up. you grabbed her jaw, yanking her back down to smother her in your arms. she squealed, burying herself into you as the both of you disappeared in bed.
“do ya’ll see what this house is like when yoonchae’s asleep?”
user09 dann/n dry humping wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card
user10 i just know dani gets pampered like a pillow princess
manon insisted you started a live to end the amusement drought you were suffering from in the hotel room whilst you waited for the delivery to arrive.
you sat behind lara and manon, who bantered back and forth, head between them as daniela tried her best to squeeze her way into frame with her arms wrapped around your neck. it was all light-hearted memes and brainrotted quotes until the only voices left talking were you, manon and daniela’s.
“stop!” lara grimaced abruptly, sneering at the phone.
three pairs of eyes found her, watching her confidence shatter with each passing silent second. but only you instinctively reached out to toy with the ends of her hair, tucking a rogue strand behind her ear before her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your palm and turning into you to shield herself.
“lara?” you muttered softly, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“they keep saying i look like momo.” she groaned into your collarbone, sniffling lightly. your hand found the back of her neck, fingers soothing the tension from her nape. manon and daniela shared a look whilst you comforted the singer. “i keep telling them to stop, but it’s making it worse.”
the look you shot the camera next was uncanny, even the other two didn’t dare speak up before you gestured for manon to pull the phone closer. she does, holding it upright.
“let’s see what you look like, dumbass.” you snarled into the camera, scrolling through the comments before permanently blocking the user spamming negative comments. your jaw tensed, eyebrows furrowed. “if i see one more fucking insult, i’m ending this live. don’t ruin this for everyone.”
lara grabbed your arm, wrapping herself around it before laying her chin on your shoulder. her bottom lip jutted out slightly, shielding herself from the camera behind your frame.
you leant back, letting manon slide forward to read the comments. your hand fell into lara’s lap, palming her inner-thigh. your thumb rubbed circles against her skin, gradually flushing the negative feeling from her body. manon let out her own scoldings, you buried your nose in lara’s jet-black locks. you placed a gentle kiss on her head, light and loving.
she smiled, eyes flickering between your own and the soft smile you hung on your lips. just then, and just for her.
slowly, but gradually, you shifted so she could be onscreen.
you felt her shimmy away from the live, camera-shy, unsure of herself before you gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“no, don’t hide.” you felt a hint of a smile return to her face. you grabbed her chin, affectionately pinching her. “you’re absolutely breathtaking, don't let losers tell you any different.”
her lips quivered, unable to contain the smile on her face.
user01 need her hands on gabriela (it's me i'm gabriela)
user02 "whats your love language" y/n standing up to haters for me and then splitting me in half on her strap
user03 love me a bicon and scissor sister mashup fr
user04 lara's stronger than me we'd break manon's bed
for what seemed to be half an hour, manon made jokes and teased her roommate for little habits she didn’t approve of. whilst you and lara sat to one side, she had practically moved into your lap. you had one hand resting on her stomach, the other toying with her fingers as your hand gloved hers. the soothing gestures seemed to be easing the negativity from her tense shoulders, and she puddled into your touch.
"no, girl, that shit problematic as hell!" manon cackled at the indian singer's hoodie. after a good five minutes of pure hysterics from the four of you, the room was calm once more.
"look who's talking." you joked, wrapping your arms around lara tightly, as if you were shielding her from potential threat. "little miss scandal-lover, herself." if you had been anybody else, manon would've smacked you across the face. she just rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips at your teasing.
"oh yeah? says the group slut?"
"okay, bitch, you tryna go?"
"no, if ya'll fight, then i'll have to get off and i don't wanna..." lara whined. she turned to straddle your lap, arms tightening around your neck as the both of you fell backwards. you let out a small huff at her squeezing the air out your chest, before you began running your hands up and down her back.
"oh my god, you gaywads are doin' too much."
"stop being a homophobe, daniela andrea."
"what! i'm not homophobic!"
user05 istg every live is just the members third wheeling y/n and somebody like
user06 yeah y/n IS the group slut bro can literally come out dating anyone in katseye and nobody would bat an eye
user07 if i had her face card i'd be a slut too ngl
user08 i get her ispiritually cuz f i was surrounded by baddies 24/7 i would too start behaving whorish
♱ megan skiendiel; [ yt ] katseye with a side of slime
you could barely register the loud sound the canon made, before neon-green gunk shot up your sinuses like an unwanted fever. instinctively, you turned away, spitting whatever had shot into your mouth. you heard cheers roar as the cameras zoomed in on your faces to put on the jumbotrons. you loved nothing more.
following sophia's lead, the lot of you waved to the masses, blowing kisses and bidding your goodbyes as the leader guided the rest of you offstage. you stood on the very edge of the group, the last in line, with megan before you. but as you readied to head offstage, slime dripping from your nose, you noticed the hawaiin hadn't moved an inch.
concerned, you quickly turned your back towards the crowd and the cameras, blocking her form view. you brushed the tangled hair from her face, feeling her hands frantically grab at your wrists. she was struggling to open her eyes, and you could tell she was anything but calm.
"mei, close your eyes." you instructed. she followed.
you scraped the slime from your thumbs onto your top, before carefully swiping it from her lids. you pinched the end of her nose, swabbing any gunk there as well.
"you okay? can you open your eyes?"
she let out a strangled hum, the edge of her eyes brimming with green tears as she blinked the rest away.
you slung an arm around her shoulder, tugging her towards backstage. you waved to the restless fans. soothing the concern they had for megan's state.
backstage, your team was already ready to capture the behind the scenes content needed for the next vlog. you see the girls giving their post-sliming interview, drenched head-to-toe in that disgutingly sweet syrup glazed over your features.
carefully, you grabbed a paper towel, handing it to megan. your hand found the small of her back, thumb rubbing circles against her skin in comfort.
"so megan, you really took that slime hit like a champ. i see you were standing directly in front of the canons. how're you feeling?" the interviewer questioned holding the microphone out towards her.
the chinese faked a chuckled, pulling the paper towel back from dabbing her eyes. "really sticky. is this what being a jell-o shot is like?"
as she answered questions, you gently picked the slime from her matte hair. unwilling to pry yourself away from the girl, despite the disgusting feeling of slime sliding between the two of your frames. sophia eyed you, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour, but you couldn't even spare her a passing glance.
"well, i'm glad to see your personal glam artist at work." the woman joked, winking at you.
both of you let out a nervous laugh in response, not expecting her to call you out like that. your hand left the chinese girl's hair.
"more like personal clean-up." sophia chimed.
in the vlog, the girls moved off the carpet after thanking the interviewer, one after another making comments and describing their experience to your camera crew before dispersing. you and megan lingered at the back of the group, as you tried to wring the slime from your skimpy outfit. she shrugged off her mircophone set.
you wagged a finger at the camera, and the cameraman stepped closer to you. you gestured towards megan behind you, whispering, "that was iconic as *bleep*, like, at least i wasn't standing in the splash zone. rookie mistake for a nickelodeon kid."
"hey! i was a disney kid." she hugged you from behind her cheek against yours as you tried to wring free. you whined as she rubbed all the slime on her against you. warm, sticky, and disgusting. keep talking, and we'll see what happens."
she strolled past, tongue sticking out at you.
"holy ungrateful!" you yelled after her, before she disappeared into a trailer. you rolled your eyes playfully at the cameras. "i saved her ass and this is how she repays me? do ya'll see this?" as your manager gestured for you to get cleaned up as well, you sighed to yourself. "well, i could let megan go clean up alone, but she'd probably miss a spot." you raised your eyebrows cheekily, pressing a finger against your lips. "we can't have that for the afterparty now, can we?"
user01 well someone knows her audience
user02 guys they had sesbian lex i was the trailer
user03 only way to come out cleaner and dirtier atst
user04 if u listen closer u can hear me moan
user05 the cameras cut but my imagination didn't
♱ jeong yoonchae; [ weverse ] yoonchip's live english lesson
yoonchae was already practically pressed into your side and melded into the curve of your arm when the fans began flooding into the live. unusual, for somebody as against physical touch as the maknae, but she was almost shameless about it, despite her shy demeanour.
she's clearly trying to answer some english comments whilst you engaged with the chat, but she kept hesitating, cheeks puffing in frustration when she couldn't find the right words.
you eyed her through the camera, watching the way her lips would part, then shut before any sound could come out. you grinned, cooing at the korean's adorable character. your hand found her lap, fingers brushing her knee in encouragement, nodding towards the phone.
user01 chip! what's your favorite childhood memory?
"chip... what is your... favorite... childhood mem--memory?" she recited carefully, stumbling over her pronounciation. she pasued, eyebrows furrowed together, clearly trying to string the sentence toegther, but the words remained sprawled across her mind. she bit her lip in frustration, you chuckled.
"they just want to know one happy memory from when you were little." you made gestures that corresponded to the words you spoke slowly, watching her face light up in recognition.
she started explaining about her grandparent's and her upbringing, you occassionally interjected with words she was trying to scramble together. you onyl watched her confidence in her second language grow, a warm smile ghosting your lips as your hand trailed comforting patterns above her knee.
user02 she's so gentle... hope she's not in bed tho
user03 this is peak wife behaviour none of yall say nothing
user04 need to see her oiled up and wrapped under my tree this chirstmas or santa's catching these hands
user05 yoonchae being so comfortable around her omg
user06 another day another guess which y/n ship is real
"what is that word?" yoonchae asked, her hand slipping to make a smooth, curvey gesture. "slid?"
you leant in, grabbing the hand she was gesturing with. "good try, baby, but try dragging out the note. slide."
she repeated the word and nailed it.
you beamed, hand squeezing her thigh in praise. "see? perfect. you're getting too good at this."
every time she got something right, you gave her little rewards or words of praise--light pats to her thigh, brushing hair behiind her ear or whispering feel-good comments and teasing the shade of pink flushing to her ears.
user07 babe wake up new n/nchip content just dropped
user08 i hate seeing things i can’t have
user09 ur honour y/n has taken yet another hand in marriage
𝒂𝒏; and here she is. thank you for 1.7k guys, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i do writing. more things to come. happy reading ;) xx
sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.
and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.
so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.
one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.
# sophia’s solo live
sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.
without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”
user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT
you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.
she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).
“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.
“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.
“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.
“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”
she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.
her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.
she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.
you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.
user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭
user03 sophia hands where we can see them
user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK
# manon’s solo live
user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??
manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.
”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“
she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.
user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????
user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one
user04 y/n smokes?
between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.
“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”
as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.
“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.
you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.
“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”
“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.
you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.
she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.
“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”
user05 earth to manon
user06 right in front of my salad…
# daniela’s solo live
daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.
“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”
she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.
the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.
you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”
daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.
“damn, mami.”
her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.
user01 IS THAT Y/N???
user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen
user03 y/n looks sooo bf today
she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.
“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.
her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”
you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.
before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.
“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.
user04 get a room PLEASE
user05 i just know they get freaky as hell
user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US
”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”
”need company?”
she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.
“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.
# megan’s solo live
megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.
“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”
she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.
“this is… new.”
“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.
she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.
“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.
user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK
user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO
you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.
“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”
a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.
“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”
you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”
she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.
she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.
user03 my dream necklace 💗
user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless
“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.
the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.
“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.
the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.
user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!
user06 my mein/n heart <3
# lara’s solo live
“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”
lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.
user01 she loves her mascs wbk
user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance
user03 another loss for the fems :(
she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.
she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”
“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.
“oh, word?”
lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.
you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.
lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
user04 HELLO??
user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg
user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…
“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”
you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.
“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.
you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”
you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.
you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.
“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”
that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.
user07 no guys they just have deep friend love
user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????
“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.
“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”
lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.
with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.
user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY
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scene : daniela wants to touch something 'tangible' to buss a nut in. Though you're her best friend she wants you.
content warning : tit sucking , jerking off , g!p daniela , Daniela being a pervert , riding , pet names , creampie , fem reader , dirty talk , kissing , hickeys.
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Daniela groaned her head dropping back onto her pillows as her tv played some random porn video that she clicked on - the first one that showed up on the website. "F-fuck" she pumped her shaft over and over again the pre-cum dripping from her tip all the way down to her "blue balls.
She but down on the bottom of her lip, "It hurts so m'funkin bad.." her gaze drifted from the tv screen to the photo of you and her on her wall. Her dick twitched at the thought of her bending you over —
"no m'huggfuck." she hummed, "she's my best friend." but her hand didn't stop stroking her length. It got faster, her breathing got heavier and she closed her eyes.
— you were on her bed. Completely bent over as she shoved her whole shaft into you, though she stated that shed put
"only the tip in it pretty" she thought of how'd you moan, whimper, whine her name and ask her to give you her 'babies'.
"s-shit yn." her grip became tighter as she went around the tip of her length. "..oh gosh.. yn.. I'm so m'hard tor you right now." She whined, "wish i could just shove this huge cock into those plumb limps of yours." She kept murmuring to herself, completely clueless of your presence at her door.
You stood there shocked, your mouth dropped - she was moaning your name. Not just moaning, she was clearly imagining herself fucking your mouth and pussy. Though you watched in awe as the wet sounds from her hand moving was clearly drawing your attention away from the clear porn video playing on the tv.
You stood silent your own heat becoming wet from the sight. You considered stepping in or making your presence known or even letting her know you were standing at the door or in the same room as her.
Though as soon as you stepped in an item from her dresser dropped, you froze - daniela's movement slowed as she opened her eyes. You froze standing still as you guys eyes locked together.
Her hazel eyes meeting your brown ones.
However, she didn't stop as her hand continued moving over the tip. "oh fuck." she squeezed her length from the base.
"Are you gonna just stand there and watch me jerk my shit off or are you gonna come here and lemme burry my dick into your pretty pink hole.."
You froze at the vulgar language — "what?"
Daniela sighed— clearly enjoying your reaction, "your basically drooling over my cock pretty, do wanna ride it.?" You nodded subconsciously, biting down on your bottom lips.
"C'mon pretty, my dick don't bite, but my teeth do." Daniela smirked, looking at your tits as you walked over to her bed.
“Are those my joggers..?” She nodded towards the grey sweatpants that you were wearing, it was her you technically ‘borrowed’ it from her this morning when she was at work.
You nodded, “I borrowed them this morning— when you left..” you crawled over to her sitting on your knees between her legs on her bed. “..is that okay..?” you asked tilting your head to the side.
But Daniela was too distracted by your boobs as you talked, she was looking at your nipples that looked to be begging to be freed. You poked her shoulder, “my eyes are up here daniela.”
She looked up to you, smirking, “oh i know pretty — but, i don’t care if you wear my clothes.. your boobs are just so..” she sat up and reached out, her thumb rubbing over your nipple. Your breath hitched.
“Arms up pretty..” you followed arms up in the air as Daniela took off your white tank top. Her mouth came agar, “fuck..” you noticed her dick twitched at your boobs, like she was aching for you.
She cupped your right and left boob. “Just perfect for my hands pretty.. — you fit right into my palms..” she shifted her weigh, patting her lap.
You sat in her lap your clothed heat against her naked heat. “Lemme just taste you..” her mouth lowered to your boobs as your head leaned back whimpering.
She sucked like there was something to get out of your boob. Her tongue traced lines all across your nipple taking in the sweetness of your skin. She sucked on your chest her mouth moving to your neck then back down. Leaving a trail of hickeys across your body.
She then pulled away looking up at you.
“Imma fill you up with my fucking babies yea?” She nodded as you guys locked eyes, you nodded in sync. “..yeah..”
She tugged at the sweatpants, you shimmied to take it off and watched as daniela maundered underneath you so that you could fit her inside you. Her thumb grazed your heat, “oh fuck..you already that soaked for me pretty?”
You nodded, she smacked your ass causing you to whine in response. You giggled as she pulled your panties to the side, she grabbed the base of your cock rubbing it up and down your slick sticky folds. “So gushy fuck...”
You whined, “just.. put it in already..” becoming impossibly pathetically impatient by the moment.
She teased your entrance once more, “woah, i gotta savour this moment pretty.. unless you want me to full this pussy up seven times a week, twenty four hours a day for me..” you didn’t even think about what she said but you nodded anyways, at this point you just wanted daniela deep inside you.
She pushed in owning a moan / groan from the both of you. “S-shit.. ooh you tight as fuck ma.. damn.. just be gripping my shit like.. fuck..” her hands reached your waist as she guided you on how to ride her.
You took her all in and you moved back and forth, wet sounds echoing in her room. “ahh..dani..” she continued to guide you as your hands search for her baggy tee shirt gripping the tee. You looked down letting yourself go.
“Thats it baby, work for that cream pie.. m’fuck..” you felt her thrust into you, your pace quickened — chasing that feeling. “Dani.. dani.. m’close..” you leaned into her hold as she thrusted into you.
“Whose pussy does this belong to?” Daniela asked into your ear, her grip on your waist getting tighter and the skin slapping getting louder.
“Y-yours dani.. all m’yours..” you clenched harder, sucking her straight back in.
She whined, “oh I’m so fucking close, lemme nut in ya, yeah?” Your brain was so foggy you couldn’t recognise what she was asking so you. “I promise ah i’ll buy u.. hmpf’uckk..” she continued to pound into you, “..a plan B..”
You hid your face in her neck shock disagreeing with her rambling. “Mhm..no..i can’t..” but you gripped on daniela’s shirt, you were clenching hard on her cock.
“i wanna cum in you pretty..” she continued to thust into you hitting your cervix completely. “..imma give you mghh my baby.. bring us closer together yea..”
She pulled you in close, “yeah fuck c-cumin ma.. s-shit.. yn.” she thrusted straight up and into you, you clenched down so hard you could feel that one big vein on the aide of her cock.
Your legs shook, moaning into her neck. “hungg daniela..” she thrusted into you letting you ride out your orgasm, “oh gosh.. you really fit me perfectly in that pussy of yours..”
You went limp on her, you head rested in her shoulder. She pulled out causing all the cum to slowly drip out of your hole and onto Daniela’s abdomen. She smirked.
tags: p in v / somnophilia / cockwarming / cumming inside / sleepy sex / cockwarming / fluff?? kind of
wc: 1.3k
a/n: yay ok 2nd fic. also, english isnt my first language so i apologise in advance for any mistakes !!
summary: you fell asleep in danielas bed again, but this time you woke up with your head still stuck in a dream about her.
the room was dark except for the faint blue glow of the charger lights on danielas nightstand. you were in her bed again, it happened a lot lately. you’d fallen asleep watching a movie on her laptop this time. legs tangled with hers under the covers, and neither of you had bothered moving. she was on her back, one arm flung above her head, the other resting loose on her stomach. tiny sleep shorts and a tshirt that was probably yours, slipped up just enough to show the soft curve of her waist. her curls were a mess across the pillow, lips parted, breathing slow and even.
she looked so gorgeous it made your chest hurt. but your dick was throbbing so hard it was actually painful.
you laid on your side, facing her, the dream you’d just woken up from a couple minutes ago clinging onto you. daniela’s voice still echoed in your head, the way she whispered about how good you felt, how deep you were, how she needed every inch. you had woken up with your cock already aching and straining against the fabric of your sweatpants
you tried to ignore it. rolled onto your back, stared at the ceiling, counted your breaths. tried to think about anything else— literally anything. but it didn’t work.
“fuck” you whispered, barely a sound.
her body had shifted in her sleep, now curled on her side facing the wall. you told yourself you’d just get a little closer, just to feel her warmth. nothing more.
you slid over until your chest was almost touching her back, careful not to wake her. your hand hovered, then settled lightly on her hip. she sighed in her sleep, pressing back just a fraction, and the soft curve of her ass brushed right against your cock. you had to physically stop yourself from letting out a groan.
a minute passed with you just breathing her in, but your hips had a mind of their own. a tiny, helpless roll forward made the head of your cock nudge between her thighs, pressing right against the warm seam of her shorts. Your whole body tensed up, afraid of her waking up.
though, daniela didn’t wake up yet. she just let out another soft breath and shifted again, thighs parting the tiniest bit.
you couldn’t help it. you had to be inside her. just the tip, just to feel her, just for a second. you wouldn’t move. you’d be good.
gently hooking a finger into the waistband of her shorts, you eased them down just enough, along with her panties, until her bare pussy was exposed to the cool air. she was already a little wet— the sight made your mouth water and your cock leak another bead of precum.
you freed yourself from your boxers, thick and heavy and aching. the head was already slick. you lined up carefully, pressing the tip against her folds. she was soft and warm. you pushed in— just the head.
the stretch was perfect. tight, heat wrapped around you and you had to shove your face into the pillow to muffle the broken whimper that ripped out of you. fuck. she felt even better than the dream. you stayed there, barely inside. every throb of your cock made her flutter around you in her sleep. you didn’t thrust. you just… stayed inside her, letting her warmth pulse around the sensitive head while you tried not to lose your mind.
minutes passed like that. your hips gave the smallest, involuntary roll— just a tiny rock forward, and that was when she stirred.
daniela’s breath hitched. her lashes fluttered. you froze, dick still halfway buried, panic slamming into you
“shit— dani, i’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “i didn’t mean to— i was just so fucking hard and i—”
her eyes cracked open, sleepy and dark. she blinked slow, like she was still half in a dream, to sleepy to even pick up what you just said. then she felt youstretching her open, and her lips parted on a soft, surprised little “oh.”
you started to pull out immediately, face burning. “i’ll stop, i swear, i was just—”
her hand shot down, fingers wrapping weakly around your wrist before you could pull away. she stirred slowly, rolling onto her side to face you, eyes still heavy with sleep.
“don’t,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep and something warmer. “feels… feels good.”
you stilled. “yeah?”
she nodded, slow and lazy, hips shifting just enough to take you in again. a tiny whimper slipped out of her. “mmm… you’re so warm inside me. stay.”
your brain short-circuited. you slid the rest of the way in again. slow and careful. her eyes fluttered shut
“f-fuck, dani—” you breathed, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
she made this soft, needy sound in the back of her throat and wrapped one leg around your hip, pulling you closer. “move a little… please? just slow.”
you obeyed without thinking. gentle rolls of your hips, barely pulling out before sliding back in. the room was quiet except for the wet little sounds of you moving inside her and the soft, breathy whimpers you couldn’t hold back.
you feel so good,” she whined. “so deep… i didn’t know it would feel like this.”
you buried your face in her neck, kissing the warm skin there like you were scared to stop. “yeah? you like it? i was so fucking hard i couldn’t stop thinking about you.. i’m sorry, i know this is weird—”
“shh,” she cut you off with a shaky little moan, nails scratching lightly down your back. “don’t be sorry. it feels really good. you’re so thick… filling me up like this.”
you were both letting out little gasps and whines every time you sank back into her. her hips rolled up to meet yours, clumsy and desperate, like she couldn’t get enough. You kept the pace slow, letting her feel every single inch.
“dani… i’m not gonna last,” you whimpered against her throat, voice cracking. “you feel too perfect— i’ve wanted this for so long but i never thought—”
“inside,” she gasped, tilting her hips up again. “please… i want to feel it.”
that was all it took.
you buried yourself as deep as you could go and came with a shaky, muffled cry into her shoulder. thick, warm spurts pulsed inside her, again and again, until you were trembling and oversensitive and still rocking into her in tiny, helpless movements. daniela whined softly, clenching around you through it, milking every last drop like she needed it just as bad.
you didn’t pull out, you stayed buried to the hilt, both of you panting, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. she nuzzled into your neck, pressing lazy kisses there while you tried to catch your breath.
“stay like this,” she whispered, already sounding half-asleep again. “don’t wanna feel empty yet.. feels too good.”
you nodded, too blissed out to speak. you shifted just enough to pull the covers back over both of you, still connected, still soft and warm inside her. her leg stayed hooked over your hip. your hand found hers under the pillow and you laced your fingers together without thinking.
the last thing you felt before you drifted off was her pressing a sleepy kiss to your jaw and murmuring, “we should… probably talk about this in the morning.”
you fell asleep with your cock still tucked deep inside her, you’d deal with the mess of whatever this was later.
a/n: when does posting on here get less scary….. also i’m 99% sure that ending isn’t safe irl whatsoever but it’s about the vision i guess.
-> ❝ you’re a dancer for katseye and gets paired with daniela for a sexy choreo. the tension is so intense that you got hard, and daniela can’t hold back either, so she grabs you and go to somewhere private. ( the closet. ) ❞
warnings : – dom! daniela – penetration – cussing – cum inside – teasing – oral ( r! receiving ) – lowk pathetic reader – shy reader – i lowk made a new song and choreo – kissing – cussing
- notes : requested by anon. mdni !
the practice room feels electric tonight.
the choreographer just left after a brutal 4 hour session, yelling 'clean it up tomorrow!' before slamming the door. the lights are dimmed to the emergency strips, casting long blue shadows across the mirrors.
only you and daniela remain.
the new choreo is filthy—slow, sensual, extremely close contact. you’ve been paired with daniela for the center section because you’re tall, strong, and can lift her during the lift.
the song is dark, sultry r&b with heavy bass. every move is intimate. body rolls, hip isolations, hands sliding down waists, thighs pressing between thighs, chests brushing, lips almost touching.
you’re already nervous.
daniela is in a black sports bra and very low rise leggings that sit below her hips. sweat glistens on her collarbones and abs.
she looks at you through the mirror, eyes dark, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.
“ready?” she asks, voice low.
you nod, throat dry.
the music starts.
from the very first beat, she’s on you.
she presses her back against your front during the opening, rolling her hips slow and deep, grinding her ass directly against your crotch. you feel her heat through the thin fabric.
your cock twitches instantly. she notices and pushes back harder, rolling in a slow figure-eight that makes your breath hitch.
during the drop, she turns to face you, hands sliding up your chest, nails grazing your skin under your tank top. she leans in so close her lips brush your ear.
“you’re getting hard already?” she whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “we’re only 30 seconds in.”
your face burns.
your cock is now fully hard, straining painfully against your sweats, visibly tenting.
she feels it—presses her thigh between your legs, grinding against your bulge on purpose while doing a body roll.
every move after that feels like torture.
she grinds on you during the chorus.
she lets her hand ( totally not on purpose ) brush your erection multiple times. during the bridge, she drops low in front of you, face inches from your crotch, looking up with those dark eyes while rolling her body up slowly, lips parted.
you’re leaking pre-cum into your boxers, cock throbbing so hard it hurts.
by the final pose, her back to your front, your hand possessively on her waist, both of you breathing hard—she subtly grinds her ass back against your cock one last time, slow and filthy.
the music cuts.
you’re panting, sweating, painfully hard. daniela turns slowly to face you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
she doesn’t say a word.
she just grabs your wrist, pulls you across the room toward the small storage closet at the back, and pushes you against the wall.
the storage room door barely clicks shut before daniela drops to her knees in front of you.
“you’ve been hard for me for the last forty minutes,” she says, voice low and rough. “now you’re gonna let me take care of it.”
she drops to her knees, yanks your sweats and boxers down in one rough motion.
your cock springs free. thick, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip. she licks her lips. “fuck… look at you,” she breathes. “so fucking hard just from dancing with me.” you can’t answer. your cock twitches hard under her gaze.
she wraps one hand around the base, her fingers don’t even meet and gives you one firm stroke. you groan, hips jerking forward. she smirks knowing what she can do with you.
“so sensitive already huh?” she teases. “poor baby. all that dancing with me pressed up against you… must’ve been torture.”
before you can beg, she leans in and takes you into her mouth.
the heat is immediate. she doesn’t start slow—she sinks down halfway in one smooth motion, lips stretching around your girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside.
you moan loudly, one hand flying to the wall for balance, the other tangling in her hair.
she hums around you, the vibration shooting straight to your balls. then she starts moving— deep bobs, taking more of you each time until her nose is brushing your pelvis.
she gags softly when you hit the back of her throat but doesn’t pull off. instead she swallows around you, throat fluttering, eyes watering but locked on yours the whole time.
“fuck, daniela—” you choke out.
she pulls off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock. her hand strokes you fast, slick and messy.
“you’re so fucking big,” she says, voice hoarse. “i can barely take all of you… but i’m gonna try.”
she dives back down—messier this time. spit drips from the corners of her mouth, runs down your shaft, coats your balls.
she sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulls back. the sounds are obscene—wet slurping, gagging, her soft moans vibrating around your cock.
you’re shaking. your thighs tremble. you can feel yourself getting dangerously close already.
“daniela, wait—i-i’m gonna—!”
she pulls off suddenly, hand still stroking you slowly.
her lips are swollen, shiny with spit, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to your tip.
“not yet,” she says, voice low and commanding. “you don’t get to cum until i say so.”
you whimper—actually whimper—hips twitching desperately.
she stands up, shoves her leggings and panties down in one motion, kicking them aside.
she’s soaked. her pussy glistening, clit swollen and peeking out. she turns around, bends over the stack of mats, ass up, back arched perfectly.
she looks over her shoulder at you, eyes dark.
“fuck me.”
you step forward, grip her hips, and push in and letting her feel every inch. she moans loud, head dropping forward, fingers gripping the mats.
“god—yes... fill me up baby...”
you bottom out, hips pressed flush against her ass, and still for a second—savoring how tight and hot she is.
then you start moving, deep thrusts that make her gasp every time you bottom out.
but daniela isn’t satisfied with slow.
“harder,” she demands, pushing back against you. “don’t be gentle. fuck me like you mean it.”
your grip on her hips tightens, and you start pounding into her, but harder, faster, and deeper. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the small room.
she cries out, back arching deeper, ass bouncing with every thrust.
“fuck! yes—right there, j-just right there—!” she moans, voice breaking. “don’t stop! oh! harder—give it to me!”
you rail her. relentless, cock slamming into her over and over, balls slapping her clit.
she’s soaking, wetness dripping down your thighs. her pussy clenches around you like a vice, trying to pull you deeper.
you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough. she sobs, thighs shaking violently.
“i’m gonna cum—” she gasps. “don’t stop. please don’t stop—”
you keep pounding, fingers working her clit, until she shatters, screaming your name, pussy spasming hard around your cock, gushing wet and hot.
you fuck her through it, deep and rough, until her legs give out.
you pull out, flip her onto her back on the mats, and push back inside in one thrust. she moans loudly, legs wrapping around your waist.
“fill me,” she begs, eyes locked on yours. “cmon' d-don't be a pussy.”
you thrust deep one last time and come hard.
thick fluids flooding her, spilling deep inside her pussy. she moans at the feeling, clenching around you, milking every drop.
you collapse on her shoulder, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer, kissing your neck softly.
“fuck…” she whispers, voice hoarse. “that was so good.”
you smile against her skin, still buried inside her, heart racing.
“y-yeah. it was.” she laughs breathlessly, then kisses you playing with your tongue.
“next time,” she murmurs against your lips, “we’re doing this in my room. i want to take my time with you.”
