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I came across this fic in AO3 last night and I'm STILL laughing at drunk!Dada and drunktop!NIKKI

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Infinity Nikki- Nikki x Dada

angst, canon divergence, drinking, fluff, yearning, smut with feelings

this fandom is small but mighty and i wanna contribute some more yuri obviously

༄ ao3 link or read below!

Dada was mystified by Nikki from the beginning. She was in awe of her beauty, her otherworldly pink hair, and the gentle kindness in her expression.

She had seen the Esslings surrounding the girl, and made a dash with all her might. Before she could purify the creatures, Nikki had finished them off and given her an angelic smile. It was astounding.

Dada thought she had known every stylist in the area, but she supposed she was wrong. There was something about Nikki that hinted she was from far, far away—further than Stoneville or places she couldn’t even fathom on a map. Nikki was always polite, and sweet, but she asked a lot of questions, clueless about the most basic functions of this world.

Still, Dada couldn’t bring herself to interrogate her, considering Nikki was fantastically exceptional. Once Nikki learned the basics of styling and crafting, she began her rise to the top, and took up a special investigation for the Stylist’s Guild.

Dada figured she was supposed to be happy about it all, but ever since that fateful first meeting, she wanted to see more of her. She hoped Nikki would stop by for more than just business, or become her friend.

Maybe it didn’t matter. For some reason, whenever Nikki did come to the front desk, she couldn’t make herself say anything more than her usual “script.”

“If you ever need anything, I’m here to help.”

One day Nikki had finally taken up that offer.

It was a late night at the Stylist’s Guild, and Dada had planned to go home hours ago. She was handling paperwork for an upcoming styling event, but really, she was worried about Nikki ever since she had come in asking questions about the Sovereign of Cool.

Dada had a feeling that Nikki was going to challenge her, and she was right—soon Nikki had come bounding in, cheeks flushed, bearing the sovereign’s medal.

“Oh my wishing one—” Dada had held the medal to the light to inspect the details. “Nikki—congratulations! That’s impressive, I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you!” Nikki was breathless, and Dada wasn’t sure why.

“Are you alright?” Dada fiddled with the medal in her hands. “I know Lady Aderinna is very powerful.. I’m just–glad you’re back in one piece.”

“She’s very impressive,” Nikki blushed. “But yes, I’m okay. You’re so kind for asking.” She leaned across the counter and gave her a hug.

Dada was taken aback, but returned it, slightly flustered.

“Where’s Momo?” She asked.

“He fell asleep at Nonoy’s. The Ebony Scissors won’t be a problem anymore, but I am exhausted,” Nikki said, an odd tone in her soft, whimsical voice. “I was going to head to Nonoy’s, but it’s getting pretty late… Maybe I could stay with you tonight?”

Dada widened her eyes at the suggestion.

“O-of course, Nikki. That’s the least I could do for you.”

……

Dada’s home was cozy, and settled in the heart of the village. The simple guest room with pink and white sheets was perfectly quaint.

“Thank you so much, Dada,” Nikki had squeezed her hand as they both stood in the doorway. “You’re such a good friend.”

After they bid each other goodnight, Dada changed out of her work clothes. She set her heart shaped sunnies on her drawer and washed off her makeup. She picked some comfy pajamas, put her long blonde hair up, and tried to go to sleep.

Her heart thudded as she stared at the ceiling, unable to get her mind off of Nikki just a few doors down, in her house. She wished she had come up with some reason to stay in that room with her just a little longer.

Is that what she wanted? She tried to shake the feeling, but the notion had already taken hold. She had a crush on Nikki.

Dada tossed and turned, the moon peeking through her window, illuminating the dark room. The bed felt big and cold and empty.

Frustrated, Dada rolled out of bed. Careful not to make any noise, she made her way to the kitchen, and got out a bottle of red wine.

It was the good stuff, from Stoneville, with a lavender finish that left a sweet taste on her lips. The alcohol was warm in her throat and sent a shiver down to her core. She took swig after swig, using the burning in her throat to fill the pit in her stomach.

She knew it was a long shot, but she wondered if Nikki was awake. Maybe she would want a glass.

Dada used the feeble excuse to pour a decent portion of the bottle into a wine glass, carefully cradling it as she walked to the guest bedroom. She was less careful this time, and the floorboards creaked noisily under her.

Before she could knock, Nikki opened the door, wide awake. “Hey, I thought I heard you moving around. Are you okay?”

“I–can’t sleep,” Dada blushed and offered the wine.

“Come in,” Nikki’s eyes lit up. “We can sit and drink together until you get tired.”

Dada was grateful for her friend’s more forward nature. She sat on the edge of the bed, cross legged. She took another swig from the bottle while Nikki sipped the glass gracefully.

Nikki’s hair was in braids, and she wore a matching set with pastel blue and pink shorts and a cropped tank top. She wore long socks that stopped at her thighs, hugging them gently. She pretended not to catch Dada staring.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Dada asked nervously. She shifted on the bed and eyed the disturbed sheets, and the mess of clothes and papers.

“No,” Nikki said shyly. “I think I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“I understand,” Dada nodded. Her fingers felt numb as they gripped the wine bottle for dear life. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“You come from really, really far away, don’t you?” Dada asked cautiously. She knew the wine was starting to disorient her, she felt braver than usual. “Don’t you miss home?”

Nikki’s expression softened.

“Yeah.. Of course I do. But I was given a lot of responsibility when I became a Stylist. It’s my duty to do things for others. It was a rare opportunity to be plucked from another world and put into this one… I think I feel better when I help people.” It was her turn to blush. “And I couldn’t have done any of it without you, Dada.”

The blonde was speechless, and mumbled a small thank you.

Nikki began to put away her things in her bag, wondering if she should have bit her tongue. She hesitated and kept her camera and photo album out.

“I was just trying on some outfits, to take some pictures. I felt a little inspired, but then I got stuck.”

She flipped open a few pages, showing off her cute poses in different places all over Florawish and Breezy Meadow. She wore a range of different styles, and Dada was impressed by her execution for each photoshoot.

“These all look wonderful,” Dada smiled wistfully at her friend. She admired the way her pink hair fell around her shoulders, the gentle flush of her cheeks.

“Mmm..maybe you can help me,” Nikki slurred a little. She felt a little dizzy, realizing she had downed that glass too quickly. “I mean. You’re an important stylist yourself, Dada. I’d love to take some pointers.”

Nikki sounded so teasing and flirtatious, it caught Dada by complete surprise.

“I wouldn’t mind trying, if you want,” Dada stuttered.

“Be my guest,” Nikki smiled warmly.

Dada stood and walked to her bedroom.

Nikki trailed behind her. She was chugging the rest of the wine, abandoning all caution to be carefree with her friend. She stumbled, and Dada grabbed her hand to support her.

“Careful,” Dada laughed, and made sure to hold her wrist tightly as she guided her to sit on the bed.

Nikki set the wineglass on the floor and tucked her legs underneath her. She laid her hands in her lap and watched her friend rifle through her closet and drawers for clothes and crafting supplies.

“What kind of outfit were you thinking of?” Dada huffed a strand of hair away from her face.

It was always exciting when challenges arise late at night, but she was so nervous and tipsy, she was unsure of where to start. She pulled a skirt from her closet, but it wasn’t right.

“Hmm, maybe something sweet, or sexy.” Nikki said thoughtfully, twirling her hair around her finger.

Dada almost jumped at the soft, sultry tone in her voice. It made her heart pound in her ears, and she set the skirt down.

“I… could craft something for you?” She asked, averting her eyes.

“Only if you want to,” Nikki said with a smile.

Dada looked through her sewing kit. She blushed the whole time she held a long, white piece of measuring tape to Nikki’s body, measuring her wingspan, her waist, her inseam...

She tried to avoid ogling at her body. Nikki’s soft skin was radiating warmth and tempting her. Her hand brushed across Nikki’s thigh, and the pink haired girl held her breath, pretending it was nothing.

Dada was relieved when she finished, and plopped down on the bed across from Nikki. She tried to create a sketch, meticulously mapping the mannequin shape, scratching lines onto the paper.

There was an uneasy churning in her stomach. It was probably a little dangerous, to let lust guide her inspiration. Fuck, was it lust?

Nikki had started taking more pictures on her camera, making kissy faces and holding up peace signs. She was kneeling on the bed, sometimes leaning forward with cute, feigned surprise, a hand over her “o” shaped lips.

The strokes in Dada’s sketchbook began to mimic Nikki’s perfect form. She could think of a million stunning, graceful, sexy clothes to draw Nikki in, but couldn’t make herself do it. Why would anyone want to cover her up? Gods, her mind was wandering too far..

“We should take some pictures together,” Dada said, gazing at her friend, fighting the warmth of the wine.

She swallowed nervously and crumpled up her sketch. It was too perverted for Nikki to see. How could she let herself think of her friend that way?

“Of course! We should dress up,” Nikki giggled.

“Only if you want to.” Dada’s heart fluttered.

Nikki crawled into Dada’s lap and did her makeup. She added a faint color to her lids and put blush on her cheeks. She was straddling the girl’s hips, and Dada had no idea where to put her hands. They floundered awkwardly at her lap till they finally rested on Nikki’s thighs.

Dada could smell the lavender wine on Nikki’s breath. This was killing her, she felt out of control. She wanted to kiss her so badly, she wanted to touch her, feel her up and—

“You’re breathing really hard,” Nikki’s voice was low and soft.

She had caught the glazed look in Dada’s eyes as she spread the shiny gloss on her bottom lip. The blonde was so pretty when she’d get lost in her head, and Nikki wondered what she was thinking.

“Sorry,” Dada breathed. She felt tingly all over.

“Don’t be..” Nikki cradled the girl’s face in her palm, wiping away the drool at the corner of her mouth.

“Nikki,” Dada stuttered. “Will you kiss me, please?”

Nikki's insides were buzzing. She set aside her makeup brush and rubbed Dada’s bottom lip with her thumb, spreading the drool. She leaned in and gave her friend a sweet kiss, first innocent, probing the sensitive skin of her lips. Nikki’s stomach did flips as she deepened the action hungrily, moaning softly at the taste of her tongue.

Dada shuddered and gripped Nikki by the waist, returning with more urgency. She bit the girl’s bottom lip, her hands wandering idly, cold fingers against the warm exposed skin between Nikki’s thigh highs and her shorts.

Nikki pulled the blonde onto her lap and cradled Dada’s face. She kissed her slowly, making her lips go numb with pleasure as she squeezed the blonde’s ass through her pajamas.

Dada pulled away and caught her breath for just a moment, and Nikki began undressing herself quickly. She pulled off her shorts and revealed her bare chest.

Dada was shy when she slipped off her own clothes, but was reassured by the other woman’s desperation, the gentle kisses they exchanged as she dropped her bra to the floor.

The two girls were so drunk, and working each other into a frenzy, moaning and grinding against each other through their panties. They became intoxicated by each other, groping soft skin and kissing and rubbing their lips together with spit.

Dada reached for Nikki’s bare chest, her breasts were pillowy and tender, tantalizingly sizable against her frame. Dada pulled away from Nikki’s mouth and latched onto her swollen nipple, whining and humping her.

Nikki shuddered as her friend flickered her warm tongue over her tender buds. She moved her hand in between Dada’s legs. She ran the pad of her middle finger over the slippery cotton, teasing her puffy clit. The blonde hummed, squeezing Nikki’s other breast with her hand.

She looked so cute, eyes glazed over and lapping at Nikki’s tits with her head squished between them.

“Did you still want to take pictures?” Nikki said suddenly, caressing her cheek.

“Yeah,” Dada disconnected herself, puzzled.

Nikki bent over to the other side of the bed and grabbed her camera. She hummed as the girl returned to nestling her mouth on Nikki’s tits. She took a picture of the girl as her eager lips wrapped around her nipples, her hands pushing and squeezing Nikki’s soft breasts together.

“So pretty,” Nikki cooed and ruffled Dada’s hair.

She pulled away and shifted her legs, placing Dada’s back against her chest.

Nikki trailed kisses from her earlobe down to her neck, moving her hand in between her legs and spreading them.

“Oh, fuck,” Dada quivered.

Nikki pulled off Dada’s panties. She towered over the girl, blessed with a perfect view of her pretty cunt, and went to work massaging and teasing her. She slid a finger into her pussy, pumping it softly. She added another finger and stroked her until it was coated in Dada’s slick cum.

“Good girl… Now, hold your legs open,” Nikki instructed with her sickly sweet voice. She held up the camera, the lens towards them both, positioning it to show off Dada’s naked body and flushed face.

“Smile,” she said, and the blonde’s eyes rolled back. The camera went off with a flash, and Dada bucked her hips from Nikki’s touch. Nikki continued to finger her, admiring how her puffy lips gripped her moving fingers, soft squirts of cum escaping against her digits.

Nikki’s camera flash went off again and again as Dada came hard on her fingers.

“Well done, Dada! That’ll be nice when I’m on the road thinking about you..”

Nikki tossed the camera aside and moved to rub her sensitive nipples with both hands. Dada writhed in her lap, shaking and whimpering uncontrollably.

“You love that, don’t you?” Nikki giggled, her breath fanning across her friend’s skin. “I bet the Stylist’s Guild would be so disappointed if their head stylist got caught being a needy slut.”

“Yes, N-Nikki,” Dada whined.

“Would you like a picture for yourself?” Nikki teased. She swatted her fingers against the girl's soft slit, spanking it, slick strings of cum trailing between her fingers. “Do you miss me when I’m away, Miss Dada?”

“Yes,” she moaned pathetically.

Nikki kissed the girl on the forehead and had her lay back. She handed Dada the camera and kissed her inner thigh.

Dada gasped as she felt Nikki place her palms against the back of her thighs, resting her nose in the soft, near-invisible blonde hair above her mound. Nikki planted her mouth on the girl’s pussy and pet it with her tongue, smiling angelically. She lapped at her entrance with the flat part of her tongue, occasionally sucking and flicking the girl’s puffy clit.

Dada’s hands were shaky as she took photos of Nikki mouthfucking her slit. She was wonderfully photogenic, making eyes as she darted her tongue in and out of the blonde’s gushing hole, overstimulating her sensitive nerves. She placed both hands on Dada’s ass and spread her, touching and rubbing her soft skin.

“Oh my god,” Dada thrashed as she came again, and nearly dropped the camera.

Nikki pumped her nimble fingers in and out of Dada’s pussy, watching the girl rock her hips and gasp for her, squirting all over her hand. She continued kissing and eating her until the blonde cried and closed her legs tightly, still quivering.

“Are you okay?” Nikki asked, withdrawing her hand and moving the camera away. “You’re still having fun, right?”

“Nikki,” Dada said as she caught her breath. The room was spinning, her thighs were burning. “I know you don’t know much about my world. But you’re all I’ve wanted since I met you.”

“Oh, Dada,” Nikki’s eyes shimmered and she pulled the girl close. She trailed the tip of her nose against the blonde’s cheek. “I might not know much, but I’d do anything you asked me to.”

Dada blushed and Nikki held her tighter.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to take a few more pictures.” Nikki rubbed her thumb against Dada’s jaw.

“Okay,” she shivered.

Nikki grabbed a pillow to wedge under her neck, and laid back. She spread her legs, petting herself. She beckoned her friend closer.

Dada was woozy and buzzing with arousal as she straddled Nikki’s hips.

Nikki grabbed the camera, using one hand to hold Dada up, cupping her breasts, and pinched her nipple playfully.

Dada touched herself as she aligned her pussy with Nikki’s, entranced by the cum highlighting her lips, the red flush against her pale skin.

Nikki held her breath, fighting the pleasure as she snapped a picture of their wet clits rubbing against each other. Their soft pussies kissed and bumped, scissoring nerves and tender flesh. Nikki moaned and frantically moved her hips against the blonde stylist, who was shaking with every sensation.

Sweat beaded on Nikki’s forehead as she felt the heat between her legs grow. She dropped the camera down the side of the bed and abandoned the idea. The lovestruck girls couldn’t stop kissing and grinding against each other, pussies drooling with cum, hands exploring and squeezing soft, bouncing tits.

Nikki rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her cunt was pulsing and aching to release, she gripped Dada’s waist and humped the mewling girl without shame.

“T-too much,” Dada whined. “So good, Nikki..” Her clit was throbbing and overstimulated, thighs painted in cum.

“Oh,” Nikki gasped, feeling the pleasure growing into a wave. “Oh, yes!” She squealed, and squeezed her legs tight. Nikki was beautiful as she thrashed, nipples pink and swollen, hips bucking as she bounced Dada on her lap. She relished every inch of her skin, every sound she made.

As the spent blonde whined and begged, Nikki gave her gentle kisses and bent the girl over her lap, preparing her soft cunt for another round. The stylist hummed happily as she spanked Dada’s pretty round ass, spreading her flushed cheeks to show off her little holes for the camera.

She knew that this was a beautiful reason to return to Florawish more often.

#also little piece of info op #dada is much taller than nikki #use it as you will #infinity nikki #infinity nikki smut

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