Sports Car
Summary: We can uh-uh in it.
Top!Dani, Car sex mhm, Dani and her red Mustang, Strap, Talks of exhibitionism but I promiseeee no one can see, Semi-public, calling her 'mami'
A/N: Oops, I got distracted, this is not part of the Juno Series. I just got inspired by Tate's new album. I'm sorry to my CM and Marvel followers! My international girl group is coming through. (Should I create a separate account or just a master list?)
I also might have butchered some Spanish phrases, I apologize. Please correct me if I misused them!
Also... I just know her strap game is insane. Taking reqs for her bc she’s so pretty hihi
Now Playing: Sports car - Tate McRae
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Her baggy denim jeans hung loosely around her hips and her muscles flexed in time with the music. Her crop top clung tightly to her body, emphasizing every move she made. Her movements were sharp and precise but also seemed so smooth and sensual.
Daniela Avanzini danced in such an intentional way, every move done to keep your eyes on her and capture everyone’s attention. And right now, she has all of yours. It was like the other members weren’t even present in this practice room.
Or maybe, it’s because you were deeply in love with Dani.
The girls were used to having you around, loved it even. The first time you were introduced happened around the area after all, as you stayed frequently in a cafe they often visited down the street.
After finding out that you always waited in the cafe for Dani to finish practice—and that time they caught you waiting outside the studio because the cafe was already closed—they started inviting you to stay in the studio as soon as you were finished with your work.
So they started letting you in, they just reminded you often to keep quiet about the things you see in the studio.
Not that you pay attention, given how much you only look at one certain woman.
So much so that you felt like a peeping freak right now sitting at the back of the room and watching your girlfriend with a searing look. Your eyes followed every drop of sweat that trailed down her chest and your gaze lingered on that sliver of her white boxer shorts peeking out from her jeans. The hardened muscles on her stomach looked good enough to ride and it showed in the way you were looking at her.
The way her hips moved reminded you of the long nights spent under her body. Her hips rammed against the back of your thighs as you took her in, her years of dancing made sure her stamina never depleted.
Your cheeks reddened and your heartbeat spiked at your invasive thoughts. You feared that if someone were to look at you now, they would know exactly what you were thinking about.
And as soon as you thought that, you caught Daniela’s eyes and her smirk in the mirror. Now, every single move she made was done to tease you. Knowing that your eyes were on her and that you were in such a state because of her, pushed the blonde to dance more alluring. Every sway, every thrust, and every tired grunt seemed to be aimed your way.
Even with her years of experience, she still somehow found a way to make her movements more enticing.
As soon as their dance instructor dismissed them, you thanked whatever higher being there was for ending your Daniela-induced torment. The said girl gestured that she’d be right back, going with the girls to the comfort room to change out of their sweaty clothes.
It was nothing new as they often had their own short debriefings while in the bathroom. The blonde had other plans in that bathroom, however.
The desperation you felt in the studio had yet to subside as you waited next to Daniela’s red Mustang in the parking lot. You were trembling in your own skin as you watched her walk closer to you while saying goodbye to her friends. Daniela had a gym bag slung over her shoulder as her gray sweatpants hung low on her hips, boxers still peeking out, and her hoodie tucked under her sports bra.
“Enjoyed the view?” The blonde smirked as she leaned against the driver’s door. Daniela looked so beautiful in front of you right then—bare-faced with her natural curls loose. She looked gorgeous, even with that frustrating smug look that made your knees weak. It took everything in you not to get on your knees and worship the woman—her V-line looked deep enough to cut you open.
Daniela loved how much her dancing affected you and used that to her advantage, every single time.
It took a lot for you not to falter and somehow, in her presence, you still did.
“You-! You’re teasing me.” You huffed out and made your way to the passenger side. Daniela beat you to it and apologized playfully as she opened the door for you.
“For my princesa, my pretty but distracting passenger princess.” She left a lingering kiss by the corner of your lips and closed the door when you sat down, with a bright blush on your cheeks and a soft ‘thank you.’ The nickname and her Spanish accent had an instant effect on you: jellied legs and crimson cheeks.
As soon as Daniela was settled in the driver’s seat, you questioned her. “Hey! What do you mean by distracting?” You scoffed playfully, you really didn’t want to be a bother to her during practices. But time and time again, she had assured you that she loved having you there. Something about the girls saying she danced even better with you around.
Daniela started the engine and the sports car purred to life, the owner smiled at the sound. She loved this Mustang more than anything, a proof of her hard work through the years. So to you, the blonde looked attractive like this. With her long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel and her other hand on the gearshift. Your mind was wandering to other places like where else her fingers would look and feel good.
She pulled out of the parking lot and smirked at you once again, “That. That look on your face is why you’re distracting, baby. You look like you’re about to eat me alive.”
Even with the cold air in the car, it did nothing to stop the growing flush on your cheeks. You were caught red-handed.
“And it’s distracting when you look at me like that. I made a mistake today. Me!” Daniela raised her hands in exasperation as you laughed and shook your head.
“Ah, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. I’m sorry I was distracting you.” You apologized, leaning over as you kissed her softly on the jaw. The muscles flexed against your lips and a prominent gulp made its way down Daniela’s throat.
“It’s not my fault you look so good.” You admitted weakly as you sat back down with your body facing her. One of her hands stayed on the steering wheel but the other went on your upper thigh. You felt your skin contract when Daniela left her hand there, your body so reactive to her touch. It was so close to where you wanted her.
Her playlist blared in the background, as she hummed distractedly. Daniela could feel the heat radiating from your center, her fingers were itching to move. So she drew tight circles on your skin.
Daniela thinks she heard your breath hitch.
I think you know what this is.
She smiled with reddened ears and said, “Thank you, princesa. But it took everything in me not to take you in front of everyone right then and there.”
I think you wanna uh…
A familiar shiver went down your spine as Daniela quickly took her eyes off the road to look at you so heatedly. In that brief glance, you saw your desire reflected back at you. It was like looking at your own reflection—lust-heavy eyes and flushed cheeks.
No, you ain’t got no Mrs.
You couldn’t believe someone who prioritized the safety of her car more than anything would take a dangerous moment just to admire you. Daniela took a glance at you at every red light, her eyes memorizing you.
Oh, but you got a sports car.
This time you also unabashedly took the time to memorize her features. The soft glow of car lights gently framed her face. You took notice of the way she maneuvered the steering wheel with practiced ease, her palm guiding it so smoothly. You watched her intensely and smiled at the way she drove. Her driving style was akin to a player who has a million girls on her roster.
We can uh-uh in it,
You tested the brewing waters, “You know, you drive like a guy, Dani. You look like you’re about to fuck me in the backseat then break my heart.” It was a joke, a halfhearted one. You don’t know where that came from but it was what you noticed every time she drove you home.
Or maybe, it’s what was going through your mind watching her the entire night.
While you drive it real far.
Daniela’s fingers tightened around your thigh and her index finger briefly twitched, tracing your clothed wetness. You let out a strangled moan at the sudden sensation that shot through your body. At the sound of your voice, Daniela was quick to find an almost empty parking lot and stopped the car.
Yeah, you know what this is.
“I can do one of those things, mi amor. I can fuck you in my backseat now, but I will never break your heart,” Daniela’s hands grabbed your hips and urged you to climb over the center console to straddle her lap, “You own my heart, you know?”
She looked at you with so much conviction that it made your heart skip a beat, “You own mine, Dani.”
However, the soft moment quickly dissipated in the next second, the heated tension slicing through it. Daniela wanted to see you shatter for her.
“But I can break you in other ways though.” Daniela added as you felt something poke your center when you sat down on her lap. You let out a surprised gasp, “Fuuuck, Dani… that’s not fair.” You whined as you started to grind down on the plastic toy hidden under her sweats. “When did you even have the time to put this on?” You gasped as she pushed you down on the toy, moving your hips back and forth on her lap like a fuck toy.
Daniela chuckled smugly, “I caught on the moment I saw the way you were looking at me. So I wore your favorite toy as soon as practice finished.” She smirked as she continued to watch the way you moved on top of her, enjoying the satisfaction of rubbing your clit against her toy. You had the nerve to blush brightly and tried to hide your face in the crook of her neck.
Were you that obvious? Daniela answered for you.
“God, you’re always so easy to read, princesa. So fuckin’ easy for me.” Her words were affecting you immensely, setting your nerves on fire. Daniela left open-mouthed kisses on your neck and trailed up to your lips. You gave in to her instantly.
Your arms wrapped around her neck with your fingers tangled in her curls as she kissed you roughly with her hands nearly bruising your hips. The feel of her mouth is not new to you but Daniela still managed to kiss you like she was drunk on your taste. The force of her body sent you reeling backward and your spine hit her steering wheel hard.
Her car honked noisily, surprising you both and pulling you apart.
With heaving breaths, Daniela pulled away from you slowly with a laugh, savoring each moment and each taste. She stared at you with hard eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. And when she found none, Daniela was quick to take what she wanted from you,
“Come on, then. Get in the backseat.”
You eagerly obeyed the dancer and crawled towards her backseat. Once you were situated in the cramped backseat of her sports car, Daniela had you on all fours with your face against the tinted window of her car. She hurriedly pulled down your pants and panties, eager to get inside you and hear all the pretty noises you make for her.
Daniela moaned at the wetness that pooled between your legs. All of that was because of her, and her ego seemed to triple in size.
“I bet the others can see how desperate you were for me a while ago,” Daniela pushed your top and balled it up in her fist. You felt yourself heat up at her words—you were truly too far gone when it came to Daniela. Her tight grip on your clothes indicated how badly the woman behind you wanted to have her way with you. She was as eager as you were, so you quickly agreed and offered yourself to her, “Mhm… It’s all for you.”
Daniela hummed her agreement, “As it should always be, princesa.”
You looked back in time to see her pull down her sweats halfway to take out her cock, her prominent V-line peeking out from the hem of her sweats. You spent many hours tracing those lines by her hip bones, obsessed with how her muscles would twitch beneath your fingertips. It was a sight to see then, so you engraved it on your mind, but that doesn’t mean you would stop admiring them anytime soon.
Daniela savored the way your eyes traced her hardened muscles and thrust her hips forward, rubbing the toy against your wet pussy. And with every thrust, her stomach flexed and the indents on her hips deepened.
You could combust at that moment, just at the mere sight of Daniela putting on a private little show for you and the feel of her cock on your cunt.
“So fucking hot, Dani.” You pushed back against her, wordlessly asking the woman to move faster and just have her way with you. Hearing your voiceless pleas, she slowly pushed her cock inside you.
“Mierda,” Daniela cursed sharply at the tightness she was met with. The Latina dancer felt you grind back against her even more at that one simple word. She knew how much it turns you on whenever you hear her speak her mother tongue, so she does it around you as much as possible.
She chuckled at your immediate reaction, “Que linda, mi amor.”
You couldn’t understand what she was saying but it didn’t stop the pathetic whine that escaped your mouth at the words coming out of her mouth.
When she was all the way inside you, you were a begging crying mess under her, “It’s too big, Dani!” You sobbed as she stilled her hips, trying to let you adjust. Daniela cooed at you and rested her head on top of your shoulder to kiss your cheek in an attempt to soothe you.
However, Daniela’s movement caused her hips to push deeper into you, making you cry out and grab at her thighs to try and stop her—the stretch getting a little too much for you. So much so that Daniela could feel it, feel how tight you were around the plastic toy.
Daniela placed both her hands on your hips and tried to let you adjust to her size. But looking down at you and seeing your eagerness, the Latina dancer unconsciously moved her hips. Around you, it was like she had no control over herself. You were too beautiful like this.
You immediately reached for the car window with your palm pressing against the glass in surprise. A scream of Daniela’s name had her apologizing profusely, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, baby. I can’t help it. You just look so pretty around my cock.” She left kisses on your shoulder and started to grind her cock into you slowly, gradually getting you used to her size.
When she noticed that your pained whines soon transformed into loud moans, Daniela quickened her pace inside you. She held your waist tightly while your face was pressed up against the window along with your palms. Every thrust rewarded Daniela with a resounding whimper of her name, “Oh my god, Dani! You feel so good!”
The windows started to fog up with every whine that hit the glass. Daniela grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you look outside the window as people passed by the red Mustang to get to their own cars. Some were stopping a few feet away from Daniela’s car, after all, a red Mustang did always catch the crowd’s attention.
Daniela grinned at your attempts to quiet down, your teeth digging into your lower lip, nearly drawing blood. “What if they can see you through the tint, huh? See how tight and slutty you get for me? I bet you’d like that,” The dancer grunted through her thrusts as she watched the way you were tensing up, getting closer and closer to your orgasm.
You were quick to shake your head ‘no’ and disagree with her. You didn’t want anyone seeing you like this because you were hers—only hers to see and use. But with her words and her actions, your body can’t help but react otherwise. As much as you wanted to answer her, you feared that if you opened your mouth, loud moans would penetrate the glass.
But Daniela was not having your silence. She gripped your hair tighter and whispered harshly in your ear, “Come on, tell me, princesa. Do you want others to see you like this? Let others touch what’s mine?”
Daniela’s words rang in your ears, melting what dignity you had left and switching off your brain. “N-no! Please, mami, I’m yours. Only yours.” The title slipped accidentally, you didn’t even mean to say it. But with the overwhelming pleasure she was making you feel, you had no control of your mouth anymore.
Daniela groaned at the name, she felt shivers run down her back when she heard you speak in her language. “Se una buena chica para mami, princesa. Be a good girl for me,” So rather than stopping, Daniela fucked you even harder. Her hard cock pressing incessantly on that spot inside you.
You had no time to worry whether people were seeing the car bounce from outside or not. You were too focused on the pleasure building up in your stomach.
“Fuck, Daniela! I’m gonna cum on your cock, mami, please!” You begged and Daniela only smiled widely at the sound of your voice, her hips unstoppable and ensuring that you felt good.
“Cum for me, princesa. Give them a show. Tell them why you’re mine.” Daniela commanded and you obeyed, a deafening moan spilling out of you as you came around her cock, “You make me feel so good, mami! I’m yours, fuck—!” You babbled uselessly as you trashed against her as if you weren’t in the backseat of her car.
The dancer watched with a proud smile as you came around her—she pressed gentle kisses to your spine as you rode your high. Daniela whispered praises in Spanish and English, reassuring and praising you endlessly.
When you calmed down, she pulled out of you and kissed your shoulder blades. You were breathing heavily as Daniela wiped the insides of your thighs with a clean towel from her gym bag. “You did such a good job, amor. Satisfied yet?” Daniela smirked as she urged you to sit back down on her lap. You whined at the toy still attached to her hips poking your throbbing clit.
You weren’t sure you would ever be satisfied when she looked good like this—legs spread confidently and her grip on your hips certain.
“Dani, you have to stop being this hot. I can’t keep coming home with shaky legs.” You complained half heartedly as you wrapped your arms around her neck and hovered over her thighs. “Aww, but you can’t go home yet. We still have to talk about you calling me mami.” She teased you as she placed you over the toy again.
Your cheeks reddened as you mumbled a soft, “I didn’t mean to, you just felt too good in me.” Daniela reassured you with a soft kiss on your lips, “Oh, it was hot, baby. I need you to keep saying it.”
And so Daniela smirked, continuing, “Come on, don’t stop yet. You ride in my car all the time, so ride mami this time now, princesa.”
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And when the dancer was asked the next day why it took her a while before coming back to the girls’ shared house, all she did was shrug and laugh.
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Mierda - "shit"
Que linda, mi amor - "How pretty, my love."
Se una buena chica para mami, princesa. - "Be a good girl for mommy, princess."
