euphoria imagines

holy shit: kat hernandez

kat considered y/n the life of the party. people loved her and her dancing, oh my god, it could get anyone turned on (including kat). 

every party they went to together, the first dance always went to kat before being swooped away from her by some other people wanting to dance with her. kat always appreciated that y/n still held their friendship close to her heart. 

this party was the same as always. kat was dancing with y/n who was avoiding being grinded on by disgusting horny guys and laughing while the speakers shot their hearing for the millionth time. 

y/n looked like sex in heels. a black tube top and fun blue bell bottoms, her hair wild and free. kat told the girl one night that she 'never really understood the appeal of looking like that if you weren't going to do anything' until she y/n laughed and answered, "teasing men just a bit doesn't harm anyone. it's also nice to feel confident in what you do once in a while."

kat never felt like that unless she was dancing with her. y/n made her feel safe, and in all honesty, everyone was watching her and not kat, and that's how she liked it.

that was, until she lost her virginity to that st. mary's student, wes, and everything went up in flames. 

kat was never one to be confident or outspoken, but that changed within that first week back. she was sitting on y/n's bathroom counter while the girl took a shower. neither girls were phased in any way. 

her first skype session with that tiny dicked guy, johnny, was yesterday and kat was brimming with confidence (and more money), "hey y/n/n?"

"yeah kit-kat?" kat smiled at the stupid nickname y/n gave her back in elementary school, "do you want to go to the mall? i've got some money to splurge with"

y/n poked her head out with an amused expression, "you have extra money? since when?"

"since yesterday." kat's confidence didn't waver

y/n turned off the shower and grabbed her towel to dry off her body and hair, "what are you now, a stripper? not that it's a bad thing, you'd kill it out there." she sent her a heart-melting smile.

kat snorted, "no, i'm not a stripper y/n/n." more like a dominatrix, kat thought with a smile

"sure, why not," y/n answered her initial question, still smiling, "why do you want to go? you usually never want to shop for yourself."

kat looked at her for a moment, "i guess i finally got the confidence." 

*****

shit, we look so hot, kat thought as y/n cinched her corset above her dress. y/n also did her makeup, a sick shade of glittery green. 

y/n was in a lavender bodycon dress and a white corset with beautiful, wild waves and lavender gems below her eyes. 

and kat for once felt fucking badass. 

*****

the party was in full swing when they entered. y/n clutched kat's hand, guiding her to the floor for their first dance. many people whooped and whistled not only at y/n but at kat too. 

looking good hernandez

holy shit they look hot

think they'd dance with us?

kat grinned at y/n who sported a matching one as they started dancing to the bass heavy song (about sex of course)

y/n always told kat to feel herself, to get into the music, get lost in it, to feel just the slightest bit free.