Hootie Frutti’s music video came out hours ago, but you still can't stop watching her.
You were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, laptop open on the coffee table, replaying the same few clips over and over.
Daniela was everywhere on the screen — being wet and moist all over, showing her stomach, looking straight into the camera.
You leaned closer to the screen, smiling softly to yourself.
The front door clicked open.
Daniela walked in, still in her practice clothes, hair slightly messy, cheeks still a little flushed from the long day. She dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes.
“I’m home,” she called out, voice tired but soft.
You quickly paused the video and looked up at her.
She stopped when she saw the laptop screen frozen on her face.
“…Have you been watching the MV this whole time?”
You nodded, a little embarrassed. “Kinda. I couldn’t stop. You looked so good today.”
Daniela’s expression softened. She walked over to the couch and sat beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder as she glanced at the paused video.
“You’re so whipped,” she murmured, but there was a smile in her voice.
You turned your head and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
“I am. Especially for you.”
Daniela stayed quiet for a moment, then slowly lifted her head and looked at you. Her eyes were warm.
“Come shower with me?” she asked quietly.
You didn’t need to be asked twice.
The bathroom filled with steam as the hot water ran. Daniela stood under the spray, eyes closed, letting the water soak her hair and roll down her shoulders. You stepped in behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder.
She leaned back into you immediately.
“Feel s’good,” she mumbled.
You kissed the side of her neck softly, once, then again a little lower. Daniela tilted her head to give you more space, a quiet sigh leaving her lips.
Your hands moved slowly over her wet skin — across her stomach, up to her breasts, gently cupping them.
She covered your hands with hers, guiding you, letting you feel how soft she was under the water.
You turned her around carefully so she was facing you. Water dripped from her lashes as she looked up at you. You kissed her — full of everything you had been holding in all day while watching her on set.
Daniela melted into it, arms sliding around your neck. The kiss grew warmer, more needy, but still soft. Her tongue brushed against yours as her body pressed closer.
You lifted her slightly, pressing her back against the cool tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around your waist without hesitation, still kissing you like she never wanted to stop.
When you finally pushed your cock inside her, both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths. She was warm and tight around you, and the feeling of being this close after watching her all day made your chest ache in the best way.
Daniela’s hands cupped your face as she kissed you between soft moans.
“I missed you today,” she whispered against your lips.
“I was right there,” you answered, smiling a little.
“I know… but I still missed this.”
You kissed her again and started moving a little deeper, still keeping the pace intimate. Water ran down both of your bodies as she clung to you, legs tightening around your waist every time you pushed in.
Daniela’s soft moans mixed with the sound of the shower. She kept looking at you the whole time — eyes half-lidded, lips parted, completely focused on you the same way you had been focused on her all day.
“Mngh—fuck,” you murmured against her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this all day… watching you, wanting to touch you.”
Daniela let out a soft, shaky laugh mixed with a moan when you rolled your hips.
You slowly starting to move with steady thrusts that made her breath hitch every time you pushed in. The water made everything slick, the sound of your bodies moving together mixing with the shower.
“Dani…” you breathed, pressing your forehead against hers. “You’re always so tight… shit.”
She whimpered quietly, fingers digging into your shoulders.
“Keep talking,” she whispered. “I like when you talk.”
You kissed her neck, still moving slowly but deeper.
“I couldn’t stop looking at you today,” you said, voice low and a little rough. “Every time you danced, every time you appeared… I kept thinking about coming home and doing this—being inside you.”
Daniela’s head fell back against the tiles, a soft moan slipping out.
You laughed quietly against her skin and thrust a little harder, making her gasp.
You adjusted your grip on her thighs and started moving with more purpose. Every time you pushed in, Daniela made these soft, breathy sounds that went straight to your head. Her hands slid up into your wet hair, pulling you closer so she could kiss you again.
“Gosh—so fuckin big f’me,” she whispered between kisses. “Don’t stop… please.”
“I won’t,” you promised, kissing her harder. “I’ve got you.”
You kept the pace steady, grinding deep on every thrust, feeling her walls flutter around you. Daniela was getting louder now, soft moans turning into quiet cries against your mouth. You could feel her getting closer — the way her legs tightened, the way her breath kept catching.
“You close, baby?” you asked, voice low.
She nodded quickly, eyes half-closed. “Mhm… don’t stop, don’t stop—”
You kissed her again and pushed in deep, holding yourself there while grinding against her. Daniela came with a broken moan, body shaking in your arms as she pulsed around you.
You kept moving through it, slower now, letting her ride it out. The feeling of her clenching around you pulled you over the edge too. You groaned softly against her shoulder as you came inside her, holding her tightly while the water kept running over both of you.
Daniela eventually let out a quiet, content sigh and nuzzled closer.
“You’re so soft with me,” she mumbled. “I like it.”
You smiled and kissed her wet temple.
“I like taking care of you,” you answered quietly. She pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and a little sleepy.
“Then take me to bed after this,” she said. “I still want you. You laughed under your breath and kissed her again.
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
—
By the time you both finally stopped, the room was quiet and the sheets were a mess. Daniela was lying half on top of you, her head resting on your chest, one leg thrown over yours. Your fingers moved slowly through her damp hair while she traced lazy circles on your stomach.
Neither of you spoke for a while. Just breathing, skin against skin, the kind of quiet that only came after hours of being tangled up together.
Daniela eventually shifted a little and looked up at you, chin resting on your chest.
“What do you think of Hootie Frutti’?” she asked suddenly.
You blinked, then let out a small chuckle.
“What do you mean?”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.
“The song, Y/n. Tell me your thoughts,”
“Oh.” You thought for a second, still playing with her hair. “Well… I think it’s fun. It’s like those phonk Brazilian TikTok songs.”
Daniela immediately punched your arm — a quick, playful hit before she started laughing against your chest.
“You’re so annoying,” she mumbled, still laughing. “Comparing our song to TikTok phonk.”
You grinned and pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her.
“I’m just being honest. It’s catchy. And you looked really good in the MV.”
Daniela huffed, but she didn’t pull away. She settled back against you, still smiling.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered.
You kissed the top of her head. “Wow, how lucky i am.”
She stayed quiet for a moment, then mumbled against your skin,
“Next time just say you like it.”
You laughed softly and tightened your arms around her.
“I do like it. Especially because you looked good in it.”
Daniela didn’t answer, but you could feel her smile against your chest as she closed her eyes.
"CAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE SUCH A HARD BOY, BABY; AND THAT'S JUST THE FIX I'M INTO LATELY."
in which megan finally gets lara to play fortnite with her! but instead of queueing duos megan accidentally queues trio fills; and just to lara’s luck they get into a match with a streamer… a streamer who lara slowly becomes attached to.
☆ PAIRING(S) : student!lara raj x fem!streamer!reader
☆ WARNING(S) : profanity, suggestive themes, mental health topics,
☆ TAGS : wlw, fluff, angst, inspo. by kiley, miscommunication, she fell first, she fell harder trope, reader is the biggest loser oat, streamer + college au | divider by @/httpssturns
pairings: sophia laforteza x fem!singer!reader
synopsis: when sophia finds love in someone else, y/n chooses distance over confession, letting the years they spent as each other's safe place fade into memories neither of them know how to forget. what sophia mistakes for growing apart is really the quiet heartbreak of y/n learning how to let go.
usually love stories begin with saying “i love you” theirs begin when neither of them does.
“you were all at once 'til the fade to black. 'til the yellow glow turned a little sad.”
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the lips i used to call home (so scarlet, it was maroon)
pairings: sophia laforteza x f!reader
warnings: yearning, eventual smut, suggestive themes, everyone wants everyone, etc.
everyone thinks sophia laforteza and leon barreto have a crush on each other, even leon's own sister. but as you slowly get to know her, life takes a strange turn, and fate reveals it has other plans.
CHAPTER 13: i can't help it if you look like an angel [HALF-WRITTEN]
You sling your bag over your shoulder, adjusting your dress as you step onto the street. Your eyes don’t catch the hoard of people outside, let alone the paparazzi ready to jump on you. A gasp leaves you, and then before you can process it, hands are pulling at you from all the corners.
Your vision blurs, your nose stops functioning. You’re suffocating in real time, too many people touching you, two seconds away from a lawsuit. Your breath trembles, inhale, exhale. You can do this. Focus on a different object. It’s fine. You’re still shaking.
A hand wraps around your waist, and you think it’s going to drag you into a shady street, maybe you’ll be kidnapped, holy shit—
You feel your body get dragged up before you can resist it. You close your eyes, and before you know it, there’s a voice next to your ear, whispering they have you. “You can open your eyes, you’re safe.” You gasp, and their hand comes to cover your face for a moment before letting go, looking down to see if anyone’s figured out she’s dragged you to a rooftop.
“Are… aren’t you the shadow thing? Everyone’s been talking about you— what the hell. Wait, is it just you? Where’s your partner?” You begin to ramble and the figure gives you a look that you think is a smile. "Are you wearing a mask? Is that what that’s supposed to be?"
The figure shushes you, making you turn around, and before you can question any further— it’s gone.
pairing: daniela avanzini x masc!girl choreographer reader
content: slight nsfw, angst, more arguing, making out, pet names, jealous!dani, toxic gay shi, bratty!dani, reader being wrapped around dani’s finger
song: the birds pt.2 - the weeknd
word count: 4.3k
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it had been almost a week since you had started choreographing for katseye.
their practice room still felt strange to be in — like you had slipped into an alternate dimension where you had made the group, where you were a global superstar.
the first couple days went almost perfectly — being reunited with the girls was fun, and you loved the concept of their new EP. it was fresh and camp, and just chaotic enough for you to come up with some great ideas for choreo.
the other girls were nice. sweet, and just as hilarious as you remembered them. you had missed lara and manon’s bickering, sophia’s obnoxious laugh, and megan and yoonchae being sickeningly cute.
it was almost perfect, because there was still daniela. daniela who seemed to purposefully defy you, roll her eyes whenever you talked, scoff whenever you ran through a move. it had been four days, and she still hadn’t made eye contact with you— at least, not on purpose. you had somehow managed to go the whole week while barely uttering a word directly to each other. it was almost— not even almost, definitely— like she was determined to give you a hard time.
it was a late thursday night. you had decided to hang back and polish your ideas for the second verse of ‘gabriela’ so you and the girls could run through it the next morning.
you shuffle into the studio, slinging your duffel bag onto the floor in the corner.
what you didn’t expect to see, was daniela already inside, sweating in front of the mirror.
at first, she didn’t notice you. ‘gabriela’ was echoing softly from her phone, and she murmured the lyrics under her breath as she moved. she was going over the combo you had taught the girls the day before.
you were about to rush out and leave, but the way daniela danced had always captivated you. the moment reminded you of when you had first met her a year and a half ago, watching her dance through the studio mirror of the dream academy t&d building.
she rolled her hips to the beat of the music, and your eyes raked over her body, which was barely covered by her red dance bra and black sweatpants. sweat glistens on her abs under the low light and your throat dries up immediately. you’re frozen.
you try not to drool too much as you lean against the door frame, watching her bring your choreography to life in such a way you couldn’t imagine. you had always worked so well together, which is one of the reasons why the way things worked out was such a shame. clearly, the cohesion between both of your methods of working was still there.
finally, daniela noticed you, and fell out of her turn, albeit gracefully.
“what are you doing in here?” she addressed you, her tone short and irritated.
“i was just gonna rework some choreography.”
daniela scoffed, humming to herself. “good, it could use some work..”
“oh, really?” you cross your arms.
“yes, really. there’s messy parts everywhere.”
“maybe if you could get the moves down quicker, they wouldn’t be as messy.” you counter back. “i saw you fall out of that turn.”
“only because you distracted me. i didn’t know you were stalking me.”
“i’m not stalking you,” you scoff. “don’t flatter yourself, avanzini. i’m working.”
“it’s about time. surprised you’re not at some party getting high with that amelie girl.” her words drip with annoyance, and a bit of something else. jealousy. you know it well.
“who?”
“are you serious?”
you blink, genuinely lost. was that the name of the girl from the party the other day? these days, you couldn’t keep up.
“classy, y/n, real classy.” she mutters.
“give me a break, daniela.” you turn away from her, pulling your speaker out of your bag.
“what are you doing?” she watches you.
“setting up.” you shrug, as if it’s obvious.
“no, you need to find somewhere else! i’m busy, i don’t need you in here annoying me.”
“well, since you think my choreography is so bad, why don’t we work on it together?” you shrug, pulling your hoodie off your shoulders. there are those famous biceps again. daniela can’t help but let her gaze fall to them. she remembers how she used to trace them with her fingers, and grip them while you—
“—fine.” she murmurs, snapping herself out of her thoughts before they can materialise too much. “…if you’re going to stay in here, keep on that side of the room. and try not to make too much noise.”
“yes, ma’am.” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes at her.
her stomach twists a little at the nickname, but she gets back into position, starting up the music again.
“i had an idea to run by you, actually.”
she huffs, pausing the music again and pushing her hair back out of her face. “what part of don’t make noise don’t you understand?”
you pointedly ignore her attitude, used to it by now. your circumstances mean you can’t.. deal with it as you usually would. “trust me, i- i think you’ll like it.” you take her phone from her, moving the music slider to daniela’s spanish part of the song. you remember when you first heard it when you were trying to brain storm ideas, how you immediately thought of how beautiful she sounded, how you wanted to highlight that as much as possible.
“sohey said the choreo for this song is supposed to be pretty sensual,” you begin, “a bit more sexy than anything you guys have done before. and i really like this part. so uh, i planned this section for you in the middle, i thought it would fit.”
“for me?” daniela raises an eyebrow, but she looks excited to hear more.
“uh, yeah,” you nod. “this song probably means alot to you, right? i know you always wanted to represent your roots, so singing in spanish—“
“yeah. it- it does mean a lot.” dani nods, but not letting go of your previous statements. “i- but you planned a section for me?”
“well, during your verse. i thought it suited you, i don’t know-“ you start running through the choreography you had in mind, not going full out, but showing her the basic steps. “cause the whole thing is very latin ballroom type stuff, which i know is your thing. so i would have all the girls around you at this point, and then,” you pause in the center. “and then, after that, you turn, and well, shake your—“
daniela laughs. a real, bubbly laugh that echoes off the walls of the dance studio. she can’t help it. the way you trailed off shyly. it reminded her of how you used to act around her during t&d, how nervous you used to get around her.
“—you want me to shake my ass?” she finishes for you with a laugh, finding the whole situation wildly amusing.
“n-not me specifically!” you try to de-escalate the situation quickly , but she’s still grinning menacingly, like she’s highly enjoying your newfound bravado being down. “i just- its for the choreography.”
“the choreography, right.” she nods, taking pity on you, but still smiling.
“i mean, i can change it if you’re not comfortable doing it—“
“oh, no, i’m comfortable. i just wanna know if you’re comfortable.”
you swallow, scratching the back of your neck. “oh yeah, no, i’m fine.”
you guide her to the center of the floor. “so the rest of the girls will be in formation around you at this point, just to highlight the moment a bit more.” you stand behind her in front of the mirror, your front just inches away from brushing against her back. somehow, you both control the urge to lean in to each other to make the connection. the air conditioner whirs in the background as you both take a moment to ground yourselves.
“do you want me to practice it full out right now?” she makes eye contact with you in the mirror.
“if you want,” you say as casually as possible, and your breath tickles her neck. “sure.”
the tension between you is palpable, all unflinched, raw desire. it’s almost as bad as how it felt at the party. but this time, you’re all alone at the studio in the middle of the night. you ache just thinking about how easy it would be for both of you to just do it and get away with it, uninterrupted.
but you don’t want it. daniela doesn’t either. you swear.
she maintains your gaze as she runs through the steps you showed her, and you hold your breath when she gets to the big moment, her hips rolling fluidly to the music as you had instructed.
in your head you thank the gods that she’s wearing sweatpants so you can’t actually see anything too much for you to handle. all the better to stop you from turning into a bit of a wreck. it doesn’t however stop you from staring, or imagining the movement currently happening underneath them.
the look you give her when she’s finished gives her a feeling that shoots straight down between her legs. your eyes have gone a little darker, and even under the low studio lights, she notices. she always notices.
she adjusts onto her other foot, breathing heavily. “how about that? is that what you imagined?”
“uh, yeah.” you nod, clasping your hands together. your throat feels dry again and you lick your lips to wet them. “good, yeah. good hip isolation. perfect. i would just-“ you reach out to guide her hips to the left a little, and even the light touch sends sparks between you as you curl your fingers around her warm skin. you snap your hand back to your side quickly. “..just be more facing outwards.”
daniela hums, pleased with herself. you take the time to collect yourself. it’s a lot harder to be around her like this without a bit of liquid courage. “huh. look at that. you’re shy again. didn’t take long.”
“i’m not shy.” you grumble out. “i’m just tired.”
“i thought you’d be used to girls grinding like that in front of you,” she says, and the minute she starts this — whatever this is — the room grows warmer. “since apparently you’re some sort of heartbreaker now.”
you scoff, shaking your head, but your denial is half-hearted. “i’m not- no, that’s not it at all.”
“megan seems to think you’ve fucked half the girls in the valley, that true?” her words are so direct that you’re taken aback. she watches you carefully, studying you for how you react to her mini-interrogation.
“megan’s exaggerating.” you decide to combat her with a joke instead of trying to reason. “maybe not half, maybe like a quarter.” you jokingly grin.
daniela doesn’t seem amused, taking your joke more seriously than intended. honestly, she believes it. a year ago, her fumbling nerd being capable of that? no way. but now you look— you look like it could be true.
and there it is. you found her weak spot, a way to level the playing field again. she was always so possessive of you. of course back then, when she would seldom show that side of her you loved it, relished in it — you craved for her to want you so strongly, to show that she wanted you to be all hers. now, you couldn’t care less. (right?)
“not funny?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as a half a sly smile appeared on your face.
daniela’s chest burned. fuck. why was it so easy for you to flip everything around on her now? “i’m going home.” she bent over to grab her phone and bag.
she had to find some way to get the power back over you. it’s not like it would be hard, she knew exactly what made you tick. what would be hard, was doing so without.. without letting herself get too into it in the process.
you don’t let her get away that easy. something about this new verbal dance between the two of you was intoxicating.
“cause, i was talking to lara yesterday—“
“what did she say about me?”
“why so quick to assume it’s about you, mami?”
you freeze as soon as the words leave your mouth.
daniela blinks.
“i didn’t mean—“ the old nickname had fallen from your lips before you could stop it.
you blamed it on the environment. being in the dance studio with daniela, late at night, working hard until you both found perfection, it was all too familiar.
daniela doesn’t say anything.
“do you know the girl y/n was with at that party the other night?” daniela had asked lara, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“who?” lara frowned, confused.
“uh, i don’t know.” dani pretended to think. “she had like, curly hair, and she was gripping onto her like someone was going to snatch her away.”
“maybe someone would,” lara giggled. “y/n is pretty popular these days. it’s so funny, she’s like a lesbian sex symbol or something.”
daniela’s brow twitched in disgust, and again ignoring the burning in her chest that always seemed to arise when this topic came up. y/n wasn’t the same, fumbling, nerdy girl anymore. and that was partly dani’s fault.
“do you know her or not?”
“damn, girl.” lara pulls out her phone, going through y/n’s following. “maybe if you hadn’t left so early that night for whatever reason, you would.” she spins her phone around to show dani the girl’s instagram profile. “i’m pretty sure they hooked up after, but knowing what y/n gets up to these days, i’m not surprised.”
manon snorts, also peering at the profile. “she kinda looks like you, dani.”
“she looks nothing like me.” daniela scoffs, but her lips twisted in irritation.
“uh-huh.” manon and lara say in unison, unconvinced.
“she said you were asking about me.”
dani makes a mental note to tease lara later for her inability to keep a secret, but for now, she just huffs. “i did not.”
“that’s not what lara said.”
“lara doesn’t know what she’s talking about. she likes drama.”
“oh really?” you don’t believe her for a second, your expression turning smug.
“uh-huh.” she continues towards the door, desperate to escape this conversation and go home and take a cold shower before she does something she regrets. she opens the lyft app on her phone, twiddling with the ends of her curls.
“you want me to drive you?” you asked.
daniela blinked. “what?”
usually, with you, that was code for ‘you want to fuck in my car?’
which daniela knew.
she looks at you, considering it.
“a drive.” you repeat. “you and me.” you were about to say ‘like we used to,’ but you bit your tongue before the words could fall from your lips. “i mean, i’ll drive you home. i didn’t see your car out front.”
it had only been a couple of days, and here you were already going back on your promise to yourself to avoid her as much as possible outside of practices. but you had to get her to make this easier for you, even just a little. neither of you wanted this, and it was fine. but no matter how much you tried to not care, to just do what you were being paid to do and get on with it so you could move on to the next job, you couldn’t take her being mad at you. you never could.
an angry daniela avanzini was like a hurricane, swallowing everyone up in her path with her intense glare. she was usually sweet, friendly smiles and warm eyes and loud giggles.
and you missed that about her.
“no. no, i don’t.” she said simply, and left the practice room, the door slamming behind her.
you sighed as you watched her leave and went back to packing up your dance bag. it’s dark out, and you should probably call daniela an uber, so you hope she’s not too far away by the time you get outside. you wipe your forehead with the bottom of your shirt and swing your car keys around your finger as you head out to the parking lot.
-
when you make it out of the building, you’re surprised to see daniela leaning against the hood of your black bronco.
“well? are you gonna drive or not?” she says as she sees your approach, tapping her foot impatiently, and looking unimpressed, as if you had left her waiting for hours, when it had been about two minutes.
“you literally said you didn’t want me to drive you.” you say back, almost exasperated. almost. you try not to smile.
“i changed my mind.” she crossed her arms, and you knew she was toying with you by the way her eyes gleamed. “hurry up, i’m hungry.”
you said nothing more, fumbling with your keys to unlock the door, and daniela let herself into the passenger side.
it was fairly new, one of the perks of your big paychecks from some projects you worked on in new york, so daniela hadn’t been in it before.
“how did you know which one was my car?”
“it’s like the only one left in the lot, loser.” she scoffed. “that, and the stupid spiderman bobble-head on the dash. you’re such a nerd.” you can see she’s holding back a smile as she flicks the figure with her finger, the head bopping up and down.
you put the key in ignition and the engine rumbles lowly, the music you were playing that morning before you headed into the studio softly spilling from the speakers. daniela traced her fingers along the leather seats.
“do you know the way?”
“uh, no,” you shake your head.
daniela rolls her eyes, as if you’re supposed to automatically know where she lives now. “make a left.”
you follow her verbal directions, the only words you two seem to exchange the whole way.
eventually you ended up outside the katseye house. most of the lights were off already, except the living room one, and you could see the glowing light of a tv screen through the drawn blinds.
when daniela got out of the car, she slammed the door, but not hard enough to make a statement. “i would’ve driven myself but manon drove me in and i didn’t want her to wait for me tonight, she’s out.”
“it’s fine,” you say. you didn’t say that you liked driving her around, being her chaperone, making sure she was taken care of. you leaned over the center console, rolling down the window. “you need a ride tomorrow?”
“no, i’ll drive. i was just tired this morning.”
“okay, well if—“
“i’m not going to text you.” daniela cut you off quickly. “besides, i’m blocked, remember?” her eyes shot daggers into your own, sharp, narrowed. she heads towards the house.
you roll your eyes. “really? this is what this is about? why you’re being such a—“ you pause, taking a breath. “—why you’re being so difficult during practice? because i fucking blocked you on instagram?” your tone was incredulous, like the whole situation was incredibly childish.
apparently the wrong thing to say, because dani came storming right back towards your car, her shoes padding firmly on the concrete drive. “yes. yes, that is what this is about. are you serious?”
she looked.. hurt.
you didn’t get her sometimes. you didn’t get her at all.
she started this whole thing. she hurt you first. you thought you were doing the right thing.
didn’t she understand what she did to you?
honestly, sometimes you didn’t either.
“you know this is your fault?” she says. “sophia thinks the whole reason they’re making you choreograph for us is because fans think we don’t like eachother anymore.”
“well, don’t we?”
“yes, but that’s not the point. you didn’t have to block me. did you forget your media training, or are you really that much of an idiot?” she snaps. “now we’re stuck with eachother for however long until this gets squashed.” you could see the tiredness in her eyes as her facade cracked for a moment.
you dragged your hands over your face helplessly. “tu me matas.” (‘you’re killing me.’) you groaned, and you noticed how the blinds from the house moved a little, as if whoever was inside had peeked out to see what all the commotion was outside. “if you’re going to yell at me, can you at least do it inside the car?”
surprisingly, daniela listened to you, and clambered back into the passenger side, furiously slamming the door again.
“jesus, dani, do you want to take it off its fucking hinges?”
“i don’t give a fuck about your stupid car.” she grunts. “it’s stupid, you’re stupid. i hate you, you know? when you left dream academy, you–”
“when i left what? don’t act like you tried to reach out, like you gave a shit.”
“y/n, you know it’s complicated.”
“so you get a pass to do whatever you want, but i don’t? come on, dani, don’t bullshit me. i don’t even want to talk about this right now.”
“neither do i.” she says, and now you’re left staring at each other.
“fine. so we won’t.” you agree, but your voice is a little hoarse now. the air between you feels thick again.
“fine.” she echoes roughly, her eyes still locked on yours.
it only takes a second before her lips are on yours.
she kisses you hard, despite her better judgement (and yours), and presses into you harshly. the kiss is bruising and unforgiving, and her knees bump into the center console as you push your own lips back onto hers. daniela’s hands move quickly from your face and to your shoulders, as if she’s so caught up she doesn’t know where to put them. she ends up settling them around your neck, gripping you tight.
you groan into her mouth, almost immediately collapsing into a mess at the taste of her on your mouth again. the want leaves you breathless, and you whine a little as her fingers tuck on the baby hairs at the back of your neck. you feel her lips curl against your own at the sound, and you know she heard it, but you don’t care. she already knew she could turn you into a mess, and she liked it.
you shift in the driver’s seat to the side so you can grip onto her waist in the way you know she likes, possessive and wanting. her skin feels hot under your fingers and she gasps into your mouth. the feeling between you is explosive, and suddenly your hands are everywhere, trailing underneath the hem of her tank top and laying them flat against her stomach.
the kiss grows sloppier as your tongues slide into each other's mouths, the desperation radiating off of both of you from the familiarity of each other's bodies making your head thrum loudly. you suck on daniela’s bottom lip, biting down on it roughly, and she sinks her nails into your biceps, feeling her pussy clench around nothing. it was too much how much she ached for you, how much she wanted to feel you inside her again finally.
you bring a hand up to her chest, flicking her nipple with your thumb over her tank top, and she sucks in a sharp breath. her noises make you buck your hips in the air, and you start to get a little impatient. this was all you both had wanted since you had first set eyes on each other again, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.
you’re so overwhelmed by want, that you don’t even feel her fingers curl around your wrist and drag your hand down between her thighs, until you feel the heat radiating off her even through her sweatpants. “fuck,”
“you feel that, y/n?” daniela pants against your jaw, peppering kisses along it. “hate how much i missed you, look what you do to me.”
the groan that comes out of you from her words comes deep from the pits of your chest, and you try to pull her over the console to settle in your lap, but she doesn’t budge, trying to draw another needy whine out of you. dani missed this, having you like putty in her hands again, always willing to do anything for her.
daniela pulls away for a moment, and you try to chase her lips, but she pushes you back with a hand on your chest, her breath hot against your ear. “drive around the block for a couple minutes and then come round the back.”
you blink, all the air from your lungs gone. you can’t even remember how you both ended up like this from how much your head is spinning. “w-what about the gate?” your eyes drifted to the large fence around the property.
“what, you got all those muscles and you can’t jump a fence?” she says mockingly, a pout on her lips which are swollen from kissing. “five minutes. then around the back. don’t make me wait. got it?”
you nod dumbly, knowing better than to disobey an order when this was all you really wanted.
“there’s my good puppy.”
-
“was that y/n outside?” yoonchae asks when daniela finally walks in the house, turning her head round to the front door from where she was cuddled up on the couch, a bowl of buldak in her lap.
“yeah.” daniela mumbles breathlessly, her heart still racing.
“did she drive you home?” sophia asks casually, her eyes trained on whatever movie the two girls had been watching on the tv screen.
“yeah.”
sophia and yoonchae share a look as dani hurries up to her room without another word, already waiting for you.
a/n: incoming smut soon😅😅 please comment thoughts & if ur enjoying!! keeps me motivated :)
pairing: daniela x sophia
summary: sophia hates her bassist. daniela gets tired of being treated like shit.
warnings: +4.8k words. brat!sophia, g!p daniela, hatefucking, degration, slapping, pathetic dom!daniela. idk if there are any more tags, but if there are, pls tell me so i can add!
this was written specially for @m4nonz who asked me so nicely.. te quiero mami!
They were the biggest rock bands of the time.
It was insane how big they got, but not a surprise. Sophia was the prettiest vocalist with the voice of an angel and obviously, super sapphic with the rumours of being the biggest heartbreaker in the industry.
Megan was a guitarist that had some kind of homossexual tendencies with the other guitarist that was Lara.
Manon rocked those drums like her life depended on it.
And there was Daniela on the bass. She was quiet, had a few stans because of how mysterious she looked and how little people knew about her life.
She would show up, play her bass, post something on Instagram at the end of each month about her shows, and that was it.
Never a selfie, or anything related to her personal life.
Fans even came up with theories that she was married and had an entire backstory no one knew about.
Which was practically impossible, considering how massively successful the band was. She would never have had the time to manage a family behind all of that.
It was nice being the one who didn't get that much attention. She liked it. It suited her.
She was quiet, she played quietly, she fucked quietly, and no one ever knew.
No one even paid attention to her, except people who were really big fans and well…
Sophia.
Sophia fucking hated her guts.
To her, the bass was useless. She never knew that use it had on the songs, and honestly, no one could ever notice for her if the bass disappeared.
Daniela tried to prove her wrong many times until she gave up trying.
For Sophia, Daniela was an extra paycheck that was wasting money that they could spend on real things, things they really needed.
(Even though the band made so much money that the complaint was just something spiteful out of the singer.)
Every show, they had the same arguments.
Honestly, the other girls had no idea why Daniela hadn't quit yet.
She had already made more than enough money to disappear and make sure no one ever heard from her again.
But she genuinely loved what she did, and she wasn't about to let Sophia Laforteza get under her skin enough to change that.
At least, that's what she thought.
Because one day, Sophia managed to annoy her in a way she never thought anyone could.
Daniela was usually calm. She never raised her voice back or paid much attention to Sophia's targeted tantrums.
"The bass isn't even that important, you know that, right?"
"Can't we move Dani farther to the back? Nobody pays attention to her anyway. That way Lara and Megan can get more of the spotlight."
"Dani, you won't mind skipping rehearsal today, right? I mean, it's not like you need to rehearse. It's only four strings..."
It was always that nickname, spoken in that same painfully condescending tone, and Daniela could feel it getting under her skin.
Normally, she would have let it slide. She would have played her bass from the back of the room, or even walked away if it became too much.
She got along well with the other girls in the band, but Sophia was the lead singer. It wasn't as if Daniela had that much of a voice when it came to decisions.
And honestly, she preferred it when no one defended her. It only turned things into a bigger drama than it needed to be.
Once, Megan had decided to take her side, and Sophia had made the girl's life miserable for nearly a week and a half before she finally apologized.
Daniela knew how to deal with Sophia. She knew silence bothered her more than any argument ever could. And she knew that, deep down, Sophia was just looking for a reason to pick a fight.
The others had already left the studio after recording their parts, but Daniela was still there, calmly packing up her things.
Sophia was already at work, sitting on the floor, furiously scribbling in her notebook.
Then, for some damned reason, she turned her attention to Daniela.
"You know, Dani, I think we could lower the bass in this particular song and just leave the guitars. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
It was her solo in that song.
Of course she minded.
So, for the first time, she stepped away from her usual calmness and gave Sophia exactly what she seemed to want.
She simply said no.
Sophia blinked confused a few times, not understanding it very much, like she never heard the word in her life actually.
“No? What do you mean no?” She said with a crooked smile.
“I mean no, Sophia. It's my solo, you know this is important.”
“Everyone has had solos before, and the bass isn't that important to have one.”
“Everyone but me. It is important, you know it is. I've proved it to you every single time that the bass matters.” Daniela snickered almost, trying not to sound so demanding.
“You don't like the attention on you anyways, why does it matter so much that you gain now? This song is better without you, you know? You make it sound much darker than it should've been.”
Daniela's jaw tightened as she stared back at her.
She pressed her lips together, taking a slow, steady breath.
Part of her wanted to just give in and let it go, but she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.
"Sophia, it's important to me that this song keeps the bass. I wrote it alongside the other songwriters. It's just as much my song as it is yours. Can you let me have something for once in the history of this damn band?"
Sophia just stared at her, as if it were a complete shock to hear her speak that way, to hear her dare use that tone with her.
“You don’t understand, Daniela…”
Sophia began to get up, walking toward the girl.
The forgotten nickname was already buried beneath the sweetness the older woman had a talent for feigning whenever it was convenient.
“This band is mine. I’m just informing you.”
“And pretending this is a decision I get to make?”
A strange half-smile formed on Sophia’s lips as she tilted her head to the side.
“Great that you understand, then. So we’re on the same page, okay?”
Daniela’s breath hitched as she thought about it.
She could just let it go. She could give in and stay quiet, lower her ears like she usually did.
But this was her moment, too. She was part of the band, too. Suddenly, everything felt incredibly unfair, and—
“No, Sophia.”
That was it for the singer.
She pushed Daniela hard against the wall, which made the girl let out a single little sound.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Sophia’s hand remained pressed against Daniela’s shoulder, keeping her pinned there. The look on her face had changed completely. Whatever fake sweetness had been there before was gone.
“Don’t do that.”
Daniela stared at her, stunned.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t tell me no.”
There was something almost frighteningly calm about the way Sophia said it.
Daniela swallowed.
She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, she wanted to look away, she wanted to give in. Her mouth was watering and she felt like she could throw up.
Sophia was so fucking close to her face. She wanted to punch her so bad that it was more of a vision than a desire.
But she felt so small under her touch, it was frightening.
And the worst thing that could ever happen to a human, happened to her right then.
She could feel the bulge under her pants starting to grow.
Sophia looked down, and her mouth opened, closed, trying to think as Daniela wanted to crawl under the next thing she could think of.
“Are you fucking for real right now? You're getting turned on because I'm literally fighting with you? You're a fucking psycho.” Sophia spat on her words.
Daniela could feel the shame crawling under her face, bright red adapting to the whiteness that covered before.
“I'm not turned on, this is a normal physical reaction to a woman pushing and.. I don't know, rubbing herself against me!” She tried to defend herself but that only made Sophia mock her.
“You're such a pervert, oh my god. I'm not even touching you. This is so disgusting..” She said, but her hand went straight to the volume that the pants had.
She grabbed it, a strong grip that made Daniela whimper on the spot, but instead of going soft because of the touch, she only grew harder.
That gained a laugh from Sophia.
“Fuck off… you're hard because I'm humiliating you.. do you go home and jerk one off for me everytime that I'm being a bitch? Because that's so usual that I'm thinking you're a little, pervert, little bitch…” The words were hitting Daniela like a train.
It was so shameful. But so so so hot.
The sentence was what really ended her because her eyes darkened, watching Sophia being so smug about this.
She had to do something to prove that she wasn't just a pathetic thing.
So she did the most logical thing at that moment to prove her wrong.
Grabbing Sophia by the collar was easy, but pushing her down onto the nearby sofa came with greater strength that Sophia didn't even know Daniela had on her.
The muscles that we're usually hiding in large shirts or even sweaters appeared through the tank top she was wearing.
She watched Sophia like a prey, and the girl, for once, was quiet.
“Cat got your tongue, Laforteza?” She asked with a laugh, and Sophia trembled.
She never saw how much of a demon Daniela could be, but she was about to discover that.
Almost instantaneously, the curly-haired girl kissed the singer. It was a forceful, even rough kiss, in which Daniela licked her lower lip and pulled at it hard enough to draw blood.
Whimpers brought on by the desperation of the kiss escaped Sophia, but she made no attempt to pull away or do anything other than kiss her back, even though her own body screamed at her not to.
If Daniela had known that, deep down, all of it was pent-up desire, she would have acted on it with the older woman much sooner.
Her body moved on its own, her erection pressing directly against Sophia’s cunt, rubbing against her through their clothes.
It was almost pathetic how much she had grown from nothing more than simple touches and a kiss, but she didn’t care about it.
Not until Sophia stopped just to speak again:
“You’re so… so… stupid… look how hard you are for me, Avanzini…”
That earned her a slap across the face, turning her face away by the force as Daniela then grabbed her by the neck, cutting off her breath.
“Are you done pinning me as a little bitch and ready to shut up for once?”
Sophia opened and closed her mouth, outraged that it had happened. But feeling her cheek burning the way it was was enough to make her fall silent.
She muttered something Daniela didn’t care to listen to, grabbing the older woman’s legs and making her wrap them around her waist.
This time, the way she rubbed against her was more explicit; she ground herself against the covered cunt and licked her neck like a hungry wolf.
She left deep hickeys scattered across her skin, earning small complaints from the singer.
She knew it wasn’t right, after all, Sophia worked with her image. But Daniela couldn’t have cared less about that.
She nipped at her skin hard enough to leave small red spots from the broken blood vessels, along with the familiar purple bruises, moving down toward her collarbone.
Her blouse getting in the way made Daniela quickly take care of that, tearing through the fabric with ease, which made Sophia whimper.
“What the fuck… when did you get so strong?” the older woman panted, tilting her head to the side in confusion, though that confusion was already beginning to mix with the arousal she was feeling.
Daniela simply gave her a little smile.
“I always was. You just never cared enough to notice. Who do you think carries Manon’s drum equipment all by herself everytime?” Daniela said, licking her neck once more before moving down her body.
Her cock ached inside her pants, but she didn’t care about that now, wanting to give Sophia the attention she deserved—or, rather, didn’t deserve. But honestly, Daniela needed it too.
Sophia's boobs were perfect, so pretty that it made Daniela's cock twitch. She could picture herself coming against them perfectly, how beautiful they would look with her cum all over them.
But instead, she made herself satisfied by glistening and coating them with her own saliva.
Sophia’s body no longer seemed to be responding to her own will, only to her needs. Her hips moved up and down, searching for any friction, while her moans grew louder as Daniela’s mouth moved all over her, licking and teasing her nipples.
One of her hands worked through one boob while the girl licked her, taking advantage of how wet it was just to provoke her body entirely.
Alongside, she left little purple bruises all over her breasts, hickeys like an adolescent that was just discovering how to use their mouth.
Not that she didn't. She knew perfectly how to not bruise anyone, but it was Sophia. If she was going to continue being a bitch to her the next morning, at least she had something to remind herself that she wasn't in the place for that.
“Please, Dani… fuck, that's enough…” Sophia whimpered, bringing one hand to the younger woman’s hair, trying to push her away from her breasts, which had become red all around.
They were sensitive and throbbed slightly from the force she was using, but Daniela didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
She wrapped one arm around Sophia’s waist, encircling her completely, able to pull her in and even lift her body. Instead, she seemed to become even more eager against her breast.
Sophia only whimpered more, whimpering louder as she pushed Daniela’s face away until she finally lifted it.
Her lips were swollen and her hair slightly disheveled, but it was clear that this wasn't all that she could do with her mouth.
“Stop pushing me away, Laforteza…” the younger woman muttered under her breath, but she readily relented when she noticed how red Sophia’s chest had become. She lowered her kisses down her abdomen, marking her entire body without caring in the slightest.
Until she reached the shorts.
Those damn short shorts Sophia wore to every rehearsal they had, showing the curve of her ass, always teasing Daniela from a distance.
The truth was, Daniela had eyes. There was no denying that.
Sophia was absolutely delicious, despite being a fucking pain in the ass to her. And it had been a constant nightmare inside Daniela’s own head, imagining how good she could make Sophia feel if she were ever given the chance.
And well, the chance was right in front of her.
She lifted Sophia’s hips, pulling her shorts down in one fluid motion.
The scent of the older woman hit her like a direct attack on her lungs. It was sweet, sickeningly sweet. She smelled like everything good that existed in the world, and it was absurd.
She calmly rested her face against Sophia’s thigh, lifting the older woman’s body further until she was partially lying across the couch.
Sophia’s lower back was raised, her figure angled upward until her back and shoulders were supported against the armrest.
Her head remained upright, though she seemed barely able to hold it there as it rested against the back of the couch, whimpering like a little puppy as she once again brought one hand to Daniela’s hair.
Daniela started kissing her covered cunt. Sweet and slow kisses, as she was taking full advantage of how wet she was through her panties.
So much that she couldn't hold a comment.
“Fuck.. you're so wet like this, Soph… are you that desperate for me? So desperate for the so-called little bitch of yours?”
She didn't realize what she had said in the moment, but there was no taking back.
Sophia opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the sounds wouldn't come out of her.
Instead, she could only moan when Daniela licked her panties.
It was such a sickening sight, promiscuous to the extreme. But Sophia couldn’t tear her eyes away from her.
When Daniela finally removed her panties, a sigh of relief escaped her, accompanied by a shiver from the slight breeze against her wet cunt.
She whimpered, raw and needy, pulling at the younger woman’s hair, trying to guide her back toward her.
And Daniela, of course, wasn’t going to miss the opportunity, sinking against the older woman’s pussy all at once.
Sophia moaned rather loudly at the obscene contact, directly against her clit. Daniela sucked at her the way she kissed her.
It wasn’t rough though; it was sweet and slow, using her tongue deliberately around her and taking in her entire taste.
Which was definitely the best taste Daniela had ever experienced in her entire life.
Her tongue was used in the best way possible, licking her all over, going down slightly just to press the tip of her tongue inside, but moving back up almost immediately.
She sucked on her clit as if her life depended on it, giving everything she had, but never moving too quickly. She noticed that Sophia only encouraged her when she went slowly, deliberately, something completely calculated.
“That… fuck, just like that, Dani. Goddamn, your tongue feels so good… Jesus…” Sophia whimpered, moving her hips against her.
She ground herself firmly against Daniela’s mouth, always moaning tearfully, pushing the younger woman’s hair toward her cunt the entire time.
She threw her head back, putting on a visual display that Daniela felt sick about missing, which sometimes made her open her eyes to look at her, causing her tongue to become a little more sloppy.
That seemed to drive Sophia even crazier.
She used those little moments to grind herself even more against the younger woman’s face, taking advantage of Daniela’s tongue for her own pleasure, feeling herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
It wasn't a surprise when she came, but she did so violently that messed Daniela all up.
She didn't stop the same moment that she realized Sophia was orgasming.
She continued, stimulating her clitoris and pussy, licking up all of her orgasm and feeding on her fluids as Sophia trembled.
Her legs tried to close, her mouth uttering the most profane curses and pleas for her to stop for a moment, trying to push Daniela away, which she only did once she was satisfied.
Now her face was flushed, reddish. Her lips were wet and more swollen than ever, her gaze lowered, somewhat pleading as she looked at Sophia, resting her face against her stomach, her curly hair completely disheveled by now.
Sophia breathed heavily and deeply, completely out of rhythm from the overwhelming orgasm she had just experienced.
She gently stroked Daniela’s hair with her long nails, sighing softly and closing her eyes as she rested her head against the arm of the couch, sinking a little deeper into it to relax her body.
But it was obvious they were far from finished.
Daniela didn’t notice the wet spot that had grown in her sweatpants, her cock leaking pre-cum as she made Sophia orgasm.
She had been rubbing herself against the couch the entire time she was sucking on the older woman’s cunt, and that was sickening to her.
She lifted herself up, lying over Sophia’s body and sealing their lips together in a sweeter kiss this time.
That made the older woman grumble softly, letting out little low sounds against Daniela’s lips as she moved them against hers.
Sophia didn’t notice as the younger woman got rid of her own pants, only realizing it when Daniela had to pull away, kneeling on the couch.
Sophia watched her anxiously, stretching herself slightly to adjust, spreading her legs wider in a clear encouragement for Daniela.
Not that she needed it. Her cock ached inside her boxer from how badly she wanted the singer, but it was definitely a perfect sight and a great incentive.
She got rid of her underwear next. Her cock sprang free, hitting against her own stomach. It wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely thick.
Veins ran along its length, the tip pink like the younger woman’s flushed face, and honestly, Sophia never thought she would see a cock as beautiful as Daniela’s in her life.
“Fuck… you’re… thick…” Sophia whispered like a prayer, which earned a little laugh from the bassist.
“You think so, baby?” she said, and Sophia nodded her head vigorously.
Daniela laughed again, a tiny sound, as she grabbed both of the older woman’s ankles, pulling her body toward herself.
She slowly positioned herself between Sophia’s legs, and Sophia bit her lower lip in anticipation. Daniela brought one hand to her dick, stroking it slowly before bringing the tip to the singer’s entrance, rubbing against it gently.
This earned moans from both girls for different reasons.
Daniela moaned because of how hot it was, because of the unfamiliar contact, because she was finally doing what she had wanted most—to put Laforteza in her place.
And Sophia moaned from the simple contact, from still being sensitive after her previous orgasm, from feeling Daniela in the rawest way possible.
Daniela seemed to notice that only afterward, muttering softly as she pulled back slightly, which made Sophia furrow her brow.
“I forgot… a condom… fuck, I don’t know if I have one with me.” She rolled her eyes in sheer frustration at her own stupidity, still keeping one hand on herself, masturbating slowly.
Sophia simply shook her head, wrapping her legs even more tightly around the younger woman’s waist and pulling her closer.
“Fuck, Daniela… you can’t be serious… just fuck me already, damn it.” The singer grumbled in frustration, which made Daniela stare at her in surprise.
“Without a condom?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to get up and leave.” The singer threatened, and that quickly made Daniela get her act together.
She went back to grind her dick on Sophia's cunt, coating herself all over with her slick, soft sounds coming out of her mouth as she got ready for her.
She didn't prepare Sophia in any way for her, and even though she wasn't so big, she knew that her thickness could be too much, so she slowly started penetrating.
It was so raw, and it burned a little, like a shock that was coming in waves towards the whole body.
Sophia's hands went to grab her shoulders, pushing the younger girl's body more for herself, whining a little bit everytime that she opened her up more and more.
Daniela moaned with her, bottoming her out as soon as she pushed herself all inside.
Sophia whimpered, her nails digging on the girls back, crying out because of how much she had inside. She felt so full, it was absurd.
They stayed quiet for a moment. The only sound coming out of them was their breath, hard and desperate.
The curly hair was falling onto Daniela’s face, but she couldn’t care less, simply lying on top of Sophia and lowering herself to press her face against her neck. She bit into it while slowly moving inside.
Sophia moaned loudly at the movement, but encouraged her, slowly grinding her hips against Daniela’s pelvis. That made Daniela grow even more aroused.
She moved her hands above the older woman’s head, then began moving in and out of her slowly.
Her movements were met by Sophia’s grinding, her hips moving along with Daniela whenever she thrust forward. Everything was profane and excessively promiscuous; the sight was almost sickening to Daniela.
Sophia’s moans practically filled the entire room, echoing through it as she wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s neck and pulled her against her own neck, encouraging her to continue the bites and kisses she was receiving while being taken so crudely.
Daniela licked her pulse points, repeatedly biting the places she had already marked because she knew they would be sensitive, while her movements inside the older woman began to grow faster.
She no longer cared about preparing her or whether she could take it. She knew she needed to sink deeper into her, and that was exactly what she did.
She delivered rough, powerful thrusts. The only sound echoing besides Sophia’s moans was the constant meeting of their hips, clapping against each other as Daniela grunted and growled while fucking her, taking her completely.
Sophia scratched her back hard, to the point that it made her skin sting, but the Latina barely cared about the older woman’s roughness. On the contrary, it seemed to make her fuck her even harder.
Amid those grunts and moans, Daniela pulled away. Her hands went to Sophia’s hips, holding her in place as she began sinking impossibly deeper inside her.
The movements were so brutal that Sophia swore she was seeing heaven before her—or hell. Her mind emptied in a way that left only Daniela inside her, literally.
She felt so full, so incredibly full, that she couldn’t help but speak.
“Y-you… oh… fuck, fuck, Dani… so big… you’re so… you fill me up so well… a-ah!” she exclaimed breathlessly, whimpering as her cervix was relentlessly used amid those firm thrusts.
Daniela simply smiled at the older woman, her hoarse moans and growls leaving her breathless, the words coming from her mouth broken and faltering.
“You're so.. fucking tight.. you will remember m-y fucking cock forever in-side of you, Sophia.. every-time you're being.. a damn.. bitch… with me.” She punctuated those words by fucking herself harder inside of her.
That made Sophia crumble, another orgasm coming up violently, making her shake uncontrollably. She was already sensible and the way Daniela was ramming against her wasn't helping at all.
But the younger girl didn't stop. Her stamina seemed only to build up with another orgasm from her. Sophia was growing more and more desperate as thrust after thrust was hitting inside her sensitive and spent up cunt.
“Arg-h! Daniela! Fuck, fuck, th-ats enough, oh my god.. oh! It's.. it's too much, nhng” She cried out, tears streaming down her face.
Daniela got down on her body, licking the salty tears, smiling as her hips never faltered for even a moment.
“You're going to be so.. so selfish and not make me cum, Soph? What kind of leader are you?” Daniela pouted, and Sophia’s tears seemed to get worse.
Her hands that were pushing Daniela away, started to grab her towards herself more. Her hips that were trying to run from her touch, went back to grind and roll against her dick.
“That's it.. good girl, let me.. use you, you'll get so fucking full… of my cum.. of my babies..” She groaned, and backed away again.
Her hands, which had been on Sophia’s hips, tightened even more, holding her firmly in place as she began to use her body however she wanted.
She pounded into her with relentless movements, paying no attention to the tears streaming down or the younger woman’s tearful moans, which begged her to finish already, pleading for it, pleading for a pause.
“Tell me you can take it,” Daniela growled.
“I… I can… I can take it…” Sophia cried out, a pout forming on her lips.
“That’s it… be quiet and take it, bitch… you can do it… fuck… so tight…”
Only a few more thrusts and Daniela came inside her.
Streams of cum spilled inside Sophia as Daniela moaned loudly against her, her body going almost limp as she lay on top of the girl, pushing herself inside one more time just so she could feel completely full of her cum.
“Yes.. fuck.. so good baby..” Daniela whispered, gaining strength to separate her body from hers, only to back her hips away, watching as Sophia's cunt spilled her cum.
She groaned loudly, pushing herself back inside, and grabbing her body, hugging her tightly, whispering in her ear;
“You'll never forget that the bassist was the one that fucked you this good. You'll be always coming back for more, your pussy is mine now.. I'm going to use you everytime you piss me the fuck off.”
you call daniela into your office with complaints about her less than appropriate attire.
content: fem!reader, ceo!reader, office siren!daniela, power imbalance (ceo x employee), very inappropriate clothes in the office, daniela is a tease, and very obsessed, reader is described as being cold & strict, you're a very stressed out person, assistant!megan makes a brief cameo word count: 2.0k note: photos are intended to represent daniela, reader can be imagined however you like!
unlike most people, daniela is actually excited when your assistant calls her into your office. it's never usually a good thing — you don't exactly have the best reputation with your employees — but daniela grabs her files and heads down the hall with a skip in her step, ignoring the questioning looks her co-workers send her way. even your assistant looks a little apprehensive as she opens your door.
it's her first time in your office, and daniela can't help but smile to herself as she finally takes it in. the windows overlooking the city's skyline are even vaster than she imagined, and everything is so sleek. she can't explain it, but the sight of your casual luxury makes her stomach flip. she wouldn't put it past you if the pens on your desk are made of real gold.
you look up from your computer and eye daniela with a less than amused expression. she's wearing the mandated blazer all employees are required to don, but aside from that, nothing else follows the dress code. her heels are just a little too high, her shirt just a little too unbuttoned, enough so that the lace of her red bra peeks out, and she wears her skirt, cropped shorter than permitted, just a little too low on her hips.
beside her, your assistant blushes. she's always had an eye for the prettiest of your employees and daniela clearly has an effect on her. you wave her away, "it's okay, megan. i can take it from here."
megan nods, embarrassed at being caught, and swiftly exits the room, clicking the door shut behind her until it's finally just the two of you.
"take a seat," you motion to the chairs in front of your desk. daniela instantly sits down. she's been planning this since she first started working here, there's absolutely no way she's about to fuck it up, so she's happy to let you believe you're the one in power for the time being. "do you know why i've asked you here today?"
daniela shakes her head, "is it the project i'm working on?"
she leans forwards to slide the files onto your desk, ever so subtly pushing up her cleavage as she does. your eyes track the movement and you swallow. she smirks at that. most people might call you cold and unfeeling, but daniela always knew you had emotions underneath all your layers. you just need a little push.
"i've been receiving complaints from several employees about your uniform, or rather lack of it," you explain, tearing your eyes away from places you shouldn't be looking. with how quickly you regain your composure, daniela would've thought she'd imagined the whole thing if she didn't know better. "they've been calling it distracting, and monthly reports show a decline in work progress directly linked to when you started dressing inappropriately."
daniela sighs. while she can admit a part of her gets off at the way they stumble over their words when talking to her, the co-workers she spends her days stuck with are not the ones she wants to make flustered. sure, she enjoys the power it gives her over them, especially working in a role many people would call powerless, but they're not the ones she wants to bring to their knees.
this whole thing has been about you.
down from her sheer tights to the placement of her earrings, it's all for you. she gets ready each morning, drawing on deep red lipstick and imagining how it'll look smudged on your shirt collar, all in an effort to capture your attention. yet you, aside from your earlier slip up, seem to be made of stone.
when she passes you in the hallway, you don't even turn your head, and on the rare occasions she gets called in for a meeting, you barely even glance up. if she started stripping right now, would you even react? maybe your jaw would clench, and those hands she can't get enough of would tighten on your armrests, but aside from that, you'd probably go back to looking right past her.
she slips her blazer off one shoulder, just to see.
nothing in response.
"does it distract you?" that's what her whole goal is, after all. to make you obsessed with her the same way she is with you, to render you breathless, completely at her beck and call. she can imagine it so clearly; the ceo of one of the most influential companies in the world rendered to a whimpering mess at the feet of her employee.
you don't deign to answer her question.
"this is an office, not a strip club. i expect my employees to maintain an air of professionalism in the work place," you tell her instead. "that's not much to ask."
daniela can't help herself; she rolls her eyes. god, she's obsessed with you, but she's spent so long eyefucking you from her cubicle that she's forgotten how annoying you can be when you open your mouth. she knows so many better ways to put it to use, if only you'd let her. if only you'd look at her for more than a second. "oh please, if there's anywhere you need to be it's a strip club."
you raise a brow. in all your years as ceo, no one has ever dared talk to you like that. it should be infuriating. you should be firing her right now, and you would in a heartbeat if she wasn't so... captivating. it's admittedly the first bit of excitement you've had in a while. "explain."
"i'm just saying, maybe it would do you some good. you're so uptight, and you fire everyone within a hair trigger, so maybe if you relived that tension of yours you wouldn't be so understaffed."
your first thought is, how does she know we're understaffed? but it's honestly pretty obvious. in recent months, you've fired more people than you've hired. not over unreasonable things, you defend, but stuff you maybe could've overlooked if you were in the right headspace. some of them deserved to go, though, like the man you caught openly lusting over daniela after he'd just been talking about his wife. you wouldn't re-hire him for all the money in the world; you already have it.
your second thought is that she's right, god damnit she's right.
people have tried to get through to you. family, distant friends, the concerned co-worker, but no one, not even megan, your closest confidant, could reach you. in favour of more work, more late nights distracting yourself with whatever you can find to occupy your brain so you don't have to think about the loneliness that lingers in you like a plauge, you pushed them all away.
it's not just a lack of intimacy either, even if that does play a role. it's the long days at the office, the coming home to an empty bachelor pad and cooking a meal for one. it's remembering people you were close to, people you thought you had something with, only for them to reaveal they just wanted a promotion or your money, not you.
but daniela doesn't seem like that.
if she wanted a promotion, she's the type to just come up to your desk with the statistics as to why and then just ask. you're sure of this and yet, even still, a little part of yourself told you she only wanted to use you.
you know it's a horrible thought to have, to think everyone is out to get you, plastering on fake smiles your way while ulterior motives lie beneath their skin. to think so lowly of the people you're surrounded by, to be greeted with genuine connection and immediately chalk it up to deceit. it's awful, but you've been hurt more than once, and you're done talking risks.
it's the reason why you haven't made a move on daniela.
you're not blind; anyone can see the way she tries to tempt you. what they can't see, however, is the way it's working.
it's one thing to think about your employee in that way — even if she's the one initiating it — it's another to make a move on her. it goes against every code of conduct you've ever read, every moral you've ever held.
so, you pushed it down. hid how badly you wanted her to have her way with you, hid how you thought about her late at night when you couldn't sleep, pent up with no way to relive it. at least no way that'd satisfy you as much as she could.
when she walked through the building, intentionally swaying her hips, you looked right past her, holding your breath until she was gone. when she handed in a report with her lipstick stained kiss on the top corner, you resisted the urge to smear the mark against your thumb, to press your own lips to the page exactly where she did, barely holding back from imagining what her lipstick would look like on you.
honestly, it's a miracle you've kept your self control for this long. you need her more than anything you've ever needed in your life.
daniela can see it too.
she's always suspected, and now, with the way you're looking at her — eyes raking over her figure, mouth slightly open —she knows.
"say the words," she tells you. "say no, say that you don't want me like this and i'll stop. i'll go back to dressing sensibly and we can forget this ever happened, if that's what you want. just say no."
you can tell she means it.
one word and this will all be over. just one little word and you can go back to being a good boss who doesn't lust over her employees, or at least try to, and daniela will go back to behaving herself, but your mouth can't seem to form it. the simple syllable fails you. instead, when you open your mouth, the word, "daniela..." slips out, a traitorous, breathless little thing that someone with half a mind would be embarrassed about, but you're so dazed you can't even think of anything but her.
she smirks, "that's not a no."
you shake your head, "it's not."
daniela stands up and you don't find yourself protesting as she steps around your desk to where you're sitting. in fact, you turn in your chair slightly so she has easier access.
"you've been so stressed out lately, haven't you, baby?"
you nod, "yeah..."
she smiles at the shakiness in your tone. she's right in front of you now, close enough to reach out and touch. you're about to when you hear the slightest sound outside your office, eyes immediately flicking to the door. it was just someone walking past, but you tense up like they just walked in and saw you and daniela in this very compromising, completely unexplainable position.
you're fairly certain megan locked the door when she left, but what if she didn't? what if the next time, someone decides to come in? you can admit there's a thrill in potentially getting caught, but the reality of it? you'd both be ruined, that you're sure of, careers in the rubble and —
"hey," daniela interrupts your train of thought, one hand gently taking ahold of your chin and guiding you to look at her, "it's okay. we don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"i want to — fuck, i really want to — i just can't ever get out of my head. my brain is constantly full of stress and all these things i need to do."
"you don't have to do anything." daniela reassures you. she knew your stress ran deep — hell, anyone to get within thirty feet of you on a bad day does — but she's never seen it up close like this. all she wants to do is make it better, and luckily for you, she knows a few ways to relieve stress. "how about this, you sit back and i'll take care of you. you don't have to say anything, just relax and let me do the talking, hm?"
