staying friends is safe (doesn't mean you should) [SMAU]
pairings: sophia laforteza x f!reader
warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex, etc.
sophia's got a new boyfriend, you'll always be stuck being the best friend. but sophia's yearner eyes are really hard to hide, and the feelings never fade.
CHAPTER 31: you did a number on me (but honestly, baby, who's counting?) [WRITTEN]
“You’re fucking crazy,” Sophia growls out, phone already thrown away as she grabs your hips. Her eyes drop right down to your chest, asking for consent as if you didn’t quite literally send her a picture of you like that. Her hands rip the zipper, throwing it off, peeling the tank top next. God, she’s going to lose it.
Your hands grab her hair. “You love it.” Sophia’s mouth wraps around your nipple greedily, hand coming up to knead the other as she works her tongue around it. “What’s your little boyfriend gonna think about this, hm?” She smirks, looking up at you with needy eyes. She can’t get enough. You moan out in response.
“God, Sophia, I couldn’t care less right now. I need you to fuck me already.” Sophia doesn’t hesitate for a second. She grabs your waist, pulling you down on the couch. Sophia’s mouth leaves your breasts, kissing up your neck, making sure her lipstick smudges against every corner of your skin. “I hate him,” She whispers in your ear, and you chuckle. “That wasn’t hard to figure out.”
Sophia bites her lip, biting back a grin. “I wanna see you too.” You whisper, hands coming up to help her remove her top. She complies, raising her arms. Sophia loses it a little more as she sees you bite down on your lip. Sophia’s thumb drags around your waistband. “Can I?” Her voice goes soft.
“Sophia, take what you fucking want, I don’t care at all right now.” That got Sophia. Your pants came right off, followed by your panties, and Sophia lost all thoughts the second she saw you dripping. “For me?” She grins. You nod, already pushing her head down to where you want. Her lips press against your inner thighs, trailing up.
“You’re horrible, driving me crazy all day. And then you have the audacity to be this wet and still talk back to me? God. I hate you.” She rambles, and then her tongue flattens against your pussy. “Holy fuck, Sophia.” Your back arches, hands coming up to grab her hair. “Wrap your legs around my head, lift your hips, love.” She whispers, guiding you.
Her tongue rolls around your clit, pulling it in with suction, and lord help you. “Sophia— don’t stop. Fuck!” Your breath stutters, thighs pressing Sophia in place. “Tell me you’re mine,” She growls, slipping a finger into you. “What? N– Fuck.” You can’t seem to think through your sentences.
“Tell me you’re fucking mine or I stop.” Sophia slips another finger in, curling them both. Your toes curl, head thrown back. “I’m yours— I’m all yours, I promise. Just, please. I need to cum so bad.” You pant out. Your vision gets blurry. Her tongue doesn’t leave your clit, teases harder. Sophia’s so fucking satisfied.
“Does he make you feel like this? Does he fuck you like this?” Sophia needed to know. She wasn’t about to feel second best to a man like him. “Not even close, fuck–” You whimper, arching your back further. Your legs shake around her shoulders, “Sophia, I’m cumming, please fuck— I can’t, please, please—” You keep cutting yourself off with moans, because god she keeps curling her fingers and hitting that spot that’s making your vision blurry, and she’s so fucking eager with her tongue.
“Cum on my tongue,” is all it takes for your eyes to shut close, and mouth to open wide in a silent scream that turns into whimpers of Sophia’s name.
She doesn’t slow herself down, gently takes your legs off her shoulders and comes up to kiss you. It’s the hottest you’ve ever seen her— your cum dripping off her chin as she greedily laps at your mouth.
Her finger curls again inside you and you grab onto her shoulders for support, gasping out. “Fuck, fia, what’re you doing—” Another gasp. “Tell me who you belong to.” Her eyes get darker. “You, you only, I promise, god, please slow down— no keep going, just like that.” You become a babbling mess by that point.
“Yeah? You gonna let me use you? Remind me who you belong to every time you act out like that?” Sophia takes your nipple in her mouth again, making your toes curl. “Yes, yes use me. Fucking hell, fia.” Your moans are getting really hard to control. “I’m gonna cum again, baby, you’re so fucking good.” Your legs are shaking around her fingers, and she has to use her other hand to keep them spread for her.
“Cum, and scream my name while you do it, because god he could never fuck you like this,” She growls against your lips as you almost pass out from the intensity.
♬⋆.˚ Megan missed you so bad that the second you got home she dropped to her knees, pulled your cock out, and gagged on it desperately with eyes watering as she took you deep down her throat.
-> synopsis ; your secretary caught you — the ceo doing inappropriate work in the office.
-> tags ; oral. penetration. cheating. handjob.
—
It was past 9 p.m. on a Friday, and the entire floor was dark except for the soft glow coming from your corner office.
Sophia had only come back because you had texted her earlier asking for the final contract files for Monday’s meeting. She figured you were still working late, as usual. She didn’t expect anything unusual.
She knocked once on your door. No answer.
She knocked again, then gently pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted her made her freeze in the doorway.
You were behind your desk, pants around your ankles, thrusting into Elena Voss — one of the biggest clients the company had. Elena was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, moaning loudly as you fucked her from behind. The wet sounds, the way the desk creaked, the way Elena was gripping the edge and gasping your name — it was all too real.
Sophia’s stomach dropped.
She had always respected you, even if she thought you were too young and clumsy for the CEO role. You were awkward, sometimes lost, but you had never seemed like… this.
The kind of person who would fuck a client in the office like it was nothing.
Her hand tightened around the folder she was holding.
Elena moaned again, louder this time. “Harder— fuck, yes—”
Sophia felt a flash of disgust. Not just at the scene, but at Elena specifically. That woman had always treated her like she was beneath her — calling her “the ice cube assistant” in meetings, trying to undermine her authority, once even suggesting to your father that Sophia was “too strict” and should be replaced.
And now here she was, getting fucked by you on company property.
Sophia quietly pulled out her phone. Her hands were shaking slightly as she started recording. She didn’t plan to use it at first. She just… needed proof. For herself.
To believe what she was seeing.
She recorded for almost a minute — the sounds, the movement, Elena’s arrogant moans, your grunts. Then she stopped, slipped the phone back into her pocket, and stepped back into the hallway.
She closed the door as quietly as she could and stood there for a long moment, breathing slowly, trying to process it.
Her boss.
The young CEO everyone whispered was “not ready” for the role.
Fucking a client in the office like some reckless idiot.
Sophia’s jaw tightened.
When Elena finally walked out a few minutes later, fixing her hair and looking smug, she barely glanced at Sophia as she passed.
You stepped out of your office a few minutes after Elena left, still adjusting your shirt and trying to look composed. Your face felt hot. Your heart was still racing from the adrenaline.
Sophia was waiting right outside the door.
She stood perfectly still, arms crossed, holding a folder in one hand. Her expression was calm — too calm. The kind of calm that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“Sophia,” you said, forcing a casual tone. “I thought you’d gone home already.”
She didn’t smile.
“I came back to drop off the contracts you asked for earlier,” she said evenly. Her voice was professional, but there was something underneath it that made your stomach twist.
You nodded, trying to play it cool. “Thanks. Just leave them on my desk tomorrow.”
You tried to walk past her.
She stepped in front of you, blocking your path.
“I saw everything,” she said.
The words landed like ice water down your spine.
You froze. “What… what are you talking about?”
Sophia looked at you for a long second. Her eyes were cold. Disappointed.
“I saw you fucking Elena Voss on your desk,” she said, voice low and steady. “I saw her bent over with her skirt around her waist. I saw you thrusting into her. I heard every sound she made.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. The hallway suddenly felt too narrow.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, voice cracking. “That’s not— that didn’t happen.”
Sophia didn’t blink.
She slowly pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and turned it toward you.
The video started playing.
The audio was crystal clear — Elena’s loud, breathy moans, the sound of skin slapping skin, your own grunts, the desk creaking. The angle showed everything: your face, her face, the way you were gripping her hips.
You felt like you were going to be sick.
Sophia let the video play for ten long seconds before stopping it.
“I have the whole thing,” she said quietly. “Clear enough that anyone who sees it will know exactly who you are and what you were doing with a married client on company property.”
Your legs felt weak. You leaned against the wall, breathing fast.
“Sophia… please,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Delete it. I’ll do anything. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. Please don’t—”
She put the phone back in her pocket, expression unchanging.
“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with it yet,” she said. “Maybe I send it to your wife. Maybe I send it to the board. Maybe I leak it anonymously and watch your entire reputation burn.”
You were shaking.
“Please delete it,” you whispered desperately. “Please, Sophia. I’ll do anything. Just delete the video.”
She didn’t answer right away. She simply slipped the phone back into her pocket and looked at you with that cold, unreadable expression.
“You’ll do everything I say from now on,” she said quietly. “No questions. If I tell you to jump, you ask how high. If I tell you to get on your knees, you get on your knees. Understood?”
You nodded quickly, voice barely audible. “Yes.”
Sophia pushed the door open and walked inside. You followed her like a dog on a leash.
She stepped closer, voice dropping even lower.
“Lock your office door.”
Your hands trembled as you turned the lock.
Sophia leaned against your desk, arms crossed. “Get on your knees,” she said calmly.
You dropped to your knees without a word.
Sophia watched you for a moment, then slowly lifted her pencil skirt up to her waist. She was wearing black lace panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and waited.
“Take them off.”
Your hands were shaking as you reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs. They were already damp. You slid them all the way off and held them in your hands, not knowing what to do with them.
Sophia stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly, leaning back against the desk.
“Eat me out,” she ordered, voice firm. “And do it properly.”
You leaned in, heart pounding, and pressed your mouth against her pussy. She was warm and wet. You licked her slowly at first, dragging your tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Sophia let out a very quiet breath, but otherwise stayed completely silent.
You licked her more eagerly, sucking gently on her clit, pushing your tongue inside her. She tasted sweet and a little musky. You kept going, trying to please her, tongue moving faster.
Sophia’s breathing grew slightly heavier, but she refused to moan. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, the other resting on the back of your head, guiding you.
You kept eating her out for a long time — long, slow licks, sucking on her clit, fucking her with your tongue. Your face was getting wet. Her thighs trembled slightly against your cheeks, but she still didn’t make a sound.
After several minutes, she finally pulled your head back by your hair, forcing you to look up at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, but her expression was still controlled.
“Why were you fucking her?” she asked, voice low.
You were breathing hard, lips shiny with her wetness.
“I… she kept flirting with me,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “She kept touching my arm during meetings and saying things…”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed. She knew you were lying. “Try again,” she said coldly. “The truth this time.”
You looked down, ashamed.
“My wife… she doesn’t even like me,” you admitted quietly. “My dad arranged the marriage. She barely talks to me. I just… I needed someone.”
Sophia was silent for a long moment.
Then she pulled your head back between her legs.
“Keep going,” she said. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
You buried your face in her pussy again, licking and sucking with renewed desperation. Sophia’s grip on your hair tightened. Her breathing was getting heavier, but she still refused to moan out loud. She was determined to stay in control.
You ate her out for what felt like forever — tongue deep inside her, sucking on her clit, nose buried against her. Her thighs started shaking more noticeably. Her fingers dug into your scalp.
Finally, she let out a very quiet, shaky breath and came.
Her pussy clenched against your tongue, a fresh wave of wetness coating your mouth. She held your head in place, grinding slowly against your face as she rode it out in silence.
When she finally released you, she was breathing hard, cheeks flushed, but her voice was still steady.
“Get up,” she said.
You stood on shaky legs, face wet, lips swollen.
Sophia looked at you for a long moment, then reached out and wiped your chin with her thumb.
“You’re going to be a very good girl for me from now on,” she said quietly. “Aren’t you?”
You nodded quickly, voice small and hoarse. “Yes, Sophia.”
She walked around you slowly, like she was inspecting something she now owned. Her fingers brushed your shoulder, then your chest, then lower, palming the obvious bulge in your pants.
“You’re hard,” she observed, almost clinically. “Eating me out like a desperate little puppy.”
You swallowed hard, face burning.
She squeezed you through your pants, making you inhale sharply.
“Take your cock out,” she ordered.
Your hands trembled as you unzipped your pants and pulled yourself out. You were rock hard, leaking, throbbing in the cool air of the office.
Sophia looked at it for a moment, then wrapped her hand around you and stroked you slowly, firmly.
“You’re going to fuck me now,” she said. “On your desk. And you’re going to do it exactly how I tell you to.”
She turned around, hiked her skirt up to her waist again, and bent over your desk, spreading her legs.
You stepped forward, heart pounding. You lined yourself up with her soaked pussy and pushed in slowly.
Sophia let out a quiet breath as you filled her.
“Deeper,” she said. “All the way.”
You thrust forward until you were buried to the hilt. She was incredibly tight and wet. You groaned softly, gripping her hips.
“Move,” she ordered. “Fuck me properly.”
You started thrusting — slow at first, then deeper, harder. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass filled the office. Sophia stayed mostly quiet, breathing through her nose, but her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“Harder,” she said after a minute. “Don’t be gentle.”
You fucked her harder, the desk creaking under her. Every thrust made her ass jiggle slightly. You were panting, trying not to cum too fast.
Sophia looked back over her shoulder at you.
“You’re pathetic,” she said calmly. “Fucking your secretary on your own desk because you’re too weak to control yourself.”
You whimpered, thrusting deeper.
She reached back and grabbed your hair, pulling your head down closer to her.
“Tell me how much you wanted this,” she whispered.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasped. “I’ve been thinking about you every day… every time you walk past my desk…”
Sophia’s grip on your hair tightened.
“Liar,” she said. “You were just horny. That’s why you fucked Elena like a desperate animal. Because your wife doesn’t touch you and you’re too scared to ask for what you want.”
You moaned, hips stuttering.
She pulled your hair harder.
“Admit it.”
“I… I needed someone,” you confessed, voice breaking. “My wife doesn’t even look at me. I felt so fucking lonely and Elena was there and she wanted me and I just… I gave in.”
Sophia let go of your hair and pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts.
“Good girl,” she said quietly. “Now cum inside me.”
You came hard, groaning as you spilled deep inside her. Sophia stayed still, letting you fill her, then slowly straightened up.
She turned around, cum already starting to leak down her thighs, and looked at you with that same calm expression.
“Clean me up,” she said.
You dropped to your knees again without hesitation and buried your face between her legs, licking your own cum out of her while she stood there, one hand resting on your head.
She looked completely composed except for the slight flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell.
She looked down at you on your knees, face messy, cock still hard and twitching.
“One more thing,” she said quietly.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock. It was incredibly sensitive after everything she had put you through. The moment her fingers closed around you, you whimpered.
She started stroking you.
You were still leaking from the last orgasm. Every stroke made you twitch and gasp.
“Too sensitive—” you choked out, voice hoarse. “Sophia— please— it hurts—”
She didn’t stop. Her hand moved faster, thumb swiping over the head, spreading the precum and your previous loads.
“You can take it,” she said calmly. “You’re going to cum one more time for me.”
You were shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks again as she stroked you. Your cock was red, oversensitive, every touch feeling like too much and not enough at the same time.
“Wait— I can’t— it’s too much—”
She slapped your thigh hard with her free hand.
“Be quiet and cum.”
Her hand moved faster, twisting slightly on every upstroke. You were moaning and whimpering, hips jerking uncontrollably into her fist.
It didn’t take long.
You came with a broken sob, a weak, painful spurt of cum shooting across her hand and onto the floor. Your whole body convulsed, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
Sophia kept stroking you through it, milking every last drop until you were crying and twitching in her hand.
When she finally let go, your cock was red and spent, still twitching.
She looked down at you for a moment, then gently tapped your cheek twice with her cum-covered fingers — soft, almost affectionate pats.
“Good girl,” she whispered.
She wiped her hand on your shirt, then smoothed her skirt down like nothing had happened.
“Clean yourself up,” she said. “And go home.”
You stayed on your knees, breathing hard, completely wrecked as she walked toward the door.
Before she left, she looked back at you one last time.
“And Y/n?”
You looked up at her with teary eyes.
“Don’t ever lie to me again.”
She closed the door behind her, leaving you alone in your office.
The next day at the office was painfully awkward.
You barely slept the night before. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Sophia’s cold smile, felt her hand on your cock, heard her voice telling you that you belonged to her now. You came into work early, hoping to avoid her, but she was already at her desk outside your office, looking perfectly composed in a crisp white blouse and tight black pencil skirt.
She greeted you with a polite “Good morning, Mrs L/n” like nothing had happened.
You mumbled a reply and hid in your office.
The morning meeting with the executive team and key clients was even worse.
Elena Voss was there, sitting across from you, looking smug and satisfied. Every time she spoke, you felt Sophia’s eyes on you from the side of the room.
During a break in the discussion, Sophia leaned over the table to pass you a document. Her blouse gaped just enough to show the lace of her bra. She made sure you saw it.
You quickly looked away, face burning.
Later, when Elena made a comment about “young CEOs who still need a lot of guidance,” Sophia smiled sweetly and said, “Some people need very firm guidance, yes. Otherwise they make… reckless decisions.”
She looked straight at you when she said it.
You cleared your throat and quickly changed the topic. “Let’s move on to the European market numbers.”
Your voice sounded strained even to your own ears.
Sophia’s lips curved into the smallest, most dangerous smile.
The meeting dragged on like that — Sophia making subtle, lowkey rage-bait comments, brushing against you when she passed documents, once even letting her fingers graze your thigh under the table.
You spent the entire time trying to stay professional while your face stayed flushed and your cock twitched traitorously in your pants.
By the time the meeting finally ended, you were a mess.
The second the last person left the conference room, you grabbed Sophia’s wrist.
“My office. Now.”
You practically dragged her there, locked the door behind you, and pushed her against it.
“What the fuck was that?” you hissed, voice low and angry. “You were teasing me the entire meeting. In front of everyone. In front of Elena.”
Sophia looked up at you, completely unfazed. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asked calmly. “Fuck me?”
You snappe.
“I’m the CEO,” you stepped closer. “I’m your boss.”
Sophia’s eyes flashed with amusement, she didn’t fight you.
You kissed her hard, hands sliding under her skirt, yanking her panties down her thighs. She stepped out of them without breaking the kiss. You turned her around and bent her over your desk, hiking her tight pencil skirt up to her waist.
Her bare ass and pussy were right in front of you, cunt already wet.
You freed your cock and rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her slowly.
“I’m the one in charge here,” you said, voice low and rough. “Not you.”
You pushed in slowly — inch by inch — letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open. Sophia let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the desk.
When you bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat, you stayed there for a moment, savoring it.
Then you started moving.
Every thrust was measured, dragging against her walls, making her feel full. Sophia’s breathing grew heavier, but she tried to stay quiet.
You leaned over her, chest pressed against her back, mouth near her ear.
“You’ve been teasing me all day,” you whispered, thrusting deep and holding it there. “Wearing that skirt. Bending over. Making me hard in front of everyone.”
You pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in slowly.
Sophia moaned — low and broken.
You immediately covered her mouth with your hand.
“Quiet,” you warned. “You don’t get to moan like that when I’m the one fucking you.”
You started moving again — slow, deep rolls of your hips, grinding against her with every thrust. Sophia’s pussy clenched around you, hot and dripping. You could feel her trying to push back, wanting more, but you kept the pace torturously slow.
Your free hand slid around to rub her clit in slow circles.
Sophia whimpered against your palm, body trembling.
You leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear. “I’m your boss,” you breathed. “Say it.”
“Ur… mh.. bowss… She mumbled against your hand.
You pressed harder. “Louder.”
“…You’re my boss!” she gasped when you moved your hand slightly.
You rewarded her by thrusting a little harder, still keeping it deep and intimate.
“Good job.”
You fucked her like that for a long time — slow, deep, possessive strokes. Every thrust made her moan into your hand. You kept rubbing her clit, drawing it out, making her feel every single inch of you.
Sophia was shaking. Her legs trembled. Her pussy kept clenching around you, dripping down your cock and onto the desk.
You finally moved your hand from her mouth.
“Tell me who’s in charge,” you whispered.
“You are,” she moaned, voice shaky. “You’re in charge… fuck—”
You sped up just a little, still keeping it deep and intimate, grinding against that spot inside her with every thrust.
Sophia’s moans got louder. You quickly covered her mouth again.
“Quiet,” you growled. “Or I stop.”
She whimpered, nodding desperately against your hand.
You kept fucking her. The office was filled with the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her, her muffled moans, and your heavy breathing.
When she finally came, she came hard.
Her whole body tensed, pussy pulsing around your cock as she cried out into your palm. You kept moving through it, drawing it out, making her shake and whimper.
Only then did you let yourself cum.
You buried yourself deep and spilled inside her with a low groan, pumping thick ropes of cum into her while she trembled beneath you.
You stayed inside her for a long moment, both of you breathing hard.
Then you slowly pulled out, watching your cum leak down her thighs.
Sophia stayed bent over the desk for a second, catching her breath.
She finally straightened up, smoothed her skirt down, and turned to look at you. Her cheeks were flushed.
She stepped closer and kissed you softly on the lips.
“You’re learning,” she whispered.
Then she walked out of your office like nothing had happened, leaving you standing there — pants open, heart racing, completely still horny.
݁ᛪ༙ synopsis after two years living in spain, daniela returns to spend a week at your family's home. you expect to reunite with an old family friend. she expects to see the awkward girl she remembers. neither of you is prepared for who opens the front door
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer older! daniela avanzini x younger! fem! reader, wlw, slowburn, agegap, daniela being mom’s bsf
݁ᛪ༙ a/n animal’s out and dare i say it’s katseye’s best song ever released so far?! (as an eyekon ever since dream academy) and those freaking meichae and lariela meals im so gay im so gay im so god.
you looked up from the book balanced on your knees just as the front door opened
the suitcase rolled in first
then came laughter
warm, rich, familiar
"god, france is colder than madrid," a woman sighed dramatically
you smiled before you even saw her
daniela
it had been two years
you remembered her as someone impossible not to notice—quick wit, expressive hands, sun-kissed skin from endless summers, and a confidence that made every room seem a little brighter
when she stepped into the hallway, brushing loose curls away from her face, you almost didn't recognize her either
she looked... softer somehow
older in the most graceful way
and then she looked up
everything stopped
her smile faded—not because she wasn't happy, but because surprise completely stole it away
for a second, she simply stared
"...wow”
your mother laughed from the kitchen
"i know, right?"
daniela still hadn't blinked
"you..." she murmured
you suddenly felt strangely self-conscious
"hi?"
she laughed once under her breath, shaking her head
"i was expecting the girl who used to hide behind novels every afternoon”
"i still hide behind novel”
"i can see that”
her eyes swept over you—not rudely, not lingering inappropriately, but with unmistakable amazement
"you've changed”
your mother appeared with a dish towel over one shoulder
"told you”
daniela smiled without looking away
"no... you didn't”
she finally crossed the room and hugged you
it lasted only a moment
long enough for you to smell citrus perfume mixed with rain
long enough for her to whisper—
"it’s really good to see you”
—
That evening became dinner, stories from spain, and endless interruptions from your mother
"tell her about barcelona”
"no, tell her about getting lost in seville”
"you still can't cook?"
"i cook now!" daniela protested
"you nearly burned my apartment down in university”
"it was one saucepan”
"it was one fire”
you laughed so hard your stomach hurt
daniela looked over at you
"there it is”
"what?"
"that laugh”
"what about it?"
"i forgot how contagious it was”
your mother rolled her eyes
"oh, don't encourage her”
—
by the second day, your mother barely seemed to be home
early meetings. late meetings. emergency calls
"i’ll be back around nine!"
which usually meant ten
sometimes eleven
that left the house strangely quiet
you expected awkward silence
instead—
"coffee?" daniela asked one morning
"you make coffee?"
"i learned in spain”
"...should i be worried?"
"you wound me”
five minutes later she handed you a mug
you took one sip
"...okay”
she smirked
"i know”
"this is really good”
"i know”
"you practiced saying that, didn't you?"
"i absolutely did”
—
she had brought hundreds of photos from spain
sunset beaches. tiny cafés tucked into alleyways. street musicians. bookstores with impossible staircases
you spent hours sitting cross-legged on the living room rug, flipping through them
"you would've loved valencia," she said quietly
"take me someday”
the words slipped out before you could think
she looked at you
something softened in her expression
"i’d like that”
—
one afternoon it started raining
the kind of summer rain that turned every window silver
the power flickered once
then settled
you found yourselves sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, listening to thunder
"so," she asked
"what?"
"second year of college”
"mhm”
"happy?"
the question surprised you
you thought about it
"...usually”
"usually?"
"i don't really know what i’m doing”
she laughed
"neither did i at twenty-two”
"you seemed like you always knew”
"oh, absolutely not”
"you fooled everyone”
"i fooled myself”
silence settled again
comfortable. easy
outside, rain tapped softly against the glass
"you’ve become..." daniela began
"what?"
she searched for the right word
"...confident”
you blinked
"i don't feel confident”
"no?"
"no”
"interesting”
"why?"
"because that's what everyone else sees”
—
the compliment stayed with you longer than it should have
not because it was dramatic
because it was observant
she noticed things. little things
that you tucked your hair behind your ear whenever you were thinking
that you always reread your favorite pages twice
that you hummed while making tea
no one had ever pointed those things out
—
on the fourth evening, you cooked together
which was generous wording
you mostly chopped vegetables
daniela mostly prevented disasters
"you hold the knife like you're negotiating with it”
"i’m trying not to lose a finger”
"a noble goal”
she stepped beside you
"here”
without thinking, she adjusted your grip
quick. practical
"you'll have better control”
when she stepped away, you realized your heart was beating a little faster
ridiculous. it had only lasted a second
—
after dinner, you wandered into the backyard
the air smelled like wet grass
fireflies blinked lazily across the garden
"you've grown into yourself," daniela said after a while
you looked over
"what does that mean?"
she smiled
"it means the person you are now fits you beautifully”
the words settled between you
warm. gentle. nothing more. nothing less
you ducked your head, smiling despite yourself
"i don't know how to respond to that”
"you don't have to”
—
the week passed far too quickly
on the final morning, suitcases stood by the front door once again
your mother fussed over breakfast
"don't forget your passport”
"i won't”
"and text me when you land”
"i always do”
then your mother was distracted by a work call, disappearing into her office
leaving you and daniela alone in the hallway
she smiled
"i’m glad i came”
"so am i”
there was a pause
"i have a spare room in madrid now”
you looked up
"for guests”
she clarified it with a teasing grin
"before your imagination gets ahead of itself”
you laughed
"i wasn't imagining anything”
"liar”
"i might've been imagining tapas”
"that's much safer”
she reached into her bag and handed you a postcard
the front showed a narrow spanish street glowing beneath strings of golden lights
on the back she'd written only one sentence
“when you're ready for another adventure, you know where to find me :)”
she hugged you once more
brief. warm
the sort of embrace that promised another hello rather than mourned a goodbye
as she walked toward the taxi, she glanced back over one shoulder
"you’ll visit?"
you smiled
"i think i’d like that”
she grinned
"i was hoping you'd say yes”
the taxi disappeared down the street, leaving behind only the fading sound of tires on wet pavement—and the curious feeling that sometimes, the most meaningful beginnings arrive quietly, disguised as reunions.
Please anything with dom milf!Daniela from katseye and babysitter!reader 🛐 I need her BAD
pairing. dom!daniela avanzini x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. age gap, clit play, corruption, cunnilingus, dumbification, manipulation.
being a university student who takes any kind of part–time job that allows you to study while simultaneously paying for rent and books for your degree, totally exhausting! an endless cycle where you study during the morning, leave the building at midday and go straight to some stranger’s house to take care of their children for the remaining half of the day, basically like they’re your own little ones because you have to take care of all the household chores until they go to sleep, and only then can you study for your exams... although it’s not like you hate your job because luckily you only have to stay in one house and take care of some little ones whose parents leave home. most of the children they usually look after are sweethearts, and luckily their parents are well–mannered adults, so you never have any problems in the work environment.
but what happens when your new boss is a single mother who looks too young for her age? when you first saw daniela, you simply thought she was a young mother who was surely starting a lovely family with her boyfriend, but in reality, she was just an adult woman who had recently started the process of filing for divorce. and it’s not like you wanted to think the worst about the whole situation and see everything from an inappropriate point of view, but being alone with daniela always made you uneasy in some way... your job was simple, because when you left university you only had to pick up her children from school and go straight to her house, taking care of them from noon until late afternoon when she returned from her job as a secretary in an office. it wasn’t difficult, since you had to do practically the bare minimum in your new job because your boss didn’t ask for much.
and when she starts to show a real interest in you 👀 of course, at first you thought they were just figments of your own imagination, made up by your own twisted thoughts every time you saw her. but over time you began to notice that not everything was a lie because at certain points she seemed to be being suggestive with you... of course you also thought this was another work of your own making and your mind clouded by it, but daniela certainly always assured you otherwise.
nothing better than being able to devour her pussy after having longed for so long for her to even look at you and consider you an option :( she probably let you make a move to distract herself from her recent divorce and all the stress that comes with the company,
SYN .ᐟ when lara is called to fix a leaking sink at this really rich woman’s house she goes for the job. you are appealing and and lara starts to notice that and now a married woman and her handywoman are all alone what else can happen?
smut! cheating ! (the husband is a asshole I DO NOT CONDONE) , age-gap , handcuffs , blindfold , all consensual , fluff at the end
a married young woman with a cheating husband and most importantly a grand mansion you were rich off the charts , your husband wasn’t really the man with the pants in this relationship, you made more money , ceo of your fathers company you had it all underneath your pinky.
now on a hot summer day , your kitchen sink was caught leaking and you managed to call up some handywoman who was known down at the city . an hour later a young woman in your kitchen was fixing some rusty sink pipe your husband couldn’t attend to or even try to help. now you were face to face with this lady she looked roughly 25 maybe , her hair was short , her hands all greasy and her veins defined her muscles flexed everytime she moved her arms.
“maam this pipe is leaking like shit yk that right?” lara mutters she wipes her face with her greasy hands “i’m aware i just couldn’t get to the problem till now “ you sigh leaning your body as you watched her work “ husband busy i assume?” lara tilted her head as she paused her hands , you looked at her with soft eyes “ you’re a little too invested in my personal life and not alot of working with your hands lara” you teased her “ call me a curious person ma’am i didn’t mean to” she blushed focusing again on the work infront of her .
you laughed twirling your hair with your fingers “ i gotta say curiosity is a funny little trait mmh?” lara hummed mindlessly “ makes you want to know more , want something even more , sometimes it can be dangerous but also alot of times the pleasure from knowing more makes you want to keep doing it “ . you kneeled down to lara, she was working effortlessly “ am i right lara?” you whispered your hands brushing the brunnets hand , she visibly got tense when you made contact with her . lara immediately nodded “ we all like the thrill of no one knowing what we do” lara whispered her head tilting to face you “ yeah?” you smirked “ mmh , can you keep a secret maam?” lara dropped the hammer as she leaned into you , she smelled like vanilla despite all the greasiness and the sweat from her “ i sure can baby” you smiled as soon as lara saw your smiled she took your face clashing her lips with yours .
lara tilted her head deepening the kiss , you traced her shoulder with your hands , lara felt the goosebumps forming on her skin , your muffled moans swallowed by the slow pace of your lips moving together. lara broke off the kiss breathing heavily and resting her forehead against yours “ my bedroom now” you whispered taking lara’s hand as you lead her to your room upstairs , your shared room with your husband but oh well who genuinely gives a fuck you’re husband has been cheating on you for years taking the initiative to give him payback just for one day wasn’t gonna be so bad.
you opened your door , a master bedroom in the view and queen size bed very luxurious and spacious. “ wow” lara smiled you oooked up at her “ now tell me baby do you want me?” you took a step brushing your hands againt lara’s and gently stroking her hands , the brunnette nodded immediately, you smiled at the way she was so shy “ words my love” you whispered again . lara felt flushed and nervous to speak a work “ y-yes maam i want you” she muttered her eyes drawn to you “ that’s my good girl” you praised her taking her hands again as you lead her to the bed.
“ now since you fixed my sink im gonna reward you baby okay?” you took out your handcuffs and the blindfold you had hidden in your drawer . “ you’re the lucky girl i’m using this on, not even my husband has seen this “ you smiled “ ready beautiful?” you leaned down gently handcuffing laras hand to the bed “ ready mommy” lara whimpered like a needy puppy you groaned at how sexy she sounded “ fuck that made me throb baby” you straddled lara with her hands handcuffed you took the blindfold putting it around lara’s eyes .
“ all at my mercy tonight pretty girl” you smiled pulling her face into a needy kiss , your lips moving together at a sensual pace , you immediately started rocking your hips slowly , the dent between lara’s legs growing she was heaving panting into your lips . lara tried to move but the handcuffs restricted her you wrapped your arms around her neck hands finding their way slowly rubbing the nape of her neck . “ pp-please let me touch you mama it hurts “ lara whimpered you tiled your head leaning down to lick laras neck up to the shell of her ear , her body shuddered at your move “ shhh baby you gotta take it like a good girl okay?” you whispered into her ear.
your kisses down to lara’s collarbone before you took off the handcuffs lara sighed at the removal , you pushed her body down “now let me make you feel good” lara was still in her blindfold , you unzipped her pants taking itt off leaving her in her boxers , her cock all sensitive and begging to be dealt with . your fingers traced around lara’s tummy trail you kissed down to her hips teasing her wiast band before you kiss her clothed cock “ mmph please ma” she begged again you moved down her boxer by inch , her cock sprang out , her tip red oozing with her white salty bead of pre cum. you slowly stroked her base with your hands as your mouth moved to play with her aching nipples , you took them into your mouth , your saliva making them wet as you twirled your tongue around them , lara threw her head back watching you stroke her cock with one hand the other squeezing and arousing your other tit with your mouth doing wonder to the other. “ ma please mmph m’so overstimulated please” , you smiled popping her tit from your mouth as you stroked her cheeks “ oh my poor baby we’re just getting started “ you teased as you knelt down.
you wrap your mouth around her circling your tip around her tip at first gradually going down and bobbing your head “ mmh that’s it “ lara sighs in pleasure , she trails her fingers through your hair , pushing you down as you take more and more of her. your tounge licking off around her you spit off her cock before you untie the blindfold from lara , she hisses blinking her eyes repeatedly to get her vision straight again “ hi” she smiles she was sweaty and still heavy breathing from her orgasm “ this was the reward i got for fixing the sink mmh?” you smile taking lara into the bathroom you sat her down cleaning her up you kissed her hips up to between her tits , lara groans and sighs from the pleassure rushing through her body she tilts your head kissing you slowly “i really wanna fix more of your leaking shit if this is gonna the treatment i get “ she smiles as you giggle softly at her light joke you cuddle for a bit when after lara leaves and ends up being a recurring between you two now.
Consists; Ceo x employee reader, Sectary x employee reader, Boss x employee reader, Assistant x employee reader, ot6, g!p lara, g!p daniela.
(a/n; Major lore. Yoonchae will be a part of the smut in future parts, I don't know if that's an issue but she is 18... 👀)
(a/n 2; You applied for a job at Laforteza Co, a couple weeks back. At first they declined the offer but now they accepted?)
You stepped in front of the tall buildings doors, you didn't think you'd actually get the job at a place like this. You took a deep breath, opening the glass door and stepping in. As soon as you walked in you looked around at the fancy lounge. The lady in the front desk called, "Darling, who are you waiting to see?" She typed on the computer with a rhythm of 'click' and 'clack.' You perked up remembering that you needed to answer, "Ms. Laforteza." She looked up from the computer, taking in your appearance, nice suit and heels. Hair pinned back slick. Then she went back to typing on her computer, "She'll be with you in a second, darling." You sat down on one of the chairs in the lounge. You were a bit nosy so you tried to see what the lady's name was. Her name tag read, 'Gabriela.' (Ref.) She seemed busy. Well, everyone was.
You waited in the lounge for about 30 minutes or so, you were starting to zone out before they called your name. You looked up seeing the most stunning woman you've ever seen. She wore a red dress, sleek black with a red hue on the underside. She held a clipboard in her hand, "You're Y/N right? The new employee?" You nodded, "Yeah, and you are?.." You squinted your eyes to look at her name tag. 'Megan Skiendiel.' "Megan." She looked at you, "Ms. Skiendiel, works." You looked up, your face flushed a bit embarrassed, "Y-yeah, Ms. Skiendiel, of course." She looked a bit displeased, you chuckled nervously.
"Just follow me." Her voice came out colder. You frowned slightly, were you already setting a bad impression? You walked behind her, following her into the elevator. She pressed the button to go to the fifth floor, and the doors shut in front of both of you. You looked down at your feet that were shifted. You brushed it off, you could make this better, y'know you could. The doors to the elevator opened back up. She stepped out, "It's not too far, just keep following me." You did. You continued to walk behind her.
You looked around, intrigued. Expensive paints hung on the walls. Plants in marble pots that probably cost more than your apartment. Megan stood outside the door, "She'll be waiting inside." You started to get nervous again, your hands got sweaty. You swallowed hard just getting over it, your hand twisted to the doorknob, and there she was, the CEO of the company and business. You stuttered slightly, "M-ms. Laforte-" She cut you off, "Take a seat I don't have much time to spare."
hii idk if this will make sense but you seem good with visual things!
could you write something about the katseye girls birthdays and reader gets them a cake and the girls spend time with reader in there room and what they would do? it can be fluff or suggestive however you see fit and what kind of cake and room you’d give them?
sophia gives romantic cozy. she’s such a helpless romantic honestly it can be her day and her focus would still be completely be on you. wants to make sure your comfortable before suggesting a movie so she could hold you. after dinner and some of the cake you got her maybe a small drink or two if your of age so by end the night she’ll be all over you with your permission. thats the gift she waited all day for you i can see the cake being vanilla and or blueberry. something that would surprise her since the outside is lavender and cream
daniela gives spontaneous but private i don’t think she would even be home probably rented a venue or a hotel on a high rise just to have a bed with that window view. after blowing them candles she’s distracted peppering you in kisses. she feels to many emotions to sit still she’ll be all over your lap. laying on your chest. probably doesn’t even get to the cake until the next day bc her physical wants came first. i can see the cake being vanilla or citrus. something tangy yet subtle
manon is so comfy and sweet :< her cake is definitely delicate like caramel cookie or apple honey. nothing fancy she would take you to her room and wants to take a bath with you instantly. being close to you bare and natural is the most intimate thing to give her on that day or any day. dosent even get dressed after she’ll be in a robe gushing over how the good the cake is. sleeps like a baby cuddling you. actually the only one that wouldn’t do bed related activity until the morning after when everything passes and sets in she treats you for it
lara would be a lowkey pillow princess for you. not that she’ll say it out loud but today she does love how you spoil her. doesn’t even have anything specific in mind at all just lets you surprise her. its a given that she’s a cuddlier you will definitely be laid on a lot. would take pictures of everything. herself you the cake you got her that she loves. i can see it being a half and half cake the black side vanilla the printed side chocolate. she would surly keep that tiara and pose with it all night
megan is megan just a little more emotional and attentive. she’s wouldn’t expect you to do anything big let alone get her such a pretty cake. she looks at it takes pictures of it hugs you. will do anything but wanna eat it bc its too pretty :< and its for her? she’s short circuiting. definitely takes you to her room its not even a thought in her head besides being as close to you as she possibly can. won’t be doing much sleeping. i see the cake being strawberry with small diced cherries in the middle
yoonchae has a soft spot for you after this. of all the cakes you could get the little dog genuinely tickles her. very giggly about it she can’t even hide it she likes it a lot. and the insides layered chocolates? you actually earned yourself a kiss. don’t rub it in tho just take it. she’s not fancy either would take you to her room to pull a little netflix and chill. it’s rare since she’s not usually touchy but she would lay againt your arm and let you hold her. probably falls asleep there so let her quietly
it has been exactly three hundred four days since the words finally left her lips.
"okay fine. i'll make ligaw to you." she had said it with that crooked smile that made your knees weak even back then. it hadn't been easy; sophia had spent ten months. ten whole months courting you with a patience that seemed superhuman.
she was chasing you through schedules that never ended, squeezing you into fifteen minute windows between rehearsals and recordings, making sure that even when she was miles away from you physically..
you never felt like you weren't her priority. she had wooed you until you couldn't remember what life was like without her constant, loving presence.
now, three months into actually being hers, you were still getting used to the reality of it all. you were tucked away in the back of a blacked out limo parked just outside hybe headquarters, feeling like a secret that was too good to be true. you were nervous, your stomach doing tiny flips as you waited for her.
when the door finally opened and she climbed in, your breath literally hitched in your throat. she was still in her costume from the 'animal' shoot, and the sight of her was enough to make your brain short circuit.
she was wearing that short, boyish cut wig that framed her face perfectly, paired with a sharp, tailored tuxedo that hugged her shoulders in all the right places. she looked devastating. she looked dangerous.
"mahal~ am i pogi?" she asked. her voice was honey thick and playful as she settled into the leather seat beside you. she didn't wait for an answer before she leaned into your space, those dark eyes scanning your flushed face with obvious amusement.
"sophia, stop.." you whined, immediately hiding your face behind your hands. the shyness hit you like a wave, your skin feeling too hot beneath your palms. you reached out blindly, giving her arm a weak, embarrassed slap, but she didn't flinch.
instead, she leaned closer, trapping you against the door. she could smell your perfume, and you could smell the faint, expensive scent of her hairspray and something uniquely her.
she started whispering, her lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. she started with sweet things, calling you 'baby' and telling you how much she missed you during the shoot, but her tone began to shift. it got lower. rougher.
she started describing exactly what she wanted to do to you when she got you alone, her words becoming increasingly graphic as she detailed how she wanted to feel you beneath her.
then, she leaned in until her teeth grazed your earlobe, whispering, "i can't stop thinking about how loud you're gonna scream when i finally get you out of these clothes and slide inside you."
the words hit you like electricity. your heart hammered against your ribs so hard it hurt. "fifi.. t-try me!" you managed to choke out, trying desperately to sound brave, but your voice cracked halfway through, leaving you stuttering and breathless.
sophia pulled back just enough to see your expression, and she let out a surprised, delighted laugh. she looked so smug, so pleased with herself.
"oh? so this little tuxedo is what makes gets you worked up?" she teased, her eyes darkening with genuine hunger. "good. because i'm not planning on being gentle."
sophia didn't even give you a second to recover from your own stuttering. she moved with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing exactly how much power she has over you.
before you could even try to compose yourself, her hands were on you, sliding up from your thighs to grip your waist through your skirt.
the fabric of her tuxedo jacket brushed against your skin as she pressed her body flush against yours, trapping you between the leather seat and her heat.
"you're so cute when you're flustered, mahal," she murmured against your lips, tasting like cherry gloss and something dangerously addictive. "but we both know you don't actually want me to stop."
she didn't wait for your answer. she couldn't. she claimed your mouth in a kiss that was nothing like the sweet, gentle pecks she gave you when you were out in public. this was possessive. it was hungry.
it tasted like three months of pent up desire and the adrenaline of being hidden away in the back of a moving car. her tongue swept against yours, demanding entry, and you found yourself melting into her, your fingers tangling in the short strands of her wig.
the limo lurched forward as the driver pulled away from the hybe curb, but neither of you cared about the movement. all you could feel was the friction of her thighs between yours.
the way her hands were beginning to wander. she pulled away just enough to trail kisses down your jawline, her breath hot and uneven.
"i've been thinking about this since the first costume fitting today," she confessed against your neck, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "every time i looked in the mirror and saw myself like this, all i could picture was you looking at me with those blown out pupils. all i could think about was how badly i wanted to hear you make those sounds."
her hand slid higher, finding the hem of your clothes, her fingers warm against your bare skin. when she finally made contact with you, your hips arched involuntarily, a broken whimper escaping your throat.
the shyness was still there, but it was being drowned out by something much louder, something primal that only she could trigger.
"sophia... please," you gasped, your head falling back against the seat. you didn't even know what you were asking for, only that the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable.
"please what, baby?" she teased, though her own breathing was becoming ragged. she pulled back to look at you, her tuxedo jacket hanging open to reveal the crisp white shirt beneath, damp with sweat.
her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "tell me exactly what you want me to do to you while we're driving home."
she leaned down, her lips brushing yours again, but this time she guided your hand down to the zipper of her trousers. "show me how badly you want it."
you didn't need to be told twice. your fingers trembled as you fumbled with the zipper of her trousers, the metallic sound unnervingly loud in the quiet cabin of the limo.
when you finally freed her member, the heat pouring off her skin made your head spin. sophia let out a low, guttural groan at your touch, her hips rolling forward involuntarily to meet your hand.
"that's it, baby... don't stop," she commanded, her voice dropping to a rough whisper that made your stomach flip. she reached down to help you, her fingers deft and sure as she worked to undress you.
the cool air of the limo hit your skin for only a second before she was there again, her body replacing the chill, her hands possessive as she pushed your clothes aside.
she moved with an urgency that made your heart race, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and messy. between kisses, she was everywhere teeth grazing your collarbone, tongue swirling against yours, hands mapping every inch of your body like she was trying to memorize you through touch alone.
when she finally maneuvered you so you were spread open beneath her, the sight of her still in that sharp tuxedo, looking so dominant and handsome made you whimper.
"look at me, mahal.” she murmured, her fingers finding you. when she touched you, the first stroke was slow and deliberate, testing your reaction, but when you arched against her with a broken sob, she abandoned all pretense of restraint.
she became faster, more demanding, her thumb working in perfect rhythm with the way she moved against you. you were lost in it, the world outside the tinted windows completely ceasing to exist.
there was only the hum of the tires on the road, the smell of her expensive cologne, and the overwhelming sensation of her fingers working inside you.
"you're so wet for me, aren't you?" she teased against your lips, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "all this time thinking about me in this outfit... all this time wanting me to do this."
she didn't give you time to answer before she pulled away to position herself. when she finally pushed inside you, the fullness of her made you cry out, your fingers digging into the fabric of her tuxedo jacket.
she froze for a moment, forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting as your bodies adjusted to the intrusion.
"you feel so good, baby. so tight," she rasped, her eyes locked onto yours, dark and blown out with lust. "i've wanted this since the moment i stepped into this car."
then she started to move. it wasn't gentle it was a steady, punishing rhythm that drove everything from your mind. every thrust sent sparks behind your eyelids, each one deeper and more intense than the last.
you clung to her, your legs wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between you. the limo swerved slightly as it took a turn, but you only used the motion to grind harder against her.
the friction was building, a coil of tension tightening in your lower belly until it felt like you might shatter. you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only moan her name over and over like a prayer.
"sophia, please i'm gonna.." you gasped, your back arching off the leather.
"do it, baby. let go for me right now," she urged, her own movements becoming frantic, her teeth sinking into your shoulder to stifle her own cry. "show me how much you love me."
with one final, devastating thrust, the world exploded into white light. you screamed into her neck as it tore through you, waves of pleasure so intense they left you shaking and helpless.
seconds later, sophia followed, her body tensing violently as she came inside you, her forehead dropping to your shoulder as she let out a long, shaky exhale that sounded almost like surrender.
for several minutes, the only sound in the limo was the uneven rhythm of your breathing and the distant hum of traffic. you lay there tangled together, sweat slicked and exhausted.
the sharp edges of her tuxedo pressing against your sensitive skin as she held you close, unwilling to let go even after the fire had died down.
staying friends is safe (doesn't mean you should) [SMAU]
pairings: sophia laforteza x f!reader
warnings: yearning, everyone needs a hug, a lot of shipping, eventual smut, fluff.
sophia's got a new boyfriend, you'll always be stuck being the best friend. but sophia's yearner eyes are really hard to hide, and the feelings never fade.
CHAPTER 30: i think there's been a glitch
a/n: guys when animal came out i searched it up on spotify to play it and accidentally played animals by maroon five. I GOT JUMPSCARED IM CRYINGG THAT WAS SO FUNNY
