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pairings: daniela avanzini x g!p reader genre: smut, fluff summary: daniela has been really grumpy latley, she even takes it out on you. But it ends with her apologising and giving you a little treat .. warnings: p in v, creampie, missonary, riding, overstim, sub!dani, top!reader, blowjob, handjob, (dom dani at first) ⌞ ⌝ ── based off of this ➡ request a/n- i dont write g!p reader, this was a special request for my one and only:) for my lovley @rich2hidden

The evening had settled into that quiet, heavy stillness that often preceded a storm. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You were sprawled on the couch, sweatpants loose and comfortable, an arm draped over the backrest as you scrolled lazily through your phone. The house was too quiet, Daniela had been stomping around all day, slamming cabinets and muttering under her breath in rapid spanish like she was cursing everyone out. You’d learned to give her space when she got like this, but it still chafed.

So when you heard her soft footsteps padding down the hallway, you didn’t look up. Not until her weight settled directly onto your lap, her body warm and demanding, her thighs pressing against yours. You blinked, glancing down to find Daniela perched on you like it was her throne. Her hair was messy, loose waves tumbling over her shoulders. She wore a delicate black lace lingerie set, the bra barely containing her full breasts, the panties riding low on her hips. The silk of her robe had fallen open, and she made no move to close it.

“Your so mean,” she muttered, her voice thick and whiny. Her dark eyes were glossy, pouty lips turned downward.

You stared at her, utterly lost. “What? Dani, I haven’t even said anything.”

“Exactly,” she huffed, shifting her weight, grinding that plush ass against your lap in a way that made your breath hitch. “You’re ignoring me. That’s mean.”

Before you could argue, her fingers found the waistband of your sweatpants. She tugged at the fabric, impatient and bossy like always. “Lift your hips.”

The command was soft but undeniable. You obeyed, lifting your hips just enough for her to yank the sweatpants down past your thighs. The cool air hit your skin, leaving you in just your boxers, the outline of your half-hard cock pressing against the cotton.

Daniela’s breath went shallow. Her thumb traced a slow, deliberate line down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband. She didn’t pull them down, not yet. Instead, she grazed her thumb over the fabric, running it along the length of you, feeling the warmth and the growing hardness underneath. Her touch was featherlight, teasing, until she reached the tip. She pressed her thumb there, circling it gently, feeling the damp spot already forming at the head.

“You’re always so mean to me,” she whispered, but her voice had lost its whiny edge, replaced by something darker, needier. Her hips rolled against you, the thin lace of her panties rubbing against your boxers. “Making me feel bad. Making me… want you.”

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your boxers, fingers wrapping around your bare cock. The contact was electric, her palm warm and soft, fingers closing around your shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. She groaned, low in her throat, as she felt the weight of you in her hand.

“Don’t move,” she ordered, her voice breathy. “Don’t you fucking move.”

Then she leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, her lips brushing your ear as she stroked you with agonizing slowness. Her thumb circled the head again, spreading the bead of precum that had formed, using it to smooth her movements. "Oh fuck-" you groaned

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “And then maybe I’ll forgive you for being so mean.”

The seconds stretched, thick and heavy, as Daniela’s hand worked you with deliberate, torturous slowness. Her palm glided from base to tip, then back down, each stroke measured, her thumb pressing just hard enough against the sensitive ridge beneath the head to make your hips twitch. But she'd told you not to move, and something in her voice... that low, commanding edge kept you still, muscles locked, breath ragged.

She pulled her hand out of your boxers, leaving your cock straining against the damp cotton. Then she shifted, sliding off your lap and onto her knees on the floor in front of you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugged them down your thighs, freeing your cock fully. It stood erect, slick with precum, the tip glistening under the dim light.

Danielas lips parted. She didnt look away from you as she bent forward and took the head into her mouth. Just the tip. her tongue flicked across the slit, tasting you, before she pulled back with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva stretched between her lips and your cock before breaking.

“Not yet,” she murmured, rising to her feet. She shrugged off her silk robe, letting it pool on the floor. The black lace lingerie hugged her curves, her breasts spilling over the cups, the panties a thin triangle of fabric. She turned, presenting her ass to you as she climbed back onto the couch, straddling your thighs, facing away. God she looked so good, you fought to keep your greedy hands away.

She reached back, her hand finding your cock again. She guided the head to her entrance, rubbing it through the wet slit of her panties. The lace was soaked, clinging to her folds. She pressed the head against her clit, grinding in slow circles, letting out a shaky sigh.

“You feel that?” she whispered, her voice husky. “That’s how wet you make me. Even when you’re mean.”

She shifted the panties aside, and the head of your cock slid against her bare, slick folds. She teased herself with it, running it up and down, dipping the tip just inside her entrance for a heartbeat before pulling away. Her breath hitched each time.

“Beg me,” she said, her voice a command. “Tell me you need to be inside me. Say it.”

You could feel the heat of her, the way her muscles fluttered against the head of your cock. Your hands found her hips, gripping the lace.

“Dani,” you rasped. “I need to fuck you. Let me inside.”

She let out a satisfied hum. “Good girl.”

Then she sank down.

The sensation was overwhelming, her heat enveloping you inch by inch, her walls clenching and pulsing as she took you deeper. She didnt stop until your hips were pressed flush against her ass, her body seated fully on your cock. She let out a long, guttural moan, her head falling back against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so thick. Stretching me.”

She sat still for a moment, adjusting, her inner muscles gripping you in rhythmic waves. Then she began to ride you, slow deliberate rolls of her hips, her ass grinding against your thighs. Each movement dragged her walls along your length, and you could feel every ridge, every slick inch of her. The lace of her panties was bunched to the side, the thin fabric rubbing against your balls.

Her pace quickened. She lifted and dropped, her thighs working, her wetness making obscene sounds with each thrust. She reached back and grabbed your hand, pulling it to her stomach, pressing your palm flat so you could feel the bulge of yourself moving inside her.

“You feel that?” she panted. “Thats you. Inside me.”

But she was still in control, setting the rhythm, dictating the depth. She’d slow down just when you were close, circling her hips, squeezing you with her muscles, making you groan in frustration.

“Not yet,” she’d whisper. “I decide when you come.”

Later,, how long, you weren’t sure, you were both tangled in the hallway, lips locked, her back hitting the bedroom door before it swung open. She stumbled backward, and you followed, your hands on her waist, guiding her until the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell onto the soft mattress, the black lace a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the thin straps of her lingerie and pulled, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap. The cups fell away, her breasts spilling free, full and heavy, nipples already hard. She gasped, half in shock, half in arousal, as you ripped the panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked beneath you.

Her thighs fell open instinctively, revealing the glistening pink of her folds, swollen and slick. Your cock was still wet from her mouth and her cunt, and you knelt between her legs, gripping your shaft and dragging the head through her wetness. You coated yourself thoroughly, pressing against her clit, watching her back arch.

“Look at you,” you muttered, your voice rough. “So fucking wet for me.”

You positioned the head at her entrance, but you didn’t push in. You teased her, rubbing against her, dipping just inside, then pulling out, just as she had done to you.

“Please,” she whined, her hips bucking. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”

You grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then shifted your grip to her calves. You pushed them up, toward her chest, folding her almost in half, her knees nearly touching her shoulders. Her ass lifted off the mattress, her cunt completely exposed, open and waiting.

“You want it?” you asked, your cock pressed against her entrance again.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets.

You thrust in.

The angle was deep, so deep you felt her cervix, the tight ring of muscle gripping your head. She cried out, a sharp, broken sound, as you filled her completely. Her walls clamped down, hot and slick, and you stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the way her body trembled around you.

Then you began to move, long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, her moans turning into incoherent pleas. You leaned forward, your chest pressing against her folded legs, your mouth finding hers in a kiss.

“You feel so good,” you growled against her lips. “So tight. Squeezing me.”

“Harder,” she begged, her nails raking down your back. “Fuck me harder.”

You obliged, picking up the pace, the bed creaking beneath you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with her cries and your grunts. She came first.. A sudden, violent climax that made her whole body convulse, her cunt milking your cock with rhythmic spasms. But you didn’t stop.

You pulled out, your cock slick with her cum, and flipped her onto her stomach. She rose to her knees, arching her back, presenting her ass. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping down her thighs. You knelt behind her, grabbing her hips, and guided yourself back inside.

This angle was different, tighter, the walls squeezing you from a new angle. You gripped her hips hard, fucking her from behind, watching your cock disappear into her wet heat. She buried her face in the pillow, her moans muffled, her ass pushing back against each thrust.

“Whose cunt is this?” you demanded, your hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap. The skin reddened under your palm.

“Yours,” she sobbed. “It’s yours. Fuck, yes.”

You reached around, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as you fucked her. She came again, her body shuddering, her legs giving out so she collapsed flat onto the bed. You followed, still inside her, grinding deep as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, you pulled out and flipped her onto her side. You laid behind her, spooning, and lifted her top leg, hooking it over your thigh. You guided your cock to her entrance once more, slick and ready and slid in from behind, the angle shallow but intimate.

Your arm wrapped around her waist, your hand splayed across her stomach. Your lips pressed against her shoulder, her neck, as you fucked her slowly, deliberately, each thrust brushing against that sensitive spot inside her.

“I’m close,” she whispered against your lips. “Come with me.”

You drove deeper, faster, your hips slapping against her ass. Her walls clenched, and you felt your own release building, that white-hot pressure coiling at the base of your spine.

“Come inside me,” she breathed. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. You buried yourself to the hilt, your member pulsing as you came, hot and thick, flooding her. She cried out, her own orgasm triggered by the sensation, her cunt milking you as she shuddered through it.

You stayed like that, wrapped around each other, both breathing hard, your cock still twitching inside her. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Her hand found yours, fingers lacing together against her damp stomach.

“Still think I’m mean?” you murmured into her hair.

She laughed, soft and breathless. “Maybe. But I don’t care.”

Daniela laid curled against you, her back pressed to your chest, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your member had slipped out of her sometime during the last aftershocks, and you could feel the warmth of your combined release seeping between her thighs, staining the sheets beneath.

You pulled her closer, your lips brushing against the curve of her shoulder. She smelled of sweat and sex and something floral from her perfume, now faint and intimate. Her hand found yours, fingers intertwining against her stomach.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” she murmured back, her voice soft, stripped of its earlier bossy edge.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “You okay?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “I’m… more than okay. I’m pretty sure I’m liquid.”

You smiled against her skin. “Good liquid?”

“The best kind.” She shifted, turning in your arms to face you. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed. She reached up and traced your jawline with her fingertips, a featherlight touch. “That was… intense. In the best way.”

“You were amazing,” you said, and meant it. “You always are.”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re just saying that because I let you fold me in half.”

“No, I’m saying it because you’re perfect.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even when you’re grumpy and slap me.”

Her eyes widened, and she winced. “I’m really sorry about that, you know. The glass… I shouldn’t have- ”

“Shh.” You pressed a finger to her lips. “We’re past that. You already apologized. And you more than made up for it.”

She kissed your finger, then your palm, then turned her head to nuzzle into your chest. Your arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. The warmth of her body seeped into you, and you felt a deep, quiet contentment settle in your bones. Minutes passed, or maybe an hour ...as you laid there, tangled and sticky.

“I like this,” she said, her voice muffled against your skin. “Being held. It’s… nice.”

“You deserve it,” you said. “You deserve a lot of nice things, Dani.”

She snorted. “Careful, you’ll make me soft.”

“Too late,” you teased, kissing the top of her head. “You’re already melting.”

She laughed, a genuine, girlish sound that made your chest ache. You held her tighter, your hand running up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes.

But after a while, the cooling stickiness between your bodies became impossible to ignore. You needed to move.

You loosened your grip and gently disentangled yourself, sitting up. The cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps. Daniela made a small, confused sound, her hand reaching out blindly.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was slightly slurred, half-asleep, and there was a note of vulnerability in it that made your heart twist.

You looked down at her, her hair messy, her lips swollen, her body marked with faint red lines from your grip. She looked beautiful and lost, and you felt a rush of tenderness.

“Just getting a towel,” you said softly. “To clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

Her brow furrowed. “Oh.” She paused, then added, a little awkwardly, “You don’t have to… I can do it.”

“I want to.” You leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Relax. I’ll be thirty seconds.”

You padded to the bathroom, grabbing a soft hand towel from the rack and wetting one corner with warm water. When you returned, Daniela had propped herself up on her elbows, watching you. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she looked almost shy a rare sight from someone so usually sharp tongued.

You sat on the edge of the bed and gently guided her to lie back. She went without protest, her thighs falling open slightly. You took the warm, damp towel and carefully wiped the cooling slickness from her inner thighs, then between her folds, as gently as you could. She shivered at the touch, but not from cold.

“That’s nice,” she whispered.

You worked in silence, cleaning her thoroughly, then tossed the towel aside. You lay back down beside her, pulling her close again. She tucked her head under your chin, her arm draping across your stomach.

“Thank you,” she said, so quietly you almost missed it.

“For what?”

“For… this. For being sweet. For not making it weird.”

You chuckled. “It’s a little weird.”

She laughed, the sound vibrating against your chest. “Yeah. A little. But a good weird.” You hummed softly, before settling more comfy against Dani, the silence eveloping you both.