Perrie, Eleanor and Danielle (Smut+Fluff)

Dirty Dreams. (Danielle x Eleanor)

Dirty Dreams

Summary:

Being best friend and later lovers, Eleanor and Danielle have been pretty known to the world of s*x. Danielle’s dad has kept his innocent daughter on a strict watch, since the time he caught Eleanor naked and panting, and the window open, he started to understand just now naïve his child really is. But what Jon is unbeknowst to, is that his so called innocent daughter will do just about anything to have a night, with her girlfriend.

Or

Sometimes the evenings can get lonely… Luckily, Eleanor knows a way they can entertain themselves.

Author’s Note:

This was a request made by my neighbor, believe it or not, and it turned out to be pretty hot. Although, the next one will be a part II for the first imagine.

Until then,

Xoxoxoxo

-       @addictedtosleep.

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Eleanor doesn't like Jon, of course, but there are some things about him that she has learnt to appreciate. His apparent naïve nature, thinking his daughter is just the same, about the possibility that keeping his little girl Danielle away from boys wasn't going to stop her from getting f*cked. He assumes that because Danielle doesn't have an external webcam means that she doesn't have one at all, and she changes the name and icon of her online messenger so that he just doesn't have a clue.

And her apparently lonely nights are spent talking to Eleanor Calder.

On those nights when Eleanor can't c0me ‘round sneaking but she still can't resist temptation, she just logs in and sends Danielle a message. Danielle can only type, most of the time, but Eleanor has a headpiece and a little slender microphone pointing towards her lips that just seems like an arrow. Sometimes she manages to make even that seem s*xy.

It's pretty dark outside, and late, and Danielle isn't allowed a lock on her door anymore but she has piled some heavy books in front of it and her computer is in the corner furthest away. Her curly bouncy hair looks glorious in the light of the screen, and Eleanor just wants to run her hands through it and take a tight hold, tug onto it and make her moan. She loves it when Danielle purposely wears her thongs in just that color, the one kept safely at Eleanor's house because Jon would probably explode if he knew his daughter was aware of such a filthy thing as thongs.

"Hey, babe," Eleanor breathes into the mic, her voice all husky and warm and what her ex Louis called, her p0rnstar voice. "I've been, thinking about you."

I've been thinking about you too. Danielle writes, because of course her grammar is perfect even when she's on an instant messenger.

"Really? Was I good?" She smirks, and obviously all that she can think for is f*cking Danielle into oblivion.

What makes you think I was thinking of *that*?

"I don't know,” Eleanor shrugs, pushing her chair back a little from the computer so that she can be seen right down to her knees. "But I was. I suppose I sort of hoped that you were thinking about it too."

She's only wearing a soft crop top, no bra, Danielle notices, the fabric slung so low that just the edge of her nipples can be seen. She runs one hand down beneath her pajama pants and strokes her inner thigh, exaggerating the movement a little so that Danielle can see. From the furtive way that Danielle glances around her, she knows exactly what Eleanor has planned.