#Spotify
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.
Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"
#ok to rb#music#ipod#spotify#only apple product ive ever genuinely liked was the ipod#i had an ipod classic i bought off trademe that someone had put a higher capacity harddrive in#think it was like 320GB or something#i loved that thing#mywriting
124K notes
·
View notes
Text
Rumiâs majestically long hair~ âšâšâš
#rumi#rumi x mira x zoey#rumi kdh#rumi kpdh#rumi kpop demon hunters#zoey kpdh#zoey huntrix#kdh zoey#zoey kpop demon hunters#mira kdh#mira kpop demon hunters#mira kpdh#kpop demon hunters#kpdh fanart#kpdh#kdh#kdh fanart#huntrix#huntr/x#spotify#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#my art#digital art#drawing#portrait#digital artist#Spotify
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
this song is really good :-) check it out
55K notes
·
View notes
Text
483 notes
·
View notes
Text
#dad#daddy's good girl#spotify#love love love#romance#dark romance#lost in love#romantic#ethal cain#lostonyoubabe#daddy issues#daddyâs babygirl#sexy babygirl#photography
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
ă Never Getting off my Mind ă



l. sophia x f reader âđ Everyone loves Sophia Lafortezaâsheâs basically the golden girl of the school. But for some reason, youâve never really liked her, and the feeling seems mutual. Youâre close with her friends, somehow always around without actually being part of the group. The two of you clash constantly, especially in Student Committee meetings. People say youâd make a great pair, but itâs hard to tell if thatâs a compliment or a warning.
word count ! 11.8 k
tags ! enemies to lovers, dom! reader, top! reader, bottom! sophia, switch! sophia, jealous! sophia, overstimulation, rough sex, fingering (s! receiving), oral (s! receiving), cunnilingus, heavy making out, usage of many pet names, a little degradation, teasing, praise
author's note ! fic inspo is this song and if u haven't seen the mv for this... its simple but effective for the wuh luh wuh is all ill say đ„°
also like dont be quiet! comment, reblog, send anons IDC LETS BE FRIENDS PLS #lonelyandnofriends

Riuscita University is a world-renowned school, producing some of the best in multiple fields, and having a successful alumni. A school that thrives and encourages its students to be plausible mentors of their crafts in due time.
Normally, students disliked school. It can be boring, hectic, soul-crushing, and cause crashouts. Yet, almost 90% of Riuscita students love the school.
The campus has this ultra-modern look, multiple buildings, large fields, and the atmosphere is always lively. Many people would describe the school to be similar to Pepperdine University or, commonly known as, Pacific Coast Academy of Zoey 101.
A dream school for many and a goal for most to achieve, only a handful get picked to become a Riuscita student.
Though a successful group of students are Sophia, Manon, Daniela, Megan, Lara, and Yoonchae. Many people knew the girls who always emphasized that âblood is thicker than waterâ for them.Â
It started with Sophia and Manon, who were friends from their previous high school, then Daniela, who joined the duo when she met Manon in a Psychology class. Lara was from the same high school, and Megan met Dani in her first year in Dance. Yoonchae, the latest addition, is a freshman who just clicked with the five girls.
Itâs reality, but the girls somehow made their reality become a movie experience.Â
Theyâre the diverse popular girls of campus, from students wanting to be their friend, students wanting to be them, or students wanting to date them. Some people wanted all threeâthatâs how much influence they have.
Everyone had their role, and all six girls seemed to âplayâ it well.Â
Sophia, who is the evident âleaderâ amongst the girls, holds the most power. The Student Government President of Riuscita is adored by every single person to exist on campus, and that alone made her the jolliest girl.
âIâve been wanting to try a hot stone massage on someoneâif anyone's down at least,â Daniela spoke, her eyes on her iPad, then looking at her friends who sat around the circular table.
âHot Stone Massage?â Megan perks up at the info, Dani nodding at the younger. âIs that for your massage therapy class?â Lara asks, and while the Latina happily nods, Manon chuckles.
âI canât believe thatâs an actual class here. How do you even get graded? Massaging your Professor? Because that would be weird,â Manon gives her two senses, and the younger sticks her tongue out.
âItâs an easy class, and weâre graded by tests and participation, party pooper.â
âI may need that massage,â the words escape Sophiaâs lips, her acrylic nails clacking on the keyboard of her laptop while her eyes flash across the screen multiple times. She shuts the computer as she finishes, staring at Dani with tired eyes, âStudent Government is going to be busy, and I need all the mental fortitude I can get.â
âCause the semester just started?âÂ
Sophia nods at Yoonchaeâs question, the younger girl tossing some chips into her mouth. âThe last president planned so much for the student welcoming that we have events the entire month.â Laraâs lips pursed, a look of confusion in her eyes, âCanât you just rearrange or cancel some of them? You are this year's president after all.â
âAnd be the girl who ruined everyoneâs fun this year? Yeah, no can do,â Sophia says matter-of-factly, her shoulders raised at the dilemma.Â
âYou have good staff this yearâIâm sure theyâll have your back on everything,â Manon tells her, but Sophia could only tell herself that once, then fail to believe it every other time.
Oh, and Sophia being adored by everyone? Yeah, the fact is somewhat false.
Because there is one person who doesnât.
âOh look! I guess Y/n already started posting on the school page,â Lara says excitedly as she shows Megan the post.
Sophia could only roll her eyes at the sound of your name.
Y/n L/n. Part of the student government as the social media manager, all-rounder in every aspect, and super involved in Riuscitaâs activities.
It could be argued that you and Sophia are the most adored students on campus, but the Filipina wouldnât dare admit to that. Because you were the only one who didnât like her, and you could say the feeling is mutual, with her not liking you either.
There isnât an exact sequence of how it all happened, but Sophia always recalled why it started in the first place. During her second year, Sophia began building this sophisticated, intelligent, and leader-like brand, which is why sheâs in the position she is today.
That year was when she first met you, when you became a shadow for the previous social media manager.
Sophia had the intention of making sure she was friends with everyone, no matter what the cost was. But none of those efforts worked on youânone at all.
When Sophia bought the student government food, you wouldnât eat the food or thank her; youâd just eat a snack from the schoolâs vending machines. When she helped make you the homeroom representative during the third year, there wasnât an ounce of gratitude. When the school had an awarding ceremony and you didnât shake her hand while on stage.
The last straw for her was when you became Yoonchaeâs big sister in the buddy program, then proceeded to find out all the girls were friends with you⊠other than her.
Sophia couldnât even express her rage and irritation with you in peace because the other five constantly defended you.
âY/n helps a lot of the students in the wellness club. Sheâs honestly so helpful.â âManon
âShe did the choreography for dance clubâduring the 2 weeks I sprained my ankle.â âDaniela
âThe coach called me boring, and Y/n helped me get better!â âMegan
âGosh, I struggled writing lyrics yesterday, and Y/n stayed with me after club hours to complete it!â âLara
âOh yeah, I helped Y/n-unnie cook some Bulgogi for Cultural Awareness! Sheâs a really good cook.â âYoonchae
That wasnât even the end of it all, but Sophia had trained herself to have selective hearing when it came to you. She often zoned out when you became the topic of conversation, because even if you werenât friends with her, you had become this looming, phantom 7th member of the group.
And oh, how she fucking hated that.
Sophia made up her mind about you. Unfortunately, she thought about it quite a lotâwhy you didnât like her, why you didnât interact with her, or how you became her friendâs friend.
She jogged it up to the two of you being completely different people, and you would think, due to her smarts, that she knew what the real reason was. But sheâs just plain wrong.
âOh shit, my class starts in five minutes.âÂ
Sophia gets brought back to reality when she hears Meganâs chair scrape the concrete, her body fleeing away before she could even comprehend her words.
âI have class in thirty, but itâs also across campus, so I need to start walking,â Manon tells the four left, leaving them to make her way to one of the farther buildings of the school.
The Filipinaâs eyes drift to the time on her phone, finding the time to be 9:15, âUgh, I have a meeting, so I gotta go. Kill me now.â Lara giggles at the attitude, while Yoonchae and Dani wave the older off.
Sophia made her way to the schoolâs main building, her plain Mary Jane shoes thumping on the floor, and took the elevator to her respected floor. Both her devices were held close to her chest, hugging them so they wouldnât slip, while her shoulder had a large purse placed on it.
While entering the spacious room, many of the students inside straightened their posture, and whoever sat down immediately stood up. You're the only exception, leaning against the wall with the window open, staring at your phone.
Sophia noticed the focus on your face, brows scrunched together as your thumbs tapped away.
Staring straight at you, she raises her voice, âEveryone, take a seat please, letâs get this meeting started!â
Everyone scrambles to their seat while you donât even flinch, just turning off your phone and walking over to the opposite side of the meeting table. She could only hold back the urge to roll her eyes, taking a seat while looking through her tablet.
âGabriella wanted to do six projects before the end of this month for a proper school welcoming,â Sophia says while everyone begins typing through their own laptops, using Google Docs for notes or a group spreadsheet.
When looking up, she finds you scrolling through your phone again, luckily, everyoneâs focused on listening to her words as she successfully rolled her eyes in a discreet way this time.
âAre we able to complete the baking fundraiser, the car wash fundraiser, the welcoming party by the end of this month, two career fairs, and a guest lecture?â
This time, Sophiaâs worried tone has you turning your phone off, looking at everyone else in the room who nods.
You shift in your chair, leaning forward with your elbows on the table while suggesting a proper schedule. âCan I suggest a schedule?â
Sophia bit her tongue, only nodding her head to let you proceed.
âEveryone expects a fun time at school, so we should begin with the baking fundraiser. Itâll help students get acquainted with delicious baked goods. We also already have a bakery in mind from an alumnus who's willing to provide the food for us.â
You then take out your phone, staring at the calendar for dates. âWe should then spread out everything. The second week can be the fundraiser and career fair for earlier students. The guest lecture and the second fundraiser should follow next week. Last week should be the car wash, itâll generate more money on a Monday since students and staff would be driving in for the entire day. Then the last Friday should be the party, so almost everyone wonât have work the next day.â
Instead of acknowledging the plan, Sophia turns to the vice president, assistant, and event coordinator, âDoes that seem doable for us?â
âOther than the fact that weâll have to slow down events the next month, then it's doable.â
âThatâs fine, club activities will probably happen by then. Iâll have Laurence oversee that.âÂ
The Club Activities Manager stiffens when she says his name, and you press your lips together to stifle a laugh. While everyone seems to their panties in a bunch around her, you could almost just laugh while everyone looks like theyâre about to piss themselves.
The Student Government Assistant, Kayla, who would suck up to Sophia, smiled at her. âIâll start adding events to the calendars and sending everyone their jobs by the end of tonight.â
Sophia grants this graceful smile while the younger girl gets right to her job. âIs the guest speaker going to be ready by the following week?â
âWeâll get in touch with them and keep you updated.â âBudgets and decorations?â Sophiaâs eyes flicker to the other end of the table.
âWe have a budget of twenty thousand for all six events from school funds and backers. Weâll make sure to make do with what we can.â
âThe first fundraiser should happen within two days time, reach out to the bakery before closing time,â she tells the vice president. Everyone nods along while you just think about how muscular your feet are about to be by the end of the month, with all the walking.
âIâll have Kayla send everyone any extra details. Iâll be here until 12, so please reach out to me if anything is needed,â Sophia tells everyone, adjourning the meeting. You try to exit the room as quickly as possible, but Carl stops you first, that friendly smile he always gave you easing the annoyance.
âI think Iâm gonna need some help with the clubs for next month,â he gives you these puppy eyes, and you cackle, catching Sophiaâs attention.
âIâll list possible events some groups have, then Iâll report it to you by the end of this month.â
Carl squeals, like his usual self, and gives you a tight hug, âYou're the best Y/n!â
While Carl tries to crush your bones, you catch the glare that Sophia gives you from afar, eliciting a smile from you.
âPiss off,â the Filipina mutters and focuses back on speaking to Kayla and the vice president.Â
You leave the room, heading to your first class of the day, which is luckily in the same building. The hallways were a bit warm due to multiple students crowding in their own little groups. You slip through the side entrance of the Life Sciences wing of the building, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.
It was the first real week of the semester, but luckily, most of your professors seemed laid back. You went to the third floor for your Aging and Chronic Illness class, happening in one of the buildingâs newer lab-style classrooms. Itâs one of your final requirements to graduate as a Gerontology major, and the content wasn't so bad. Professor Cho, who had a gentle grandma energy, made sure of that.
You walk in and immediately make your way to the front row, second seat from the left. âDamn, early again?â
Rayaâs voice comes from behind in a teasing manner. Sheâs holding two protein bars in one hand, and she tosses one at you before pulling out her chair. âThanks,â you mumble, catching it with one hand. You tear off the wrapper and toss your bag under the table in a smooth motion.
Raya plops into the seat beside you, crossing one leg over the other. âSo... howâs your morning been? Anyone try to fight you yet?â
You snort. âClose. Sophia gave me another one of her death stares during the meeting.â
Raya rolls her eyes. âAgain?â
âYeah,â you deadpan, chewing your bar slowly. âI think her brain almost exploded when Carl hugged me.â Raya leans forward with her arms on the desk, grinning like she already knew where this was going. âYou love pissing her off.â
You shrug. âI donât love it. Itâs unintentional.â
She gives you a look of, âOh, be for real right now.â âYou act so different with her compared to literally everyone else. Like, Iâve seen you sit with freshmen crying over their GPA, and youâre all comforting and âhereâs a snack, itâs okay,â but then Sophia breathes and you look like you want to stand in a lane with fast cars.â
You raise a brow. âShe âstartedâ it.â
Raya snickers and shakes her head, clearly amused. âYou are the weirdest social butterfly Iâve ever met.â
âShe just⊠rubs me the wrong way. Like weâre oil and water.â
âYou say that like you havenât thought about it enough,â she teases, half-turning toward you. âIs it really just a vibe thing?â
âOf course.â You donât meet her eyes. âI mean, yeah. Sheâs fake and controlling and⊠I donât know, I just donât like her.â
âThat actually seems like a fair statement to make, but you donât even know her,â she says softly, her voice sing-song.
Before you can argue or give her another look, the door swings open, and Professor Cho walks in. Raya pulled her notebook out while you took out your own. The professor clicks the projector on, the screen behind her lighting up with a slideshow labeled: âAGING AND CHRONIC ILLNESS â WEEK 2: Psychological Perspectives on Agingâ
âGood morning, everyone,â she says, her voice calm. âToday weâre going to start looking into how the aging process affects cognition, behavior, and emotional development, especially in relation to chronic illness.â
You zone in, but Raya bumps your arm lightly with her elbow before class fully starts.
"Wanna bet you and Sophia will be friends before graduation?"
You give her a death stare and scoff. "Iâm not wasting my money, but also not happening."
âPussyyyyyy~â
âOh, be quiet and focus, please.â

Two days went by quicker than expected, and it was finally time for the first event of the Student Government.
The central courtyard, normally home to passer-by students and people doing assignments, had been transformed into an outdoor bakery.
White booths lined the concrete path, decorated with royal blue streams due to the school colors. The air was full of sweet scentsâsugar, cinnamon, and warm butter that could make anyone salivate. Banners hung from light poles, proudly reading, âWelcome Back Fundraiser!â and âButter & Bloom Bakery here today!âÂ
Clarisse, class of 2012 and former culinary student, was something of a legend on campus. Her bakery had since expanded to three cities, and the fact that she came back for this event had half the culinary majors geeking out.
Over 5,000 baked goods had been delivered by truck early that morning by her catering team. From lemon poppyseed madeleines to boxes stacked high with ube-stuffed croissants, the bakery had sent a variety. There were eclairs piped with vanilla cream, matcha macarons in pastel boxes, and yes, an entire glass display case for multiple cupcake flavors.
The school took 30% of the proceeds for their various club and scholarship funds, while the bakery kept the remaining 70%, though she promised to donate back a large portion âjust because.â
The booths had been open since 9 in the morning. By 11:30, Sophia was sitting on a sun-warmed bench near the fountain, her dainty fingers holding a glazed lemon tart with brûléed sugar on top, and a candied slice of lemon perched right in the center.
âOkay, I get it now,â she says after the first bite, eyes wide in delight. âThis is insane.â
âI told you Clarisse wasnât playing around,â Manon hums, pulling apart a chocolate-hazelnut cruffin. Daniela, beside her, got a cinnamon-apple twist, sticky with glaze. âIf I die today, bury me in one of these.â
âYouâd attract ants,â Yoonchae pipes up, munching on a ube cookie while giving a disgusted look. Lara, the most practical of the six currently, is carefully using a fork and knife to eat a tres leches cupcake on a paper plate. âDid you guys see the brownie cheesecake hybrid thing? I couldnât even look at it.â
Megan nods, her fingers brushing powdered sugar from her lips as she finishes a strawberry mochi donut. âI took a pic of it for my insta. I think I fell in love.â
Sophia, basking in the rare moment of calmness, let herself lean back slightly to take in the sun, legs crossed at the ankles, the hem of her skirt brushing her thigh. âThis was a good idea,â she admits, almost begrudgingly. âThe turnoutâs great, Clarisse looks like a celebrity, and everything is functioning.â
Somewhere across the courtyard, a loud laugh pierces the air. Students shuffle between booths, and the music playing from the outdoor speakers continues to blast with soft pop music.
Sophia glances up toward the crowd.
You were doing laps around the event like a trained soldier. Wearing your usual plain white tee, camera slung around your shoulder, and a phone in one hand, you were busy directing shots, snapping crowd photos, close-ups of the pastries, and even artsy scenery pictures of the decorated campus.
You were exhausted, being there since 6:30 that morning, helping set up banners, guiding Clarisseâs team, and making sure the layout was symmetrical enough for the drone shots the school planned on using later.
But finallyâfinallyâyou had time for a small break.
You made your way to the cupcakes because they were calling your name as soon as you saw them that morning. There were a variety of flavors, ranging from plain vanilla to even a red bean-flavored sweet.
You picked a red velvet cupcake since it was your favorite flavor, tapping your phone screen to snap a quick picture of it before paying, and finally, letting yourself enjoy something sweet for once.
âY/n!â
You turned your head to see Megan approaching, her drink in handâsomething lavender-colored in a tall plastic cup with tapioca pearls. Could only assume it was taro bubble tea from the milk tea stand.
âHey,â you said with a tired grin, your voice a bit hoarse from hours of talking.
âDonât tell me you just now got something to eat,â Megan says, half-scolding.
âI did. Needed to make sure I got the best shots before sundown.â
Megan laughs, standing beside you as you unwrap the red velvet cupcake. âYou work too hard. But you looked cool doing it, not gonna lie.â
âI always look cool.â
You show her the screen of your phoneâa short boomerang of Clarisse handing out mini boxes to students, followed by a gallery of vibrant pictures. Some pastries lined in neat rows, smiling students mid-bite, and a close-up of the welcome banner swaying with the wind. Then you swipe to your cameraâa DSLR that gleamed with how well taken care of it was.
âSome of these are getting passed off to the editor.â
Megan leans in and gasps softly. âWait, go backâ that one!â
You scroll back two photosâa candid shot of Sophia holding the tart earlier, eyes bright, smile wide.
âIâm gonna need you to send that to me,â she declares instantly. âYouâre so talented, itâs actually annoying,â she says, nudging your shoulder. âAnyway, I should get back before they send out a search party.â
âTell Sophia Iâm still alive,â you joke, waving her off as she heads back toward the bench.
When Megan returns to the group, sheâs practically bouncing. âI just saw Y/n!â Sophia doesnât look up from her phone, but her brows twitch ever so slightly.
âOh yeah?â Lara asks, licking some frosting off her fork.
âYeah, she was by the cupcake stand. She got such pretty photosâlike, she showed me some? They're so good, it made me want to scream.â
âShe always has that eye,â Daniela adds, brushing her hair behind her ear. âI saw some of the shots she did for the Spring Gala last year, and they looked like they should be in a magazine.â
âShe took this one of Sophia,â Megan says, holding out her phone with the picture you had just sent from your phone. âLook how good it isâlike sheâs glowing.â
The girls crowd around to look, and Manon lets out a low whistle. âOkay, thatâs actually stunning. You look like youâre in an ad.â
âOf course it looks good,â Sophia says, voice tight, her tone sharp enough to cut. âItâs literally her job.â
The comment has the other five girls pause, turning to her slowly. âDamn, who pissed in your latte?â Dani mutters under her breath.
Manon raises a brow. âYou okay over there, Supreme Leader?â
Sophia glares. âI just donât think we need to throw her a parade for doing what sheâs paid to do.â
âSheâs not paid, unnie,â Yoonchae chimes in, âSheâs technically on scholarship.â Sophia presses her lips together. âSame thing.â
Megan tries to lighten the mood. âIâm just sayingâsheâs got talent, okay? And taste. You shouldâve seen the shot she got of me. I looked gorgeous.â
âIâm sure,â Sophia mutters.
âI mean, she made you look extra good,â Manon teases, sipping her iced coffee with a smirk. âMaybe you should ask her for a photoshoot.â
Daniela snorts, taking her last bite while saying, âSheâd start a fight before that ever happened.â
âYou guys are so annoying,â Sophia groans, standing up abruptly, the remains of her lemon tart left in a cute container.
The girls erupt into laughter. âSheâs blushing!â Lara exclaims, pointing at her. âIâm not!â Sophia snaps, already walking away.
âIâll ask Y/n to take a couple of shots of you next time,â Manon calls after her. âMaybe youâll stop hating her if she gets your good side.â
âEvery side is my good side,â Sophia fires back, but her cheeks are pink. The girls are still giggling when she disappears into the crowd.
Sophia didnât understand the hype around you despite everyoneâs admiration. Sure, you were involved in multiple school activities, but that didnât mean you were on her level.
Thatâs what Sophia told herself, at least.
But if you asked everyone on campus, everyone would say you two are alike, even if either of you didnât admit to it. You had a similar charm and a natural-born leader-like aura, even if you only had minor roles within the activities you participated in.
The list is quite surprising, actually. You are the Student Governmentâs social media manager, part of the Buddy Program, a member of the cultural awareness club, music club, wellness club, vice captain of the schoolâs dance team, and have helped out with fundraisers.
You made sure to get all the experience you could while being on a scholarship, and all the efforts paid off after four years. Everyone recognized your efforts, even Sophia did deep down.
âUgh, get out of my head,â she groans quietly, trying to make sure no one sees a stressed version of Sophia Laforteza out in the wild.
Although to her luck, the one person she wouldâve liked to avoid stopped in their tracks at the sight of her gripping her dark locks.
You held the camera right to your chest, looking toward the left, where you found her behind one of the booths.
Sophiaâs face morphed into disappointment. âThis cannot be happening right now,â she muttered.Â
She sees this amusement in your eyes, the same look you gave her when you successfully annoyed her. There's this tension that feels forbidden to speak of, and all Sophia can do is push past you.
The shove of her shoulder lingered on your own, hand caressing the targeted spot while the other made sure the camera didnât fall and break.
âCanât believe my major role in life is to piss off the student president,â your eyes shimmered, but your voice laced with sarcasm.
Thereâs Sophiaâs point of view in this entire ârivalry,â but what about yours?
It was simple. Much simpler than the Filipina made it out to be.
You believed Sophia was a fraud since day 1.
Initially, you thought that the woman wanted to make friends. The way you remembered the first meeting with her is a complete 180 from what she remembers. Because her first interaction with you was when you met her during your prerequisite class during your sophomore year of college, not in the student government.
Sophiaâs position at the time was assistant to both the vice president and the student body president at the time. She sucked up to the older girls, making sure she looked good and outshone others.
Thatâs not how she portrayed it, but that's what it felt like, and you hadnât liked her ever since. Through the years, there wasnât any evident change to Sophiaâs character, but it made her predictable.
Like when she bought everyone food, gave you a class rep position, hell, even her moving up in the schoolâs âpoliticalâ hierarchy made sense.
You simply didnât like her, completely aware that the feelings were mutual.
The similarities in personalities and work ethic are uncanny between the two of you. Yet the biggest difference was that you have all your friends, connections, and even assignments through effortlessness, while Sophia made it feel like she had to plaster her face on the walls to make sure people paid attention to her.
Itâs probably harsh to say, but because of how blunt you are, thatâs just how you feel.
You doubt that will ever change, either.
Thereâs another world or dimension where you and Sophia didnât know or hate each other, but not in this timeline. Because the next few weeks were about to be you and her spending a lot of time together with all the events happening.
Especially since you took photos of anyone and anything, there was no way she could avoid you.
Just when she didnât think it could get any worse for her, the world decided to go against her during the second fundraiser.
Sophia knew that you had a persevering and determined work ethic, willing to get work done and to help. She wasnât aware of what lengths youâd go to help, though.
That day, she could only stop by the parking lot due to a busy schedule and some assignments needing to be done. Once she made it, there were loads of cars lined upâsome being rinsed while others were lathered in soap.
Kayla stood next to her, handing the Filipina a clipboard to check if things were running smoothly. Her eyes traveled down to a list of volunteers, where she found one of the wash girls had not made it.
âDidnât we have 15 students on the list? Why didnât Giovanna show up?â Sophia squinted behind her shades, and Kayla straightened her posture at the question. âShe recently sprained her ankle during soccer practice, so she couldnât make it.â
âWell, who replaced her?â Before Sophia can finish her question, the younger student points at the red car currently being washed, where she finds you in a cami top and skimpy, low-waisted denim shorts.
Thank the heavens for her large shades. Sophia blinked furiously as if her vision blurred, and one she coughed once, her cheeks almost turned pink through her makeup.
She had never seen this side of you. This hot, sensual one. The white cami you wore had practically gone see-through from the water, the fabric soaked top clinging onto every curve on your body. The denim shorts showed off your legs, how they glistened in the sun like diamonds, covered with water droplets on them.
Donât even get her started on the midriff she saw peaking through. You rarely ever wore crop tops, at least at any given moment while Sophiaâs around. So when she sees your defined abs, the wet top molding into them, she covers her mouth with the palm of her hand at the shock.
âWhat the hellâŠ?â
âIs she doing here?â Kayla tries to finish the question, Sophia only nodding her head in surprise. âY/n finished posting on all the socials, so she decided to help out when she saw one team had missing members.â
The older person could only mumble, âWhat about the high-end cars from larger customers?â âShe dries her hands and takes pictures with her phone instead of the camera.â
Sophia canât even respond, her eyes never leaving you, no matter how busy you were. The strands of your hair are obviously wet, losing their volume as some of it clung to your exposed skin. The way your top had become see-through, the dark blue bra you wore was vibrant through the now sheer top.
Her breath hitches when you flick your hair back upward, making sure it isnât in front of you. It looked like those movie scenes where the hot girl flings her hair upward while leaving the pool.
âŠSafe to say that Sophia couldnât believe thatâs actually you.
She had only ever seen you in the professional light, and seeing you like this? Had heat pooling low in her stomach.
The best course of action was to walk away, and she did just that, Kayla following her trail yet falling back due to Sophiaâs pace despite in heeled boots.
âUhm, Sophia? Where are we going?â she hears a trembling voice behind her, and Sophiaâs brows furrow, not at the question, but at the fact that her brain couldnât stop thinking of you.
âI want to check out venues for the welcome party.â
âOutdoors is an option.â
âNo. We did the bakery outdoors, and the fact that students and staff will likely be drunk, we can be liable for any mishaps. Iâm not taking that chance, Kayla.â
There was urgency in her voice as she walked toward the campus housing office, eyes full of fury as she tried to get her mind off you.
Once Sophia and Kayla got into the room, the younger student began doing what was asked of her while Sophia sat in the waiting area. The blonde had brought a list of usable houses, trying to see which one fit the needs of MANY students.
âEvery house isnât fit for multiple students in the school; the list is pretty much comprised of outdoor venues other than one.â
âThe modern-looking house in Beverly Hills?â Kayla nods, and she hears a groan from the senior. âI want a change of scenery and a spot easily accessible for students without cars.â
Before her assistant can respond, Sophia is already standing and walking over to the desk with a formidable walk.
Her hands slam down on the table, causing the employee at the front desk to flinch. Trying to keep her image intact, Sophia gives the man a friendly smile, her nails drumming on the counter. âJulian, right?â
The boy just nods, and she begins to give a very believable performance. âThe newly built dormitory just passed the inspection, right? I was hoping we could use it for the welcoming party for students and staff this upcoming Friday. We can restrict it to only the first floor with all the amenities.â
âIâm sorry, Sophia. Iâm not sure how doable thatâs gonna be.â
Kayla, who does well in acting as her counterpart, leans over the counter with an evil smile, âGet Joe in here, please?â
The boy can only nod, scared to piss off the two, and runs to the back room. About five minutes later, Julian comes out with Joe behind him, who's evidently exhausted from all the work heâs doing.
âAh, Laforteza. What can I do for you?â
âNew dorm as venue for the welcoming party?â Her voice is high-pitched while she speaks fast, in hopes it will get him to agree. Yet sheâs well loved by everyone, so why would he say no?
âDone, Iâll fax over the papers of me approving itâIâm sure the dean and principal will sign. If not, and thatâs a really low chance, Iâll look for a place that fits your needs.â
âCool, Kayla, send him the details.â
âYes, maâam.â

Sophiaâs charms, unsurprisingly, did their damn thing with Joe.
Technically, the schoolâs Residential Director, who pretty much operated more like a cool uncle who wandered campus with a hippie shirt on, had successfully made everyone agree to the girls' wishes. One little meeting, a couple of compliments about the architecture of the newly-built Verano Dormitory, and a perfectly packaged proposal from Sophia herself, and the man had agreed.
By Friday night, the lower levelâbigger than even some of the academic buildingsâwas converted into a party den. String lights flickered along the ceiling beams, the color-changing LEDs wrapped around pillars bathed everything in soft blue and gold.Â
There were food trays near the shared kitchen, music pumping through the large tower speakers, and enough students packed into one building to classify as a slight fire hazard. But amid the music, laughter, and chaos, Sophia sat neatly curled into the corner of one of the velvet couches in the common lounge, back perfectly straight, one arm draped over the cushion.
Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Yoonchae were on the same couchâthree of them well into a couple of drinks by now. Megan and Yoonchae, on the other hand, sat cross-legged in their spots, nursing cans of soda and passing around a pack of gummies.
âRemind me to never mix hard seltzer and Soju again,â Manon muttered, nearly falling into Daniâs lap. âThatâs literally what I said when you started mixing them,â Dani giggles, poking her side with a painted nail.
Sophia sipped lightly from her cupâa citrus cocktail someone had made that tasted like melted sugary fruitâand scanned the room like a hawk, making sure she watched everyone.
âI still canât believe Joe gave us the dorm,â Lara said through a hiccup, tilting her head up. âLike, this space is huge. Do you see that staircase?â
âDo you see how tipsy you are?â Megan asked, snickering.
Sophia smiled a little, only half-listening, her eyes drifting across the room every few seconds. âPresidential duty,â she said earlier, when they asked why she chose the corner seat. âI should be able to observe everyone from here.â
Then a quick, bright flash and shutter sound caught her attention.
You were standing about six feet away from the group, camera raised, snapping a quick photo, hands swiftly clicking the button, looking way too good in a semi-casual fit that made her think something she absolutely shouldnât.
You didnât even say hiâ just capturing them mid-laughter, unaware until you pulled the camera away from your face. Dani looked up first, waving with a smile. âÂĄY/n! ÂĄVen acĂĄ!â she shouted above the music, motioning you over.
With no hesitation, you look over to the group who considered you a good friend of theirs, of course, other than Sophia.
Sophia didn't move or bat an eye as she glared at you. Dani leaned back slightly, cheeks flushed from drinking and how warm the corner was. âÂżAprendiste la nueva coreografĂa del club de baile ya o no?â (Did you learn the new choreography from the dance club yet or not?)
You gave a small laugh, nodding as you replied, âLa aprendĂ, sĂ. Pero tambiĂ©n le agreguĂ© unas partes nuevas para la segunda mitad. Si quieres, podemos practicar este fin de semana para presentarla.â (I did, yeah. But I also added a few new parts for the second half. If you want, we can practice this weekend to present it.)
âÂĄEso me encantarĂa! ÂĄMañana o el domingo?â (Iâd love that! Tomorrow or Sunday?)
âLo que te sirva mĂĄs. Yo me adapto.â(Whatever works best for you. I can adjust.)
You looked effortlessly cool while speaking to Danila, the other, picking up that the conversation was between the captain and the vice captain of the dance team. But while you talked, Sophia felt like her drink suddenly had much more alcohol in it.
Because hearing you speak Spanish shouldnât have been anything. But it was smooth and fast. Dani laughed again at something you said, and Sophia just stared. She barely caught half of it, but it didnât matter. The way you became more relaxed while speaking in another languageâit had her all nervous in a way that pissed her off.
It wasnât fairâsheâs supposed to hate you. And yet, here she was, borderline malfunctioning over a few fluent sentences.
You glanced over and caught this unfamiliar look in her eye.
It wasnât her usual look that silently read condescension or superiority complex. No, Sophia looked caught red-handed for some reason.
You furrow your brows slightly, unsure of what to make of it. Was she drunk? Was that just the lighting? Was sheâ
âI should let you guys hang out,â you muttered, pulling your camera strap higher onto your shoulder. âIâll see you all on Monday.â
âWait!â Yoonchae piped up suddenly from her spot on the couch, eyes wide. âUnnie, donât forget the buddy scrimmages tomorrow! Volleyball, 1 PM. Youâre my partner!â
You groaned sarcastically but smiled anyway. âI didnât forget. Iâll be there.â
âGood,â she said, all proud and chipper. You gave the group a final nod before slipping back into the crowd, blending in with a group headed toward the refreshment table.
Sophia blinked onceâthen twice. Her drink was now untouched for the entire interaction. Megan leaned over and nudged her arm. âYou good?â
âHuh?â Sophia snapped back. âYeah. Fine.â
âMm,â Megan said, raising a brow. âYouâve been real quiet since Dani pulled Y/n over. Just sayinâ.â
âDonât start.â
âYou sure? Because you were practically drooling when she started talking.â
âI wasnât drooling,â Sophia snapped, her voice a little too high-pitched to be believable. âYou kind of were,â Manon slurred a bit, lifting her drink with a laugh. âBut itâs okay. Sheâs pretty.â
âShe is,â Dani agreed, sighing wistfully. âAnd she dances so well. Like her body control? Ugh. She could step on me and Iâd say thank you.â
âOh my God,â Sophia muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.
âIâm just saying,â Megan grinned. âYouâve got that look again. You only get that when you're obsessed.â
âIâm not obsessed,â Sophia snapped, cheeks burning.
âThen why are you still staring at the spot she was just standing in?â The girls howled.
Lara spilled her drink on her own leg from laughing so hard. Yoonchae was half-giggling, half-mouthing âUnnie has a crushâ in Daniâs direction.
Sophia groaned, hiding her face with one hand. âI hate all of you.â
All of her conflicting feelings made her unsure of how she felt about you.Â
Before she can make up her mind, Sophia wants to figure out a couple of things first.
You walked through the party, gripping your camera while trying to get to the table full of drinks. Successful enough to get a fruit punch, you take a sip, deep in thought about the look Sophia gave you. There was this interest or longing in her eyes that youâve never seen before. Sheâd never been the kind to be shy about her distaste for youâor at least, thatâs how it felt.Â
âHey.â
You turned, mid-sip, and found a girl named Cynthia who is in your sociology class. Her hair was styled in a sharp bob and gave you a cheery grin. She distinctively always wore those vintage-style earrings and kept an extra highlighter tucked behind her ear while in class. Tonight, though, she was dressed in a cropped blouse, high-waisted pants, and just the right amount of eyeliner.Â
âHey,â you greeted, polite but a bit confused at the encounter. You lowered your camera and sipped your drink again, scanning the space for new shots. Cynthia, however, wasnât going to let the moment pass.
âI saw you across the room,â she said, stepping in just a little closer. Her subtle perfume was sweet and filled your nose. âYou look really good tonight.â
You chuckled lightly, giving a modest shrug. âYeah, well, school made me bring out the big camera. Canât fully enjoy the party.â
âWell, the camera suits you,â Cynthia replied, head tilted. âBut I think itâs unfair that youâre behind it instead of in front.â
You smiled, unsure how to respond without sounding rude or leading her on. She clearly meant well, and you didnât want to embarrass her. âThatâs kind of you to say.â
She leaned slightly into your space, eyes sparkling in the low lighting. âYou know, Iâve been meaning to talk to you more. You always seem so focused in class.â
âFocused or sleep-deprived,â you joked.
âBoth can be hot,â she shot back easily, and you let out a startled laugh. Cynthia was bolder than she seemed in the classroom, probably the liquid courage coursing through her veins.
In the other room, Sophia had excused herself to the bathroom, needing a breather from the relentless teasing of her friends and actually needing the bathroom. She made her way through the hallway, heels clicking, her eyes roaming as she navigated the groups of people clustered near the stairs. On her way back, she cut through the side of the common area and paused.
There you were, leaning against the table, camera resting on your hip, soft smile on your face as you talked to Cynthia.
Her heart stalled a bit. She knew she wasnât jealous, that much she knew. But maybe curiosity, concern, annoyance? She isnât really sure about what it was. But it made her stop walking altogether, partly shielded behind a group of students in front of her, who were stuck in their own conversation. She watched as Cynthia laughed too loudly, as she touched your arm too comfortably, as you gave a tight smile and shifted your weight, but didnât move away.Â
You looked stuck as Sophia squinted. Your body language was hesitant, but like her, you were probably too nice to tell the girl off. Still, Cynthia kept leaning in, twirling a piece of hair and batting her lashes.
Sophia didnât know why it made her jaw tense, but her body seemed to walk forward on its own.
Cynthia was saying something else flirtyâsomething you were clearly not paying attention to, but she didnât get the memo. It took all your restraint not to choke on your punch at comments that surprised you.
âHey,â Sophia said, breezy but loud enough to stop the conversation. You and Cynthia both turned. âSorry to interrupt. Youâre needed back on coverage Y/n. Joe wants a couple of story shots from the east side before people start heading out since it's getting late.â
You blinked. âOh. Yeah, of course.â
Sophia gave a closed-lip smile. âNow, preferably.â
Cynthia took a small step back, lips pursing at Sophiaâs intimidating aura. âOh, right. Of course⊠School stuff.â Her voice lost some of its luster.
You nodded apologetically, lifting your camera. âRain check,â you told her with a polite tone.
âMaybe,â she said, but the flirt had drained from her smile.
Sophia didnât wait for either of you to say more. She turned and started walking, clearly expecting you to follow. And you did, adjusting your strap and catching up.
Once out of Cynthiaâs earshot, you glanced sideways at her. âDid Joe really say that?â
âHe didnât have to.â Sophia didnât look at you. âThatâs what you're on Student Government for.â
You raised an eyebrow, amused. âAre you my supervisor now?â
âNo,â she said. âBut it looked like you needed help.â
You gave her a long look. âIs that some concern Iâm hearing, Pres?â
Sophia finally met your gaze, but her expression was unreadable. Her voice was cool, but softer. âI donât like distractions.â
âI wasnât distracted.â
âCynthia was being obvious.â
âNot my fault, she wanted to talk.â
Sophia didnât respond immediately; she only walked ahead until you both reached the east side of the common area. You raised your camera and began taking the shots she claimed were âneeded.â
After a minute, Sophia spoke again, just blurting out the first thing that came to mind. âSheâs not your type.â
The camera is frozen in your hands, and you turn slowly. âYou think you know my type?â
âI know what kind of girls you look at.â
âReally?â Your voice dipped, teasing but quiet. âAnd which kind is that?â
Sophia crossed her arms, eyes flicking toward the ceiling for a moment like she regretted starting the conversation in the first place. But then she tilted her head and shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âThe intense kind. Driven. Maybe a little too controlling.â
You smirked and told her, âSounds familiar⊠but you definitely donât know me at all.â The comment was meant to be serious, but it came off more playful, probably for the better.
Sophia rolled her eyes, but there was no heat to it. âGet your shots. You have fifteen minutes until you're finished for the night.â
You lifted the camera, but not before whispering in a teasing manner, âYou were watching me.â
Sophia turned to leave without answering, but her ears were red. Later, when she rejoined the girls on the couch, Dani noticed immediately. âWhere did you disappear to?â
âBathroom,â Sophia replied.
âDefinitely longer than a bathroom break. Did something happen?â
Sophia sat back in the corner spot. âNo one important,â that just slipped out.
âHuh.â Manon sipped her drink and grinned. âBecause Cynthia came back muttering âdammit, Sophiaâ while distraught.â
Sophia didnât reply, but her smile was smug, âgood.â
âThat sounded evil,â Lara pointed to the older, and Sophia rolled her eyes for like the fourth time tonight.
âBet itâs about Y/n, again!â Megan practically cheers, and Yoonchae nods. âFor sure, unnie always talks about that girl staring at her⊠a little too clueless that sheâs crushing on her.â
âThat reminds me, I have to text her about something,â Dani says while whipping out her phone. As much as Sophia wanted to probe, her brain wouldnât let her, but luckily, the rest were friends with you, right?
Manon, who's sobering up a bit, shifts in her spot with a confused look, âAbout?â
âShe wants to get more cardio in at the gym and wants a regimen for it. I offered to help.â
Meganâs brows furrow together, not understanding why, âIsnât she like⊠already ripped?â âSays sheâs lacking stamina,â Dani just shrugs, always supportive to help a friend out. âStaminaâs lacking, but sheâs always running around events for photos without getting tired easily.â
Lara nods at what Manon points out, but all Sophia can think about is how much work you do within a week. It did intrigue her as to how you found the time for yourself.
One other thing about the President, sheâll make sure she finds out.

The sunlight filtering through the tinted windows of the Student Government office was soft and golden. It stretched across the meeting table. Sophia slumped over, writing furiously in her planner, because her day was pure shit. Her head was pounding, a dull ache blooming behind her temples.
Three meetings back-to-back, including a long one with the Dean, who somehow managed to turn a five-minute update into an hour-long guilt trip. Plans for community partnerships, reports about last semesterâs scholarship funding discrepancies. Not all of it was about her duties, but all she could do was sit down and listen without being disrespectful.
The dean even had a field trip proposal from the Environmental Club to review by next week. Some homecoming committee budget approvals, a contract negotiation email is waiting in her inbox with âurgentâ flagged twice.
And then, to add to it all, she had Communications.
Professor Mendelsohn had his usual peppy attitude during class that afternoon, announcing a new project. Something about personal brand audits, analyzing online presence across platforms, conducting peer reviews, submitting a report, and presenting findings to a mock "corporate board" made up of your classmates in exactly one week.
Just pain, without any extension because, as he would say, âMaking deadlines for work without extra days is part of life.â
Sophia had clenched her jaw the entire walk back to the Student Gov room. Her famous heels had clicked furiously against the tiled flooring of the hallway. By the time she got there, she was already at capacity. Already tired of pretending to smile at people asking for favors or dropping in to âchatâ about updates they couldâve easily emailed her.
Sheâd snapped at two underclassmen who forgot to clean up after a lunch break they had. Her voice had raised high pressure and tension in the air. A junior trying to propose a small charity event had blinked at her and awkwardly mumbled, âMaybe next week.â
Now, finally alone in the office, Sophia was breathing unevenly, her planner open, but her pen hadnât moved once. She hated being like this, but it kept happening as it came with the position she worked hard for.Â
No one gives you a rule book on how to be a Student President; if someone did, Sophia wouldâve been reading it nonstop by now.
She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back, the room echoing slightly with her sharp sigh.
The door then suddenly creaked open, you walking in like it was nothingâquite frankly, it was no big deal. But with the mood Sophia was in, she was about to make it one.
You causally sauntered in, looking around the room and not minding her presence one bit. Just your phone in hand and a slight wrinkle in your brow that probably meant you were annoyed.
âSorryââ you started, already heading toward the corner cubby. âI left something.â Sophia didnât look up. âOf course you did.â
You paused, blinking. Her giving you attitude was nothing new, but in a space where it was just the two of you, the comment felt more personal.
There was a moment of silence between you, but then, finally, your voiceâdeadpan. âWas that supposed to mean something?â
Sophia closed her planner with a loud thud and leaned her elbow onto the desk. âUgh. Not you right now.â
That earned her a sharp look, your arms crossing against your chest. âIs there a problem, Laforteza?â you asked.
âOh. Oh, you really wanted to do this right now,â was the first thing she thought.
Sophia straightened, her face twisted in something between disbelief and exasperation. âYou wanna know what my problem is?â
You arched a brow, âThatâs what I asked.â
âMy problem,â she snapped, âis that Iâve been going nonstop since 7 A.M. Iâve been in meetings about scholarships and event budgets and field trip insurance, I got called into the Deanâs office because apparently no one else knows how to handle the sustainability grant forms, and then Mendelsohn gave us a comms project due in seven days where I have to dissect my entire online existence and pitch it like Iâm applying for Shark Tank.â
You walk around the table, nearing her as she continues to rant, not seeing how any of her reasons had anything to do with you.
âAnd then,â she added, voice rising, âI come here, to the one place thatâs supposed to be quiet now because everyoneâs gone, and guess who walks in acting like the world owes her space?â
âI didnât know your whole world revolved around me,â you shot back, tone calm but standing your ground.
âOh my God,â Sophia muttered. âYou areâinfuriating. Youâre friends with all of my friends, but you never talk to me unless itâs sarcastic or condescending or to give me that little fake smile like youâre above all this.â
âI donât give you fake smiles.â
âYou donât give me anything,â her head snapped toward you, now standing as she glares. âYou talk to everyone else like theyâre human, and then you look at me like Iâm nothing.â
A brow raises unconsciously as you listen to her.
âI donât even know what I did to you,â Sophia went on, eyes shining with something sharp. âBut you always have an attitude when you speak to me, like youâve got me all figured out and you hate what you see. You hate me, and I donât even know why.â
The room was quiet, and your eyes didnât leave hers. âI donât hate you.â
Sophiaâs breath hitched at the short sentence, her stance faltering slightly.
âI donât hate you,â you repeated. âBut I hate the version of you everyone sees. The perfect student body president. You're like a PR girl. The nice voice, the hand on the shoulder, the polished laugh.â
Sophiaâs arms slowly folded over her chest, her face blank now. âI hate how fake it feels,â you continued. âBecause your friends? Theyâre real. They donât portray themselves the way you do. You sound and look rehearsed in every wayâno one sees through it.â
You stepped closer, lowering your voice just enough to force her to listen. âBut I do.â
Sophia couldnât breathe properly, listening to the longest conversation the two of you have had since youâve met. âYou try so hard to be liked,â you murmured. âAnd I think you hate that Iâm not one of the people who gives it to you.â
She swallowed hard.
There was a heat in the air now, like the moment before all the chaos. Her fists clenched, eyes darting across your face like she was looking for something other than your honesty to feel better about herself.
But she couldnât see anything else.
âIâm not fake,â she finally said, her voice low, shaky.
âI didnât say you were,â you replied. âI said the version you show everyone is.â
She stepped forward, but you didnât move back. âYou donât know me.â
âThen show me the version that doesnât talk like a LinkedIn profile.â
That comment, despite being a joke, irked the girl. Sophiaâs jaw tensed with her perfectly manicured fingers curled, then straightenedâand then one sharply dug into your chest as she pointed.
âI hate you,â she whispered.
âNo,â you said, eyes flicking to her lips, âyou hate that I donât pretend with you.â
Her expression didnât waver, her nostrils flaring with anger. If cartoon smoke were something you could see in real life, you were sure you wouldâve seen it coming out of her nose and ears by now.
She hated that you were able to say the right things to get this version of her. The one thatâs all riled up, strands of hair tousled, her outfit looking wrinkled from the busy dayâthis is the real Sophia you were talking about.
Her eyes gleam under the bright light while holding back the brimming tears, pouty lips trembling slightly.Â
âThis is the real you, huh?â You murmured.
She let out a short, almost broken laughâlike youâd caught her off guard for the first time all day. Her fingers curled slightly into your shirt. You didnât even flinch.
âYouâre such an asshole,â she breathed.
âThat doesnât seem to stop you from thinking about me.â
There was a pause, Sophia seeming to calm down yet not responding to anything you said.
She then repeated, âYou donât know me, Y/n.â Your head tilts, head leaning back a bit, while your hand rests in the pockets of your joggers. âThen if you want me to be friends with you so bad, you're gonna have to show me, Sophia.â
It was a challenge. A challenge that rapidly took over Sophiaâs brain and body.
There wasnât a thought that took over her, but something did as she tugged on your shirt hard, pulling you in as your lips crashed onto hers.
Processing everything wasnât going to happen, especially when you see her eyes shut, hands gripping your shirt even harder, like she wanted to rip it off. Your hands started up with your elbows up, not understanding what was going on.Â
You didnât hate it, but it caught you off guard.
Once you noticed that Sophia wanted to prove herself by not letting go, your shoulders relaxed as your hands fell onto her slim waist. She feels how your hands rested on the fabric of her sheer button-up, the touch warming up her body.
You thought, âHey, this isnât so bad!â Which quickly changes when you feel her hands releasing your shirt.Â
Thinking she had enough, you almost back away until Sophia presses her chest against yours, no space left, and her fingers combed through your hairâgripping with all her might.
The feeling has you groan against her lips, arms fully wrapping around her waist to balance her from falling back. You feel how her back arched, torsos touching each other as a muffled moan escapes her lips. There was no space between you, just the feeling of temperatures rising as you kissed back.
One of her hands begins caressing your back, and you turn a slight angle to raise her up, leaning her on the table. Having Sophia seated, she feels your fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Lips begin to trail down to her neck, and a trembling moan comes out of her lips.
âThis is the real version you wanted to show me?â You tease, and Sophia practically hisses at the comment, âShut up.â
âShut up?â You questioned, lifting her up swiftly to turn her over, her upper half now pressed onto the large table. âLetâs hope we donât argue during this, hm?â
The comment is harmless, but as your hands roam from her back onto her thighs, her body goes rigid. You lift the skimpy skirt over her ass, being given a good view of the thong sheâs wearing.
âIsnât it a good day for me?â she hears you mumble, pressing a finger on the clothed core. Sophia lets out a high-pitched whimper, the warmth of one of your fingers already having her aching down below.
The small line of fabric slowly became damp, and she heard this low chuckle from you. âWho knew Miss President could be so⊠slutty?â
Sophia wanted to respond, but the feeling of the fabric being pulled to the side had her shuddering as she felt the cool air brushing against her wet cunt.
You kneel down, ready to dig in, but hear a knock that has both of you pause.
⊠The damn door isnât locked, and both of you were now staring at it in case the knob began to turn.
âSophia? You in there?â The voice is too recognizable, and both of you seem to relax a bit when hearing itâs Kayla.
âYes!â Sophia shouts softly, but sees how the doorknob begins to turn slightly, making her yell, âDonât come in!â
The franticness in Sophiaâs voice has you smirking, deciding to take matters into your own hands. You inch forward, face right in front of her pussy, and give a small lick. She bites her bottom lip, afraid any sound she makes would be heard by her own assistant.
Kaylaâs voice is worried behind the door, âIs everything okay?â
There was this quick silence, because past those doors, your tongue plunged into Sophiaâs soaking core. You hum against her, her heels kicking up from time to time as a hand covered her mouth. âYou should answer before she walks in,â you mumble, loud enough for only Sophia to hear.
As she moves her hand, Sophia practically grits her teeth trying to answer, âIâm fine, Kayla, j-just need some alone time.â The girl stuttering makes you chuckle, taking a long stripe against your tongue out of amusement.
âIs there something I can bring you to help? I know you had a rough day.â
The concern almost makes Sophia break, her mouth agape as she feels your tongue doing laps over, and over, and over again. âLook at how caring she is towards you. I wonder how she would feel if she found her role model and crushed bent over for me.â Sophiaâs hand finds the top of your head, gripping your hair again, âshe doesnât like me.â
âKeep telling yourself that, sweetheart.â You stand behind her, adding a finger and feel Sophia tightening around it. âMust wanna trap me here, huh?â
She wants to say something, with freedom, but Kaylaâs voice keeps interrupting, âSophia?â âUhm,â she lets out one sound, and you add another finger, you move with aching patience, fingers slipping back and pressing in. Sophia almost chokes a yelp, covering her mouth with a hand to quickly recover.
âIâm f-fine. Get some rest, Kayla!â
âYou sure? Because you donât sound too good?â She tries to respond in a friendly manner, but there's a switch in tone when you begin curling your fingers deep into her slit.
âIâm fucking fine, Kayla! Go home!â
Your brows raise, and you look at the wooden door; luckily no frosted windows to show the inside. Thereâs a heavy sigh. âSure, have a good night, Sophia.â Both of you hear her footsteps fade away, and using whatever strength she has in her position, Sophia pushes you back with a hand.
You back up, and she flips over, knees apart with her pussy full on display for you. Her eyes are dark, looking a bit annoyed. âThereâs no way you just did that.â
âAnd did,â you simply tell her, pressing your fingers back in as you thrust at a slow pace. You could feel her clench around them, greedy for more.Â
The eye contact you made with her only made Sophia want to kiss you again. You were so consistent while watching every reaction she gave you. The sounds of her cunt squelching made you chuckle, biting her lip as she watched you.
âYour âdearâ Kayla is probably so heartbroken right now.â You inch closer, picking up the pace that made Sophia whine profusely. âHow her favorite person in the world is being fucked by someone deemed as her enemy,â you whisper against her lips, foreheads touching as you make her lean forward more. She feels how your breath grazes against her mouth, the warmth making her even wetter.
You, once again, curl your fingers, hitting the exact spot that has Sophia giving you a loud moan. âWhat if she walked in? Sheâd probably be crying at the sight.â
You add another finger, Sophiaâs pussy clenching around all three. Her head hangs back at the sensation of feeling full, while you're successfully hitting her G-spot with every thrust and curl.
You quicken the pace just a bit more, and Sophiaâs gasping for air. âKayla would see how well your slutty cunt took my fingers.â Sophia feels you pressing a thumb on her clit, and her thighs begin to quiver.Â
âFuck, Y/n, just like that.â
âSheâd see you at your worst behavior, how you're just letting me use you,â You hiss while feeling how slick and messy she was becoming undone on your fingers. Pulling them out, you begin to rub her cunt with her juices coating each finger.
The circular movements at rapid motions have her thighs tensing, âI wanna cum,â she breaths out. You hum and shrug a bit, âGo for it.â
Not stopping her, Sophiaâs thighs squeeze around your arm, keeping up the pace as her eyes roll back. You had no intentions of stopping, and she could only hold your forearm to slow you down.
âYou must like the possibility of someone walking in, huh?â You take out your hand, flicking them downward to shake off some of her juices.
Sophia thought she had had enough; she couldnât even respond to you as she took deep breaths. But when you took each finger, sucking each one clean, your tongue sticking out before you put one in⊠she wanted more.
Her hands trail on the button on her top, quickly undoing it as she sits up from her spot. You're a bit surprised at her course of action, but follow by lifting up your shirt slowly.
âYou seem too tired to go on,â you admit, bunching up your shirt and throwing it to the other end of the table. She unclips her bra, staring you down with her eyes full of hunger, âI want you to use me.â
Your hands land on the table, your body leaning forward as your eyes look at her chest rising and dropping quickly, her pussy all swollen from you fucking her, and the way her petite mounds were fully out and hard.
âI-I need you to use me.â She revises her statement, and despite the stutter, it came out with full confidence. You tilt your head, amused by how different this was from her, and effortlessly take off your sports bra.
âSo dirty, Laforteza,â the way her surname rolled off your tongue had her spiraling as she spread her legs wider for you. âUse me, Y/n.â
With the demand, you climb on top of her, Sophia feeling your nipples brushing against each other as your fingers go to work. You rub all five fingers against her leaking slit, moving with every intent to make her go crazy.
âThis want you want?â You grunt, and Sophia shook her head against the table, âm-more.â
The invitation has you pulling her up to stand, her ass pressed on the edge of the large table as you kneel again. It gave Sophia such a pretty view of you, how the bottom half of your face had a like shine from her juices.
You lick at first, flicking her clit up, and Sophia hunches over slightly. She feels your hands pressing her thighs apart to give yourself more room. âYou're so pretty like this,â you blurt against her, then sucking on her clit while one hand thrusts a finger up.
âSee how wet you are for me? Such a good girlâdoing so good for me,â you admit, but while talking, Sophia just feels the vibrations coursing through her body, leaving her mouth agape with aching moans.
âS-shit, too good,â she licks her lips, becoming dry from how much noise she was making. Her knees buckle slightly, her hand holding her up on the table as you. There was nothing gentle in the way you mouthed at her, tongue plunging deep as she sounded like she was about to sob.
âY/n, I canât-â You feel her legs closing, squeezing your head in between. She feels how you shake your head against her, standing and replacing the feeling of your mouth with plunging three fingers in instead.
Sheâs trying to lift her body away, but you pull her flush against your body, arm wrapping tight around her waist as your fingers never leave her sopping pussy. âDonât run nowâthis is what you wanted, isnât it?â
Sophiaâs trembling at your words, using your body as balance, as she gasped. âKeep those legs open. Iâm not done.â Each roll of her clit sent her hips jerking upward, trying to pull away, only to be dragged back in. "You said you could take itâso take it."
Sheâs biting her bottom lip, her upper teeth tugging hard as she tries to gain any sense of composure. You look at her, a gleam in your eyes as she holds onto your arm.
âDonât you wanna be a good girl? âI wanna be goodâpleaseâlet me be goodââ She yelps, not being able to finish her sentence when your hand begins rubbing on her clit. You loop your arm around her back and under her arm, folding with her tit, rolling her nipple between your two fingers.
The begging and overstimulation have tears slowly gliding down her face, the slick sounds getting louder, wetter. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,â Sophia mumbled repeatedly against your shoulder, head leaning against you like it would help her case.
You feel her legs twitching, sobs turning into breathless whimpers as she comes again with the way your fingers keep plunging in, curling deep.
Feeling bad, you slow down as Sophiaâs entire weight leans on you. The moment felt serious and exhausting for both, yet you feel Sophiaâs head shaking and her chuckles against your skin.
âIs that enough about me?â
You burst out laughing at the question, the sudden comedic relief hurting your abs. âItâs definitely one version of you.â
She does her best to stand up straight, still using you as somehwat of a crutch while her legs feel like jelly. âWanna know more?â
Sophiaâs clearly looking up at you, deer-like and pleasing as her swollen lips pout like she wants you to spoil her.
âHow so?â
Even with you just fucking her, she smiles and wraps her arms around your neck, âTake me out?âÂ
The question was supposed to come out with the intention of commanding you to do it, but it comes out more uncertain than she wanted. You found it adorable, giving a small peck on her nose to make the moment a little cuter.
âYour wish is my command, President⊠so like now or?âÂ
Sophia slaps your arm and the joke, wrapping her arms around your waist this time to give you a hug. âOh, shut up.â
âYou like telling me to do that when you know I won't listen.â
âYeah, yeah. Whatever L/n.â

A/n: I used the little Spanish knowledge I had from hs and google translate for that Dani convo SO PLS IF IT ISNT GOOD AND DOESN'T MAKE SENSE kindly tell me pls and ty đ„č
#â
ssivinee's fic#wlw#gxg#wuh luh wuh#lesbian#girl group#katseye x fem reader#katseye x reader#katseye sophia#katseye#katseye smut#katseye imagines#katseye lara#katseye daniela#katseye manon#katseye yoonchae#katseye megan#kpop smut#kpop fanfiction#kpop writers#katseye sophia laforteza#sophia katseye#sophia laforteza x reader#sophia laforteza#sophia laforteza smut#Spotify
592 notes
·
View notes
Text
My favorite thing to do is sit on the couch on my phone and doom scrolling with the TV on but nothing playing it's just a blue screen with the "no signal" sign moving around in a circle.

8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Woo it's Andres bday and mine is tomorrow
#andre kriegman#cal gabriel#cal robertson#calvin gabriel#zero day#zero day movie#andre zero day#cal zero day#calvin zero day#zero day 2003#Spotify
586 notes
·
View notes
Text
5 notes
·
View notes
Text


Ooh, I'm gonna get so tan, so excited!!
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
the joy of realizing someone is a similar type of freak as you
161K notes
·
View notes
Text
Mira and Zoey meeting Jinuâs tiger for the first time~ đ„°
#rumi#rumi kpop demon hunters#rumi kpdh#rumi x mira x zoey#rumi kdh#derpy tiger#derpy kpdh#zoey huntrix#zoey kpdh#kdh zoey#zoey kpop demon hunters#mira kdh#mira kpop demon hunters#mira kpdh#huntrix#huntr/x#kpop demon hunters#kpdh fanart#kpdh#kdh fanart#kdh#spotify#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#my art#digital art#drawing#portrait#digital artist
38K notes
·
View notes
Text
In case you were wondering why Spotify Wrapped sucks balls this year, and more importantly doesn't have any genre data:

Can you hear the sound of bells? That's because they're clowns. đ€Ą đ
#This is embarrassing. Shame on them.#Laying off workers and discovering you can't just do their work without them.#Clowns fr.#Spotify wrapped#Spotify
91K notes
·
View notes
Text
Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.
62K notes
·
View notes