݁ᛪ༙ synopsis your best friend’s mother was supposed to be off-limits. but daniela’s lingering touches, quiet attention, and failing marriage make it impossible to ignore the tension growing between you. and when she picks you up during a stormy night after university, everything you’ve both been avoiding finally comes to the surface

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer milf! daniela avanzini x young! fem reader, wlw, age gap, slowburn, cheating (if you’re not comfortable reading this, don’t read :))

݁ᛪ༙ a/n who else’s loose their minds on daniela’s latest looks on allure, i swear that i’m the gayest person alive for this woman..

݁ᛪ༙ song playing dirty diana — michael jackson

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the first time you met daniela, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything

you’d only gone to your best friend’s house because she’d forgotten her notes before an exam. that was it. quick stop, quick hello, then back to campus

instead, the front door opened, and everything changed

daniela stood there in a loose cream sweater and dark leggings, one hand still on the handle, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise when she saw you. rain clouds gathered behind you in the distance, making the warm light inside her house glow softer somehow.l

“oh,” she said quietly, almost amused. “so you’re the friend i keep hearing about”

you tried not to stare

she looked younger than you expected—not young exactly, but effortlessly beautiful in a way that made your thoughts trip over themselves. dark hair loosely pinned up, gold jewelry catching the light, perfume warm and subtle. she smiled at you like she already knew something you didn’t

and from the kitchen, your friend yelled, “mom, stop intimidating people!”

daniela laughed.

“i’m not intimidating her,” she answered, eyes still on you. “am i?”

you shook your head too fast

that became the beginning of a problem

after that day, daniela always found reasons to talk to you whenever you came over. at first it seemed harmless. asking about university. bringing you tea without asking what you liked because somehow she already remembered. sitting beside you instead of across from you

then came the touches

a hand briefly against your shoulder while passing behind you. her fingers brushing yours when she handed you a mug. fixing your collar one afternoon with a soft “there,” while standing far too close

none of it should’ve mattered. but it did

and the worst part was how obvious it became that she looked for you

your friend would leave the room for five minutes, and daniela would immediately appear beside you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with that unreadable little smile

“so,” she’d say casually, “are you eating properly at university?”

or :

“you look exhausted. have you been sleeping enough?”

or even :

“you know, you can call me if you ever need anything”

the way she said anything made your heartbeat feel dangerous

you tried to ignore it. you really did

because she was your best friend’s mother. because she was married. because every time her husband appeared, the entire atmosphere changed

he barely looked at her. barely listened. always distracted, cold, distant in that exhausted way people become after years of pretending something still works

daniela, meanwhile, seemed to come alive around you

and you noticed it

you noticed how her eyes softened when you entered a room. how she remembered tiny details about your classes. how she always walked you to the door

how she kept finding excuses to text you through your friend’s phone ;

“tell her dinner’s ready”

“ask her if she passed her exam”

“tell her i said she should bring an umbrella tomorrow”

your friend never noticed anything strange. you did

especially the day daniela offered to pick you up from campus

“you take the bus in this weather?” she asked, horrified

“it’s fine”

“it’s absolutely not fine,” she replied immediately. “next time it rains, call me”

you laughed awkwardly. “daniela—”

“i’m serious”

and she was

she reminded you three separate times over the next weeks

if it’s raining, call me

you never did. until the storm came

the sky had opened hours ago, pouring endlessly over the city. by the time your lecture ended, the streets were flooded silver beneath the streetlights, wind tearing umbrellas inside out

your phone battery had died thirty minutes earlier

so you walked. completely soaked within seconds

cars hissed past through puddles while thunder rolled somewhere overhead. you hugged your jacket tighter and kept moving, already dreading the freezing bus ride home—

headlights slowed beside you

a black car pulled over sharply

your stomach dropped

the passenger window rolled down

daniela looked furious

“get in”

you blinked at her through the rain

“…what?”

“i said get in”

you opened the door carefully and slid inside, dripping water everywhere

the warmth hit first. then her perfume

then the silence

daniela pulled back onto the road without another word, knuckles tight against the steering wheel

“i’m sorry about your seats,” you muttered weakly

“that’s what you’re worried about?”

you glanced at her

she looked genuinely upset

“you could’ve called me”

“my phone died”

“you still could’ve borrowed someone else’s”

“it’s not a big deal—”

“it is to me”

that shut you up.

rain hammered against the windshield while the wipers moved frantically back and forth. daniela exhaled slowly, jaw tense

“i told you not to walk home alone in weather like this”

“i didn’t think—”

“no,” she interrupted softly, “you didn’t”

the rest of the drive felt strangely intimate. confined. heavy

by the time you reached her house, the storm had become even worse

“you’re not going anywhere like this,” daniela said immediately. “stay until it calms down”

you hesitated

“i should probably—”

“you’re shaking”

only then did you realize she was right

she sighed quietly and unbuckled her seatbelt

“come inside”

the house was warm and dimly lit, the storm rumbling outside like distant waves. your friend wasn’t home yet. neither was her husband

just you and daniela

somehow that made the air feel different

she disappeared briefly upstairs, then returned holding towels and dry clothes

“you’ll get sick otherwise”

“thanks”

you reached for the clothes at the same moment she handed them over

her fingers closed around yours for half a second too long

neither of you moved

the storm crackled outside

daniela looked at you with an expression so soft it almost hurt

“you have no idea what you do to me,” she whispered

your breath caught

every logical thought disappeared at once because suddenly every lingering touch, every prolonged glance, every excuse to keep you near finally made sense

and judging by the way daniela looked at you now—standing close enough to hear each other breathe—it had probably meant something for a very long time

“you should change before you freeze,” daniela murmured

but neither of you moved

the storm outside rattled the windows hard enough to make the lights flicker once, briefly plunging the room into darkness before the warm glow returned

you swallowed

daniela was still holding your wrist. not tightly. just enough to keep you there

“you keep looking at me like that,” she said softly, eyes fixed on yours, “and it’s becoming very difficult to behave”

your heartbeat stumbled

“daniela…”

“you know what’s cruel?” she interrupted quietly. “the fact that you have no idea how long i’ve been trying not to cross this line”

the words hit harder than they should have. because some part of you had known

every lingering touch. every excuse to keep you near. every look held one second too long

you just hadn’t expected her to finally admit it

rain slammed against the windows again

daniela stepped closer

close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, close enough for her perfume to completely surround you now—soft, expensive, intoxicating

“you walk into my house,” she whispered, “looking at me with those eyes, smiling at me like i’m still someone worth noticing…”

her fingers slid slowly from your wrist to your hand

“and suddenly i remember what it feels like to want something again”

the confession left the room breathless

you could barely think

daniela noticed. of course she did

a faint smile appeared on her lips—not teasing this time, but almost nervous, which somehow affected you even more

“that’s dangerous,” you managed quietly

“yes,” she said immediately

neither of you stepped away

instead, daniela lifted a hand carefully to your face, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear with unbearable slowness

the gesture felt strangely intimate. tender

and somehow far more intense than anything reckless could’ve been

“you should tell me to stop,” she whispered

but your silence said enough

daniela’s eyes dropped briefly to your lips before lifting again, searching your expression one last time as thunder rolled outside

then she leaned in—

a sharp sound interrupted everything

the front door unlocking

you both jumped apart instantly

your best friend’s voice echoed through the hallway downstairs

“mom? the storm’s INSANE out there—”

daniela closed her eyes briefly, laughing once under her breath in disbelief while you tried to recover your breathing

and when she looked back at you again, the tension between you hadn’t disappeared at all

bsf!giselle who likes the blur the line between friendship and something more

content: fem!reader, headcannons, homoerotic friendship, some hc's can be seen as a little bit toxic, she's just possessive okay, roommates, reader throws a pillow at giselle (but in a light-hearted way), jealousy, gigi is very touchy, a little bit suggestive if you squint, a joke about ningning being your third (too ningselle pilled i fear), the rest of aespa make like a two sec cameo, sana from twice mentioned too, giselle referred to as gigi at times

word count: 1.4k note: if you want a homoerotic friendship just hmu 🤞

୨ৎ bsf!giselle who sends you the most romantic videos with a message that reads 'us' underneath

୨ৎ bsf!giselle who takes those 'initials that are made for each other' videos very seriously and sends you them whenever yours are paired up

୨ৎ bsf!giselle who calls you more pet names than any partner you've ever dated has (baby, sweetheart, darling, cutie)

୨ৎ bsf!giselle who regularly walks into the bathroom when you're showering because "we're best friends, it's chill."

୨ৎ bsf!giselle who makes sure to leave the door unlocked when she's showering in the hopes that you'll walk in

Milf Sophia’s thighs wrapped around y/n head while y/n is eating her out and she’s praising y/n calling her good girl etc also mommy kink.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mommy

content. mommy!sophia x fem!reader smut oral sex mommy kink dirty talk age difference

"You're being such a good girl for mommy."

You don't know how but you ended up like this: kneeling with Sophia's thighs spread on either side of your face, suffocating on her pussy. Her hand on your neck.

It wasn't planned. You came to look for your best friend, but your best friend wasn't there. But her beautiful mom was. YOUR mommy.

Your tongue moves between her lips, up and down, collecting every drop of moisture dripping from her. Sophia can only moan. Her hip pushes against your face while she pulls your hair.

"So good," she whispers with satisfaction. "That's how you eat a pussy. Who taught you to do it so well, hm? My daughter? Or were you always a natural little bitch?"

You can't answer. Your mouth is busy. Your tongue enters her, wet, hot, and Sophia writhes on top of you, her thighs squeezing your head.

You pull back just barely. One centimeter. Your chin glistening, your mouth wet, your breath cut short. You look up at her from below.

"Mommy," your voice full of desperation. "Can I touch myself, please, please, please?"

Sophia looks at you with an ear-to-ear smile and nods.

"Yes, baby. Touch yourself."

You bury your face between her legs again. Your hand goes down to your own crotch. The fabric of your underwear is already soaked. Your fingers brush your clit and you moan against Sophia's pussy, and the vibration makes her moan too.

"Hear that," Sophia says, and her hand grabs your hair tighter. "What would she say if she saw you right now, my daughter, hm? If she saw you on your knees, with your face buried between her mommy's legs?"

You moan louder. Your fingers move faster against your clit. Your tongue doesn't stop licking her, sucking her, entering and exiting her.

"Such a good girl," her thighs squeeze your sides tighter. "So good, baby. Do you like it? Do you like mommy's pussy?"

You nod against her. Your nose flattens against her pubic bone. Your tongue pushes inside her.

"I'm going to come," Sophia says, and her hip pushes against your face. "Are you going to come with your dirty little fingers, baby?"

Before you can nod, the orgasm hits you — your fingers pressing your clit, your moans muffled by Sophia's pussy. She comes a second later, her hot liquid filling your mouth, dripping down your chin, soaking your face.

You stay there, your face resting on her thigh while Sophia strokes your hair.

"Good girl," she whispers. "My good girl."

your girlfriend finds out she's not your bias

content: aespa ot4 (separate), jealousy, giselle and reader fight over ningning, idol!reader & secret relationship in winter's ss count: 9 note: no pics are mine!! basically a ningning appreciation post atp

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