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NOBODY’S BUSINESS — 𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza

❝𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.❞

──── ( 🖇️ ) when an affair with your boss, a wealthy socialite named sophia, seems like the only escape from a mundane life, you’re blinded by the glitz and glamour. but as your secret love with sophia intensifies, you discover that inherited wealth and personal connections come at a steep price, one that puts her marriage and your future at risk.

𝓟airing. dom!boss!sophia laforteza x sub!employee!fem reader

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. angst, cheating, cunnilingus, degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, scissoring, squirting.

𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 7,8k (7,826)

the rhythmic click of your heels against the polished marble floor echoes in the sterile hallway, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing in your stomach. each step propels you closer to the lion’s den – sophia laforteza’s office. the laforteza family name is practically synonymous with wealth and privilege in this city, and their company, a sprawling empire built on generations of shrewd investments, is where you unfortunately find yourself employed.

sophia. the name itself tastes like citric acid on your tongue. the quintessential daddy’s girl, draped in designer clothes and radiating an air of unearned authority. you’ve seen her in action, witnessed firsthand the ease with which she navigates the corporate landscape, a landscape paved with her father’s connections and influence. it grates on you, this effortless ascent fueled by nepotism.

it’s not the work itself that grates on your nerves. numbers are numbers, spreadsheets are spreadsheets, and you happen to be exceptionally good at manipulating both. it’s sophia. sophia laforteza, the epitome of a spoiled heiress, someone who landed in her corner office not through merit, but through the sheer luck of being born into the “right” family. her perfectly coiffed hair, designer clothes, and the perpetually bored expression on her face are constant reminders of the chasm that separates your world from hers.

you despise the way she treats everyone below her with a thinly veiled disdain, the way she takes credit for ideas that aren’t hers, and the way she seems utterly oblivious to the real world outside the gilded cage she inhabits.

and yet, here you are. stuck. the pay is exorbitant, far more than you could realistically expect anywhere else with your skillset. and the hours, miraculously, are reduced, offering you a semblance of work–life balance you desperately crave. the golden handcuffs, they call it. and you, it seems, are firmly shackled. the thought of another job search, the endless applications, the soul–crushing interviews, the potential for yet another dead-end position… it’s a deterrent. the golden handcuffs are firmly in place, and you find yourself reluctantly grateful for their restrictive comfort.

you reach sophia’s door, a heavy mahogany monstrosity that screams wealth and privilege. you briefly consider knocking, but the absurdity of it hits you — she’s probably expecting you anyway, but you can't stop being professional.

reaching the door, you pause, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. you smooth down your skirt, a silent act of defiance against the internal chaos. then, you knock.

“come in!” her voice, a shade too high–pitched and laced with a practiced air of authority, slices through the polished wood.

you push the door open and step inside. sophia’s office is exactly as you'd expect — a carefully curated space that screams “expensive” without actually saying anything of substance. the desk is a vast expanse of dark wood, meticulously organized, with a single, perfectly placed vase of orchids providing the only pop of color. sophia herself is seated behind it, a whirlwind of paperwork seemingly engulfing her.

sophia is seated behind her expansive desk, a chaotic landscape of paperwork threatening to engulf her. she’s wearing a cream–colored silk blouse that probably costs more than your rent, and her perfectly coiffed black hair shines under the soft glow of the recessed lighting. she glances up as you enter, her eyes, the same shade of glacial brown as her mother”s, narrowing slightly. you can practically see the gears turning as she tries to recall why you're here. it’s a familiar dance.

“ah, there you are.” she says, her voice a carefully cultivated blend of sweetness and authority. it’s a tone that always makes your teeth clench. “come in, close the door behind you. i was just reviewing the quarterly reports. quite a mess, wouldn’t you say?”

you oblige, shutting the heavy door with a soft click. the sound seems amplified in the suddenly confined space. you walk towards her desk, your posture stiff and professional.

“you wanted to see me?” you ask, keeping your voice neutral, devoid of any hint of the disdain that churns within you.

she gestures to one of the plush leather chairs opposite her desk. “please, have a seat.”

you sit, maintaining eye contact, refusing to be intimidated by her carefully constructed facade. the air in the room thickens with unspoken tension.

“i’ve been reviewing your reports for this quarter,” sophia begins, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against a stack of papers. “and while the numbers are… satisfactory, i feel like there’s a certain… lack of initiative.”

you raise an eyebrow, a silent challenge. “lack of initiative? i’ve consistently exceeded my projected targets.”

she waves a dismissive hand. “targets are just that — targets. meeting them is expected. i’m talking about going above and beyond. thinking outside the box. being proactive.”

“i am proactive.” you retort, barely keeping the edge out of your voice. “i identify potential problems and implement solutions before they escalate.”

“yes, yes, i’m sure you do.” she says, her voice dripping with condescension. “but i’m looking for more. i want to see you taking ownership, leading the charge, innovating.”

“innovating what, exactly?” you ask, your patience wearing thin. “my role is primarily data analysis. i provide the information on which key decisions are made.”

“exactly! and that information is crucial. so, you need to be more… creative with it. think about how you can present it in a way that inspires action, that drives growth.”

you stare at her, feeling a growing sense of frustration. she’s speaking in corporate buzzwords, empty platitudes that sound impressive but mean absolutely nothing.

“are you suggesting i fabricate data?” you ask, your voice dangerously low.

sophia’s eyes widen slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her face. “of course not! i would never suggest anything unethical. i just want you to be more… persuasive.”

“persuasive how?” you press, enjoying the discomfort you see in her eyes.

she fidgets in her chair, avoiding your gaze. “i… i don’t know. that’s what i’m paying you to figure out.”

“you’re paying me to analyze data, not to spin it into a narrative that suits your agenda.” you say, your voice hardening. you've spent the last three weeks buried in spreadsheets, sifting through customer demographics, purchase histories, and marketing campaign results. the numbers don’t lie, and they’re painting a picture sophia clearly doesn't want to see.

sophia finally looks up, her eyes flashing with anger. “don’t talk to me like that. i’m your boss.”

the words hang in the air, thick and heavy. you feel a bitter laugh bubbling in your chest, threatening to spill out and make a scene. you manage to swallow it down, but the taste of bile lingers on your tongue.

“right.” you say, your voice dangerously low. “my boss. remind me, sophia, what kind of boss sleeps with her employees, sophia?” you ask, the question hanging heavy in the air like a humid summer storm. the blood thrums in your ears, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, suffocating silence of her opulent office. outside, the city hums its relentless song, a stark contrast to the tense quiet that has settled between you.

sophia’s face pales, the carefully applied makeup unable to completely mask the sudden flood of guilt and something that could be fear. she opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. you press on, relentless now that the dam has broken. she opens her mouth, then closes it, searching for the right words, the right lie, but finds none.

“that’s… that’s not fair.” she finally stammers, her voice losing some of its usual steel. “you… you wanted it too.”

“wanted it? or was it subtly, skillfully coerced? was it the promise of a brighter future dangled in front of me like a carrot? tell me, sophia, how many other analysts have you ‘mentored’ into your bed to get ahead?” the words spill out of you, fueled by weeks of simmering resentment and a bitter, burning betrayal.

you watch her squirm, a small satisfaction blooming in your chest. for too long, she’s held all the power, manipulated the narrative, and controlled the game. now, for a fleeting moment, the tables are turning.

“that’s a disgusting accusation.” she hisses, her composure returning with a vengeance. “i value you, (y/n). your work is exceptional. the… the personal aspect was separate.”

“separate? you think i’m stupid? that i can’t see the connection? you’re offering me the position of your personal secretary, sophia. your personal secretary. an upgrade in title, more money, more proximity to you. all predicated on one condition: that i keep my mouth shut about our… ‘personal aspect,’ especially to your wife, manon.” you spit the name out like a curse.

the air crackles with unspoken accusations, with the weight of your shared secret, with the bitter taste of exploitation.

sophia stands abruptly, her chair scraping against the polished floor. “how dare you?" she hisses, her voice trembling. “this is completely inappropriate. i’m going to pretend you didn’t say any of that.”

“oh, i think we both know you won’t forget it.” you retort, pushing yourself away from the desk. “the truth has a funny way of sticking in your craw, doesn’t it?”

“manon doesn’t need to know.” sophia says, her voice softening again, a desperate plea slipping through the cracks of her carefully constructed facade. “it was a mistake. a moment of weakness. it doesn’t have to affect anything.”

“oh, but it does, sophia. it affects everything. it affects my trust, my self–respect, and my career. it affects your marriage, your reputation, everything you’ve built. and you expect me to just… ignore it? to become your silent accomplice?” you step closer, invading her personal space, forcing her to look you in the eye. “you underestimate me. you thought you could buy my silence with a title and a raise. you thought i was just another pawn in your game.”

“get out.” she says, her voice barely a whisper, but there's a steel edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine.

“gladly.” you reply, grabbing your bag and heading for the door. “but don’t think this is over, sophia. the data speaks for itself, and so willi.”

as you reach the door, sophia explodes. “you think you can just waltz in here, sleep with me, threaten me, and walk away scot–free? you are sorely mistaken! you are nothing but a glorified number cruncher, and i can replace you in a heartbeat! do you really think anyone will believe you? it’s your word against mine! and who do you think they’ll trust, hmm? the owner of the company or some two–bit data analyst?”

you turn back to face her, your jaw clenched. “two–bit data analyst? you were singing a different tune last night, weren’t you? when you were whispering in my ear, telling me how brilliant i am, how much you appreciate my… dedication.” you let the word drip with sarcasm. “and as for replacing me, go ahead. but replacing the truth? that’s a little harder, don’t you think?”

“liar!” sophia screams, advancing towards you. “you’re twisting everything! i never offered you a promotion in exchange for your silence. that’z a complete fabrication! you’re just jealous because you know you’re not good enough!”

“jealous?” you scoff. “of what? your loveless marriage? your ethically bankrupt business practices? your pathetic attempts to control everyone around you? i wouldn’t trade places with you for all the money in the world.”

“get out!” she roars, her face contorted with rage. “get out before i call security.”

“go ahead.” you challenge, standing your ground. “call them. tell them everything. see how that plays out for you.”

a wave of nausea washes over you as the full weight of the situation crashes down. what have you done? you’ve jeopardized your career, possibly your reputation. but you couldn’t stay silent any longer. the lies, the manipulation, the blatant disregard for ethical boundaries — it was all too much.

“you know.”.you say, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “i actually felt bad for you. i thought you were trapped, that you wanted out of this… charade. but now i see the truth. you enjoy it, don’t you? the power, the control, the ability to manipulate people like puppets.”

“shut up!” sophia shrieks, grabbing a heavy glass paperweight from her desk.

you instinctively flinch, taking a step back. “don’t.” you warn, your voice trembling. “don’t do anything you’lll regret.”

“i already regret ever meeting you!” she screams, her eyes wild with fury. “you’ve ruined everything!”

“no, sophia.” you say, shaking your head sadly. “you ruined everything yourself. i just exposed it.”

the room falls silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. sophia stands there, panting, the paperweight still clutched in her hand. you stare back at her, your heart pounding in your chest.

finally, she slowly lowers the paperweight, placing it back on the desk with a thud. “get out.” she repeats, her voice barely audible now. “just get out.”

the humid air hangs heavy in the room, thick with unspoken words and simmering resentments. the mahogany desk gleams under the soft glow of the desk lamp, a silent witness to the drama unfolding within the four walls. time seems to slow to a crawl, each second stretching into an eternity as you lock eyes with sophia.

the room falls silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. sophia stands there, panting, the paperweight still clutched in her hand. its smooth, cold surface glints menacingly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the fury blazing in her eyes. you stare back at her, your heart pounding in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a frantic drum.

you can feel the sweat prickling on your skin, a cold sheen born of fear and adrenaline. the air is thick with the scent of her perfume, a familiar fragrance that usually brings a sense of comfort, but now feels like a suffocating blanket. you search her face for a sign, a glimmer of the sophia you thought you knew, the sophia you had fallen for. but all you see is anger, raw and untamed, a storm raging behind her usually calm, collected facade.

finally, she slowly lowers the paperweight, placing it back on the desk with a thud that reverberates through the silent room. the sound is jarring, a sharp punctuation mark at the end of a sentence you hadn’t even realized you were speaking. “get out.” she repeats, her voice barely audible now, a mere whisper lost in the oppressive silence. “just get out.”

you hesitate. the word hangs in the air between you, a fragile thread stretched taut. part of you wants to obey, to turn and flee, to escape this suffocating atmosphere and the burning intensity of her gaze. but another part, a foolish, stubborn part, refuses to let go. you want to say something, anything, to explain, to apologize, to salvage what little remains of the bond you shared.

“sophia.” you begin, your voice hoarse, the word catching in your throat. but she cuts you off with a sharp shake of her head.

“don't.” she says, her voice cracking. “just… don’t.”

you swallow, the lump in your throat growing larger. the silence returns, heavier now, laden with regret and unspoken accusations. you know you should leave. you know you have no right to stay. but your feet feel rooted to the spot, your body unwilling to obey the commands of your mind.

you take a step back, preparing to turn and walk away, to disappear into the night and leave her to grapple with the wreckage of your affair. you feel a pang of guilt, sharp and painful, but you tell yourself it's for the best. for her. for her wife. for everyone.

but just as you’re about to leave, just as you’re about to sever the last fragile thread connecting you to her, you feel sophia grab you by the tie. the silk constricts around your neck, pulling you back towards her with a sudden, unexpected force. you stumble, caught off balance, your hand instinctively reaching out to steady yourself against the edge of the desk.

her grip is tight, her knuckles white against the dark fabric of your tie. you look at her, confusion warring with a flicker of something else, something that looks dangerously like desire. her eyes are still filled with anger, but there’s a vulnerability there too, a desperate plea hidden beneath the surface.

“sophia?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

she doesn’t answer. instead, she pulls you closer, her face inches from yours. you can feel her breath on your skin, warm and ragged. the scent of her perfume intensifies, filling your senses and making your head spin.

“just… one last time.” she whispers, her voice trembling. “before you tell my wife that i’m cheating on her with you."

the words are like a slap in the face, bringing you crashing back to reality. you push against her, trying to create some distance between you. but she doesn’t budge. her grip on your tie remains firm, unyielding.

“sophia, no.” you say, your voice strained. “this is wrong. we can’t.”

but your words lack conviction. the truth is, a part of you wants this. a part of you is drawn to her, to the chaos and the danger that she represents. a part of you is still hopelessly, foolishly in love with her.

she ignores your protests, her eyes locked on yours. there’s a raw intensity in her gaze, a hunger that mirrors your own. she tugs on your tie, pulling you even closer until your bodies are touching. you can feel the heat radiating from her, a palpable force that threatens to consume you.

and then, she kisses you.

it’s not a gentle, tender kiss. it’s a desperate, hungry kiss, a kiss born of anger, regret, and a desperate need for connection. her lips are firm against yours, her teeth nipping at your lower lip. she tastes of salt and desperation, a potent combination that sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

you try to resist, to pull away, but her grip on your tie is too strong. and, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don't really want to resist. the kiss is too intoxicating, too addictive. it’s a reminder of everything you’ve lost, of everything you could have had.

you moan softly, surrendering to the moment. your arms instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. her body is pressed against yours, every curve and contour a familiar comfort. you deepen the kiss, your tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

the world around you fades away, the only reality the feel of her lips on yours, the taste of her on your tongue. you forget about the past, about the future, about the consequences of your actions. all that matters is this moment, this desperate, fleeting connection.

she breaks the kiss, gasping for breath. her eyes are glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed. she looks at you, her expression a mixture of anger, longing, and regret.

“please” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “just… one last time. please."

and then, without waiting for your response, she pushes you backwards, towards the desk. you stumble, your back hitting the hard surface. the sudden impact knocks the breath out of you.

before you can react, she's on top of you, her body pinning you to the desk. her hands are everywhere, tearing at your shirt, tugging your tie. you try to protest, but your words are lost in the frenzy of her touch.

she nuzzles your neck, her teeth gently nipping at your skin. you moan, your body betraying you. you know this is wrong. you know you shouldn’t be doing this. but you can’t stop yourself. the desire is too strong, the pull too irresistible.

she lays you down on her desk, scattering papers and pens across the floor. the cool surface of the desk against your back is a sharp contrast to the heat of her body pressed against yours. she kisses you again, her lips hungry and demanding.

your hands move of their own accord, exploring the curves of her body. you trace the line of her spine, the swell of her hips, the gentle curve of her breasts. she moans, arching her back against you.

the world narrows to the space between you, a private universe where only pleasure and desire exist. you forget about everything else, about the betrayal, the lies, the consequences. all that matters is the here and now, the feel of her body against yours, the taste of her on your tongue.

the sounds of your ragged breathing fill the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or whisper. you’re lost in a haze of sensation, your mind blank, your body on fire.

this is it. this is the moment you’ve been both craving and dreading. the culmination of weeks, months, of stolen glances and whispered conversations. the moment when all the carefully constructed walls come crashing down.

and as you lie there, lost in the throes of passion, you can't help but wonder what the morning will bring. will you regret this? will she? or will this be a memory you both carry with you, a secret whispered in the dark, long after you've gone your separate ways? only time will tell. but for now, in this moment, all that matters is the heat of her body pressed against yours, and the desperate, undeniable truth that you are both completely, utterly lost.

she kissed you like she was starving for it, like she wanted to devour you whole. her lips moved forcefully against yours, her tongue pushing past your teeth to claim your mouth with aggressive hunger.

one hand remained fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other arm wrapped around your waist, crushing your body against the hard planes of her own. you could feel every inch of her, from the swell of her breasts to the lean muscles of her stomach and thighs. she pressed you back against the wall, pinning you there with the weight of her body.

sophia kissed you until your head spun and your knees went weak. she kissed you until you could barely remember your own name, let alone where you were or how you’d ended up in this compromising position. the taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her — it consumed your senses until nothing else existed.

when she finally pulled back, it was only to attack your neck with the same fervent intensity. she kissed and nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing your pulse point before her lips closed around it, sucking hard. her hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt to caress the smooth expanse of your back, your sides, your ribs. she touched you like she owned you, like you belonged to her.

she murmured filthy words against your skin, praise and promises and threats all tangled together in a heady, intoxicating mix. “fuck, you taste even better than i remember…” she panted, her voice ragged with desire. “i’m going to ruin you for anyone else, (y/n). I'm going to make you forget what it feels like to want anyone but me…”

her hand slid lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your skirt. her fingers brushed against your inner thigh, teasing, threatening to go higher, to touch you in the place that ached most for her touch. she looked up at you, her eyes dark and wild and full of sinful promise.

with a low, wicked chuckle, sophia’s fingers crept higher, brushing maddeningly against the fabric of your panties. she could feel the damp heat emanating from your core, could sense how much you wanted her touch. she rubbed slow, teasing circles against your clothed sex, applying just enough pressure to make your hips twitch and buck against her hand.

“you’re already so wet for me.” she purred, her voice a sinful rumble against your ear. “i’ve barely even touched you and you’re already dripping. fuck, that’s so hot…”

she nipped at your earlobe, tugging on it lightly with her teeth before soothing the sting with her tongue. her fingers continued their torturous teasing, rubbing and stroking and circles until you were panting and mewling with need.

“tell me what you want, (y/n).” she demanded, her voice a low, dominant growl. “tell me exactly what you need. i want to hear you say it.”

her thumb found your clit through the damp fabric, pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. she rubbed mercilessly, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. her other hand slid up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between her fingers.

“be a good girl and tell me, baby.” she coaxed, her breath hot on your skin. “tell me what you need and i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. you just have to ask for it.”

she punctuated her words with a sharp pinch to your nipple and a particularly firm press against your clit. she was relentless, determined to make you beg for it, to make you admit how desperately you needed her touch, her body, her everything.

a low blow to your pride. as much as you would like to give sophia a witty comeback, you couldn’t, not when your body craved it and spoke louder than your brain — but even though you wanted to say something, a part of you knew this was wrong, you couldn’t stop thinking about manon and all the damage you’ve been causing these past few months, even if she doesn’t know you’re sleeping with her wife, you’re hurting her.

but here we go again, your body has more power than your brain.

“... i need you to fuck me.”

sophia’s eyes flashed with triumph and hunger at your desperate, wanton plea. A wicked, feral grin spread across her face, revealing perfect white teeth. she let out a low, approving growl that reverberated through your body.

“mmmh, such a dirty mouth on an angelic face.” she purred, her voice a sinful rumble. “i fucking love it. don’t worry, baby, i’m going to take such good care of you…”

she captured your mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers. her hands were everywhere, touching you, caressing you, claiming every inch of your skin. she pushed your skirt up around your waist and ripped your panties off with one sharp tug, baring your dripping sex to the cool air of the office.

sophia’s fingers delved between your thighs, stroking through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. she circled your clit with maddening slowness, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck and writhe against her hand.

“fuck, you’re soaked.” she groaned against your mouth, her fingers sliding easily through your arousal. “i can feel how much you need it. how much you need me inside you.”

she pushed one long, slender finger inside you, pumping it slowly, shallowly. her thumb continued its relentless circling of your clit, the dual sensations driving you crazy with lust. she added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open, filling you up.

sophia kissed down your neck, her teeth and tongue leaving a trail of marks and bites. she sucked hard on your collarbone, determined to leave her claim on your skin. her fingers picked up speed, plunging in and out of your dripping cunt with increasing force.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” she panted, her voice rough with desire. “i can feel you squeezing my fingers, trying to pull me in deeper. you want to be filled up, don’t you, baby? want to be stretched out and fucked hard until you can’t walk straight?”

she curled her fingers inside you, rubbing against that spot that made your vision go white and your toes curl. her thumb pressed down hard on your clit, the stimulation almost too intense to bear. she could feel your inner walls fluttering. her fingers curled inside you, rubbing mercilessly against that sensitive spot deep within your core. your back arched off the desk, your hips bucking wildly against her hand as she fingered you with ruthless intensity. sophia’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched you come undone, reveling in the power she held over your pleasure.

“fuck yes, that’s it.” she growled, her voice low and thick with arousal. “come on, baby, let me feel you come on my fingers. i want to feel your tight little cunt squeezing me, milking me for all i’m worth.”

she captured your mouth in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation. her fingers never slowed their relentless pace, pounding into you, claiming you, owning you. she could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your orgasm approached. she kissed you through it, swallowing every moan and cry that spilled from your lips.

when your climax finally hit, it was with the force of a tidal wave. your inner walls clamped down on her fingers like a vice, rippling and squeezing as ecstasy crashed through you. sophia groaned into your mouth, feeling your release, reveling in the way your body shook and shuddered against her own.

she worked you through it, her fingers gentling to slow, sensual strokes as your orgasm ebbed. she pulled her hand away, bringing her soaked fingers to her mouth to suck your essence clean. her eyes fluttered shut as she savored your taste, a low moan of satisfaction rumbling in her throat.

“fuck, you taste even better when you come.” she purred, her voice a sinful murmur. “sweet and tangy and all mine. i could get addicted to your taste, (y/n).”

she leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “and now that i’ve had a little taste, i’m going to need a bigger serving. i’m going to need to devour you whole, until you’re drowning in pleasure and begging for mercy.”

sophia’s hand slid up your thigh, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. she cupped your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it pebbled beneath her touch.

she grabbed your hips and spun you around, pushing you to sit on the edge of desk. the wood was cool against the backs of your thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from sophia’s body as she stepped between your legs.

sophia’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your waist. she hooked her fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, tossing them carelessly to the floor. her eyes darkened as she took in the sight of your bare sex, glistening and swollen from your recent orgasm.

“fuck, look at this pretty little pussy.” she groaned, her voice thick with desire. “so cute and perfect, just begging to be eaten. and i’m going to enjoy every fucking bite.”

she pushed your thighs further apart, opening you up to her. her head dipped down, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. she placed a single, open-mouthed kiss on your clit, her tongue flicking out to taste you. she hummed in approval at your flavor, her eyes fluttering shut.

sophia licked a slow, sensual stripe up your slit, her tongue delving between your folds to stroke along your entrance. she circled your clit with the tip of her tongue before suckling on it greedily, her cheeks hollowing as she drew it into her mouth.

she pushed two fingers back inside you, pumping them slowly, shallowly. her other hand slid up your body to palm your breast, kneading and squeezing the soft mound. she rolled your nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging on the sensitive bud.

sophia could feel your arousal coating her fingers, dripping down to pool on the desk beneath you. the scent of your desire filled the air, musky and heady and intoxicating. she could feel her own arousal growing, her core clenching and throbbing with the need to be filled.

sophia’s fingers curled inside you, stroking along that sensitive spot that made your back arch off the desk and your toes curl. she rubbed mercilessly, determined to make you scream, to make you beg, to make you completely fall apart.

her other hand slid down your body, her nails raking lightly over your skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. she grasped your thigh, pushing it higher, opening you even more to her hungry mouth and questing tongue.

sophia’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and intense and full of sinful promises. she held your gaze as she lowered her head, her tongue delving between your folds once more. she licked and sucked and flicked, her mouth working tirelessly to bring you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

you could feel the coil of tension in your lower belly, pulled taut and ready to snap at any moment. sophia could feel it too, could sense your impending release in the way your inner walls fluttered and clenched around her fingers, could hear it in the desperate, needy sounds spilling from your lips.

she doubled her efforts, her fingers pumping harder, faster, her tongue lashing against your clit with ruthless intensity. she could feel her own arousal growing, her core aching and empty, but she focused solely on your pleasure, determined to make this experience unforgettable for you.

suddenly, she pulled her fingers from your dripping sex and grasped your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. she pushed your chest down against the desk, your breasts flattening against the cool wood. your ass was raised in the air, your legs dangling off the edge. she pushed your thighs together, trapping your lower body beneath her.

sophia’s hands slid up your calves, over your knees, your thighs, your ass. she squeezed and groped, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. she grasped your ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing your dripping slit to the cool air.

she leaned down, her breath hot against your entrance. she placed a single, teasing kiss on your clit, making you jump and gasp. then, without warning, she dove in, her mouth latching onto your sex like a starving woman at a feast.

she ate you like she was ravenous, like she needed your taste, your pleasure, your release to survive. her tongue delved deep, stroking along your slit before flicking rapidly over your clit. she sucked and licked and lapped at your dripping sex, her mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she feasted on you, determined to make you come undone.

sophia could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your orgasm approached. she could hear your breath coming in short, sharp gasps and pants, could feel your thighs trembling where they were trapped beneath her. she knew you were close, and could sense the impending explosion of pleasure that was about to consume you.

with a low, approving growl, sophia doubled her efforts, her tongue and lips and even her teeth working in tandem to drive you to that peak of ecstasy. she could feel her own body pulsing in time with your racing heart, her own core clenching and aching with the need for release. but she focused only on you, on your pleasure, on making this moment unforgettable for you.

she could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your orgasm approached. she could hear your breath coming in short, sharp gasps and pants, could feel your thighs trembling where they were trapped beneath her. she knew you were close, and could sense the impending explosion of pleasure that was about to consume you.

she could feel your body shaking, your hands fisting in the desk calendar as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. your inner walls clamped down on her tongue, fluttering and squeezing as ecstasy ripped through you. sophia groaned against your sex, the vibrations only intensifying your pleasure, pushing you higher.

she worked you through it, her mouth and fingers never slowing, never stopping, until your body went limp and boneless against the desk. she licked you clean, swallowing every drop of your release, savoring your taste like a fine wine.

finally, she pulled back, her chin and lips glistening with your arousal. she licked her lips, her eyes fluttering open to meet your dazed gaze. a wicked, satisfied grin spread across her face as she took in your wrecked state.

“fuck, (y/n).” she purred, her voice a low, rough rasp. “you taste even better than i imagined. i could get addicted to making you come, to feeling you shake apart in my arms.”

sophia’s eyes flashed with renewed hunger and desire at your breathless plea. she licked her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she climbed off the desk. she grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, spinning you around to face her. her hands slid around your waist, gripping your hips possessively as she backed you up against the desk once more.

but your body wasn’t sure if it could continue or even have one more little round. sophia always knew how to use you perfectly and completely drain your energy until you were a pulp. “sophia i’m tired…”

“don’t give up right now, baby. i’m going to scissor you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. you’ll be feeling me every time you sit down, every time you take a step. i’ll make sure of that.”

she pushed you down onto the desk, your back hitting the cool wood. she climbed on top of you, straddling your hips, her knees on either side of your thighs. she wore a skirt that had ridden up her legs, revealing the long, lean muscles of her toned thighs. she wasn’t wearing panties, and you could feel the heat of her bare sex pressing against your own through the thin fabric of your pencil skirt.

sophia’s hands slid under your skirt, pushing the material up around your waist. she grasped your thighs, pushing your legs apart until your knees were bent and falling open, exposing your dripping sex to her hungry gaze. she licked her lips as she took in the sight of you, spread out beneath her like a feast.

“fuck, look at this pretty little pussy.” she groaned, her voice thick with desire. “so sensitive and swollen and ready for me. i can’t wait to feel it against mine.”

she leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing, demanding kiss. she licked into your mouth, her tongue stroking along yours, tasting you, claiming you. her hips rolled against yours, grinding her bare sex against your own. the sensation of her slick folds sliding against your sensitive flesh made you gasp into her mouth.

sophia’s hands slid up your body, pushing your shirt up and over your head. she broke the kiss just long enough to tug it off and toss it aside, leaving you bare beneath her. her eyes darkened as she took in the sight of your naked body, splayed out on the desk for her pleasure.

“mmmh, you have such a gorgeous body, (y/n).” she purred, her gaze raking over your curves hungrily. “and it’s all mine. mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to fuck. i’m going to explore every inch of you, baby.”

she leaned down, trailing open–mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. her hands cupped your breasts, kneading the soft mounds, rolling your nipples between her fingers until they pebbled beneath her touch. she lowered her head, taking one hardened peak into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it until you arched off the desk with a gasp.

sophia’s hips continued their sensual grind against yours, her wetness coating your inner thighs. she could feel your arousal growing, your sex throbbing and aching with the need for more. she knew she had you right where she wanted you, desperate and wanting and completely at her mercy.

“tell me what you want, (y/n).” she murmured against your breast, her breath hot on your skin. “tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you. i want to hear you say it, baby. i want to hear that filthy mouth of yours begging for my cunt.”

she punctuated her words by rolling her hips harder, grinding her sex against yours with more force. she could feel the heat of her own arousal building, could feel her walls clenching and pulsing around nothing. she could feel your hips bucking up against hers, seeking more friction, more contact. a low, approving growl rumbled in her throat as she felt your desperation. she loved reducing you to this state, loved knowing that she was the one driving you crazy with lust.

“that’s it, baby.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “don’t be shy now. tell me exactly what you need. i want to hear you say it loud and clear.”

she rolled her hips harder, grinding her slick sex against yours with deliberate, teasing strokes. the desk creaked beneath you with the force of her movements, the obscene sound only spurring on her hunger. she could feel your body trembling beneath her, could hear your breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

“please, sophia. don’t tease.”

sophia’s eyes flashed with triumph and hunger as she heard your desperate plea, your filthy words falling from your lips like a prayer. a wicked, feral grin spread across her face, revealing perfect white teeth. she licked her lips, her gaze raking over your naked body with blatant, unchecked desire.

“mmmh, such a naughty girl, begging so sweetly for my cunt.” she purred, her voice a low, dominate growl. “i fucking love it. don’t worry, baby, i’m going to give you exactly what you need. i’m going to scissor this pretty pussy so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

sophia’s eyes flashed with dark promise as she heard your breathless plea. she licked her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she ground her hips harder against yours. the desk creaked beneath you with the force of her movements, the obscene sound only spurring on her hunger.

“that’s my girl.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “so desperate for my touch, for my taste, for my everything. i fucking love it.”

she leaned down, trailing open–mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. her hands slid down your body, gripping your hips possessively as she positioned herself between your thighs. she grasped your legs, pushing them further apart until you were spread wide open beneath her.

sophia’s eyes darkened as she took in the sight of your dripping sex, swollen and glistening with arousal. she licked her lips, her gaze hungry and intense as she leaned in closer. her breath was hot against your neck, making you shudder and gasp.

with a low, approving growl, sophia closed the scant distance between your bodies. she pressed her sex against yours, the first touch of skin on skin sending a jolt of electricity through you both. she rolled her hips, grinding her slick folds against your own, coating your sex with her arousal.

“fuck, you feel amazing.” she groaned, her voice rough with desire. “so soft and slick and perfect. i can’t wait to feel you dripping down my thighs and smearing across my skin.”

she rolled her hips harder, the desk creaking beneath you as she ground against you with increasing force. her hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between her fingers until they pebbled beneath her touch.

sophia’s mouth found yours in a searing, demanding kiss. she licked into your mouth, her tongue stroking along yours, tasting you, claiming you. she swallowed your moans and whimpers, drinking them down like a woman dying of thirst.

she could feel the heat of your sex building, could sense your impending release in the way your walls fluttered and clenched around nothing. she knew she had you right where she wanted you, desperate and wanting and completely at her mercy.*

“come on, baby.” she purred against your lips. “let me feel you come undone. i want to feel your pretty pussy spasming and dripping and soaking my thighs. give it to me, (y/n). give me everything.”

with a low, dominant growl, sophia rolled her hips one last time, grinding her sex hard and fast against yours. at the same time, she pinched and tugged on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly as she felt your body tense and shudder beneath her.

your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your sex clenching and fluttering wildly as you came with a scream of pleasure. sophia groaned as she felt your release, your arousal gushing out to coat her thighs and drip down onto the desk. she worked you through it, her hips rolling and grinding, her fingers never stopping their relentless stimulation until your body went limp and sat beneath her.

finally, sophia collapsed against you, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. she peppered your face with soft kisses, her touch now gentle and almost reverent as she came down from her high. she nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin, savoring the moment of intimate connection.

“fuck, (y/n).” she murmured, her voice a low, satisfied rumble. “that was incredible. you’re incredible. i knew from the moment i saw you that we would be amazing together.”

she lifted her head to look at you, her eyes soft and warm with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. she brushed your hair back from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. her thumb stroked along your cheek, tracing the curve of your lips with a feather–light touch.

“please don’t tell manon about this.” sophia begs, her soft tone of voice catching your attention. “can we continue this in secret like we have always done? please.”

you didn’t want to stop this either. being with sophia felt... good, even if she was cheating on her wife. but could you continue knowing the damage you were causing to her marriage.

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THE DEVIL IN I — 𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza

❝𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘪. 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.❞

──── ( 🦇 ) sophia, the poster child for teenage angst, accepts a party invite, hoping to shed her “virgin loser” image, only to find herself locked in a closet during a party game with the one person who makes her existence a daily hell: one of her bullies.

𝓟aring. switch!emo!gp sophia laforteza & switch!fem reader

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. alcohol, blowjob, breeding, creampie, deep throat, degradation, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, nipple play, titsucking, riding, squirting, weed usage. (and more... there’s a lot going on.)

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the scratching of your pen against the lined paper was a small, predictable comfort. history drifted past you in the droning voice of mr. smith, dates and treaties blurring into a meaningless hum. you were more interested in perfecting the shading of your notes, the artful slant of your handwriting, than the intricacies of the french revolution. that is, until daniela’s voice, sharp and laced with a familiar brand of disdain, sliced through your concentration.

“did you hear that weirdo was invited to the party?”

your pen stills on the page of your notebook, hovering over a half–drawn diagram of the country republic’s social structure. you look up, your gaze snagging on daniela’s expectant face. she’s leaning closer, her eyes bright with a gossipy energy. beside her, manon snickers, a sound as brittle as thin ice.

you already know who they’re talking about. that weirdo. sophia laforteza. the label hangs around her like a shroud. sophia exists on the periphery of your perfectly curated world, a shadowy figure haunting the hallways. the girl with the perpetually messy black hair that seems to defy gravity, the intimidating height that dwarfs most of the other students, the clothes that are always several sizes too big, swallowing her whole; baggy jeans, oversized hoodies, combat boots that look like they’ve seen better days. everything about her screams… different. — her eyes, when you occasionally caught a glimpse, held a disconcerting intensity that seemed to pierce through the carefully constructed facade of your high school world. she was a study in contrasts, a stark outlier in a sea of carefully curated conformity.

you’ve never spoken to her. why would you? sophia is a black hole of social awkwardness, a potential reputation killer wrapped in a trench coat of angst. associating with her would be a strategic blunder of epic proportions, a direct hit to your carefully constructed social standing.

“who invited her?” daniela asks, her voice dripping with incredulity. “seriously? who would want her there? i mean, i don’t want to sound rude, but she has absolutely nothing to do with the party.”

manon chimes in, her voice dripping with a venomous sugar. “probably trying to be ‘inclusive.’ you know, the bleeding heart types. probably thinks she’ll suddenly blossom into a social butterfly if she gets a whiff of champagne and some decent music. newsflash: she’ll probably just lurk in the corner, scowling and listening to… i don’t know, funeral dirges or something. whenever i walk past her i can hear the music blasting through her headphones, it’s a miracle she hasn’t gone deaf or something yet.”

daniela continued, her voice dripping with thinly veiled disgust. “i heard lara felt obligated to invite her. you know, for… inclusivity or something. can you imagine? the after–party at the raj’s pool? sophia laforteza in a bathing suit? that’s a visual i don’t need.”

manon, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement, chimed in. “oh, please. she probably wears a burkini to the beach. or maybe a full suit of armor. you know, to protect us all from her… darkness.” she punctuated the last word with an exaggerated shudder.

a ripple of laughter, brittle and cruel, spread through their small circle. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, but said nothing. you told yourself it was because you were focused on your notes, on the importance of maintaining your grades. but a small, nagging voice whispered that it was fear. fear of being ostracized, of losing your place in the carefully constructed hierarchy of high school.

manon’s voice, laced with a venomous edge, rose above the murmur of the classroom. “seriously, though, what’s her deal? does she think she’s some kind of tortured artist? all that black eyeliner and brooding? it’s so… pathetic. personally, i think that ‘smoky’ makeup, as she calls it, is kind of disgusting. i don’t understand how a dark eyeshadow applied in a way that makes you look like you were punched in the eye can look aesthetically pleasing, according to her.”

daniela nodded in agreement, her expression hardening. “and the poetry? have you ever read any of her stuff? it’s all death and despair and… ravens. I've heard that the literature teacher always congratulates her on her texts, quite the ass–kissing teachers if i may say so. honestly, it’s like she’s auditioning to be the next edgar allan poe.”

you had, in fact, seen some of sophia’s poetry. scrawled in the school newspaper, tucked into the margins of library books. it was dark, yes, but there was a raw, unsettling honesty to it that you couldn’t deny. a glimpse into a world of pain and longing that was both unsettling and strangely compelling. you quickly dismissed the thought, shoving it back into the recesses of your mind. it was dangerous to dwell on such things.

“i heard her family is loaded, though.” manon continued, her tone shifting slightly, revealing a hint of something akin to grudging respect, immediately followed by disdain. “old money. but they’re like, super weird. they live in that creepy old victorian house on the edge of town. you know, the one that looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie? i bet she must feel like she’s in a vampire novel or something like that weird stuff, i don’t know, she must feel like something out of a disgustingly cheap drama and romance movie.”

daniela wrinkled her nose, seeming disgusted just by hearing the nonsense manon was saying. “i figured. probably worships satan in the basement or something. i bet she sacrifices small animals. that white cat, you know which one i’m talking about, right? the one of the picture on her phone case, i bet she does weird things to her.”

you cringed inwardly. the casual cruelty of their words made your stomach churn. you wanted to say something, to defend sophia, to point out the absurdity and mean–spiritedness of their comments. but the words caught in your throat, choked by the fear of ridicule, of being labeled an outcast yourself.

you stifle a sigh. the casual cruelty of manon’s remarks makes you uncomfortable, but you’re not about to say anything. you’re not about to defend sophia laforteza. you’re not about to risk being tarred with the same brush.

instead, you turn your attention back to your notebook, pretending that the intricacies of french governance are far more fascinating than the petty dramas unfolding around you. you try to focus on the rise and fall of empires, the machinations of senators, the ebb and flow of power. but the words blur on the page. the image of sophia laforteza, standing alone in the school hallway, her shoulders hunched, her eyes downcast, keeps flickering in the back of your mind.

the party in question is the annual pre–summer break bash thrown by lara raj, the undisputed queen of the social scene. it’s the event of the year, a carefully orchestrated spectacle of wealth, popularity, and carefully curated appearances. an invitation to lara’s party is a symbol of acceptance, a validation of your place in the social hierarchy. and apparently, sophia laforteza, against all odds, has received one.

mr. smith cleared his throat, his voice booming through the classroom. “alight, settle down, everyone. let’s get back to the causes of the class topic.”

the whispers subsided, but the damage was done. the image of sophia laforteza, isolated and vilified, lingered in your mind. You tried to focus on the lesson, but daniela and manon’s venomous words echoed in your ears.

the bell rang, signaling the end of class. you gathered your things, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. as you walked out of the classroom, you saw sophia standing by her locker, her back to you. the black fabric of her oversized hoodie swallowed her frame, making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable.

you hesitated, a strange impulse tugging at you. for a fleeting moment, you considered approaching her, offering a simple greeting, a gesture of kindness. she definitely looked like someone who was uncomfortable socializing, but trying to give her a chance wasn’t a bad thing at all.

but then daniela’s words flashed through your mind: “it would ruin your entire reputation to socialize with her, a huge hit to social status if you think about it.”

you averted your eyes and walked past her, your footsteps quickening. the weight of your silence settled heavily on your shoulders. you told yourself it was the right decision, the only decision. protecting your reputation was paramount. but as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had betrayed something important, something within yourself.

the music vibrates through your chest, a dull thrum that matches the frantic rhythm of your heart. lara’s parties. you knew what to expect. chaos, glitter, questionable punch, and memories that would surface in the most inconvenient moments for years to come. this year seemed to be living up to its predecessors. you’re already a few drinks in, the world around you softening at the edges. laughter erupts around you like popcorn, and the humid air smells of cheap perfume and spilled beer.

you find yourself swept up in the throng of dancers in the living room. megan grabs your hands, pulling you closer. she’s always been a whirlwind of energy, a bright spark in the often-dull landscape of high school. dancing with her is usually just fun, a carefree release. but tonight, something feels different.

as the song shifts to a more seductive beat, megan starts to press closer. at first, you brush it off. megan is playful, a bit of a flirt. you laugh, bumping her playfully with your hip. but she doesn’t back away. instead, she nuzzles her face into your neck, her breath warm against your skin.

a shiver runs down your spine, a mixture of surprise and something… else. you pull back slightly, eyebrows raised in question.

“megan, what are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light. the alcohol makes it hard to focus, the words slurring slightly.

she just giggles, a sound that’s usually charming but now feels a little too knowing. “just play along.” she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

play along? with what, exactly? before you can formulate a coherent thought, your attention is snagged by manon’s laughter, echoing across the room. you glance over and catch daniela’s gaze – a subtle, amused look that flickers towards the couch.

intrigued, you follow her line of sight. and that’s when you see her. sophia.

sphia, the undisputed queen of the shadows, the girl who wore black like it was armor, the one who always seemed to be on the periphery of everything. she’s perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, a stark contrast to the swirling mass of bodies in the center of the room.

but it’s not just her usual solitary pose that catches your eye. it’s the look on her face. her eyes are wide, almost unblinking, fixed on the group of girls dancing. she looks…hypnotized. like a deer caught in headlights.

you open your mouth to say something, to perhaps offer sophia a way out of her awkward observation post. but megan tugs you back, her fingers digging lightly into your arm.

“don’t worry about her.” she murmurs, her voice low and persuasive. “come on, let’s have some fun.”

fun. right. that’s what you’re here for. and besides, you like joking around. you’re a little drunk. and… well, maybe a little harmless teasing wouldn’t hurt. you’ve seen sophia’s stoic exterior crack before, usually under the pressure of someone trying to be funny and you’ve always wondered what she’d do if you were the one testing her resolve.

turning back to megan, you grin. “alright.” you say, the word a little slurred. “let’s give her a show.”

you lean into megan, your arms wrapping around her waist. she responds instantly, her hands sliding up your back, her fingers tangling in your hair. the music seems to intensify, the beat pounding in your ears.

this is it. this is where the teasing begins.

you start to dance with megan, but it’s not the casual, silly dancing from before. this is different. this is deliberate. you move closer, your bodies brushing against each other. you make sure your movements are exaggerated, your laughter a little too loud, your glances in sophia’s direction pointed.

megan seems to understand immediately. she plays along with enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with the same mischievous glint you feel in your own. she dips you low, her hand lingering on your lower back. you laugh, throwing your head back, your gaze meeting sophia’s across the room.

sophia’s expression doesn’t change, but you can sense a shift in her energy. her eyes seem to widen slightly, her lips parting just a fraction.

you pull megan closer again, whispering something in her ear, something deliberately suggestive. she giggles, and the sound echoes in the suddenly charged atmosphere. you can feel the heat radiating from megan’s body, a heat that’s amplified by the alcohol and the thrill of the performance.

the song changes, and the rhythm slows, becoming more sensual. you and megan adjust accordingly, your movements becoming slow and deliberate. you trace the curve of megan’s jawline with your fingers, your eyes locked on sophia’s.

sophia is transfixed, completely still, her gaze glued to you and megan.

you lean in, your lips hovering just above megan’s. you can feel her breath on your skin, the anticipation building in the space between you. you pause, holding the moment, and glance at sophia one last time.

her cheeks are flushed, her knuckles white as she clutches the edge of the sofa. you can see a flicker of something in her eyes, something that looks like… longing?

then, you kiss megan.

it’s not a passionate kiss, not really. it’s more of a performance, a carefully choreographed act designed to elicit a reaction. but even knowing that, even being the one orchestrating it, you can’t deny the electric current that runs through you as your lips meet megan’s.

the kiss is brief, just a brush of lips. but it’s enough. when you pull away, megan’s eyes are wide, her face flushed.

you turn your attention back to sophia. she’s gone.

the sofa sits empty, the indentation of her weight still visible on the cushions. you scan the room, but she's nowhere to be seen. lost to the shadows once more.

a wave of conflicting emotions washes over you. relief that the potentially awkward moment is over. disappointment that you didn't get the reaction you were expecting.

you usually avoided parties like this — the kind where the air hung thick with the smell of cheap beer and desperation, where the music was too loud to have a conversation and everyone seemed to be operating on a level of inebriation you couldn’t even comprehend. but tonight, you were here. driven by a vague sense of obligation to your group friends who insisted you “needed to loosen up.”

the air is still thick with the cloying sweetness of cheap beer, the acrid bite of something stronger, and the nervous energy of too many teenagers crammed into a space too small. you’d come to this party with a vague expectation of… something. maybe a fleeting connection, a stolen kiss, or just a temporary escape from the crushing monotony of your everyday life. but so far, it had been a bust. you’d nursed a single beer for an hour, politely deflected awkward advances, and mostly hovered on the periphery, a silent observer in a chaotic scene.

then you find her.

sophia. the enigmatic girl with the perpetually shadowed eyes, the cascade of raven hair that seemed to absorb all light, and the quiet intensity that made her seem both fragile and fiercely independent. the “emo girl,” as the less sensitive —which, let’s be honest, was most— students at your school called her. you’d always been intrigued by her, drawn to the aura of mystery that clung to her like the scent of clove cigarettes. you'd never spoken to her, content to observe her from a distance, a silent admirer of her unapologetic individuality.

now, she was trapped in the heart of a swirling vortex of drunken revelry. a circle of your classmates, faces flushed and eyes glazed, were gathered around her, their voices a raucous blend of laughter and slurred pronouncements. you recognized a few of them — the jocks, the popular girls, the usual suspects who thrived on this kind of chaotic social interaction. they were playing a game, you realized, a game that seemed to involve dares and escalating levels of ridiculousness. the kind of game that always veered into uncomfortable territory.

they were clearly drunk. obnoxiously, aggressively drunk. empty red solo cups littered the floor around them like discarded battle trophies. sophia stood awkwardly in the center, her posture rigid, her arms crossed defensively. even from across the room, you could see the subtle tension in her shoulders, the way she unconsciously avoided eye contact. she was clearly uncomfortable, her lip twitching slightly, and from the way sophia was subtly wrinkling her nose, a barely perceptible twitch, you suspected there might be something else involved too — the cloying sweetness of weed hanging heavy in the air. she looked trapped, a dark butterfly pinned under the microscope of their drunken amusement.

something twisted within you. a strange, unfamiliar protectiveness, a surge of anger directed at the oblivious, inebriated group surrounding her. it was a feeling you couldn’t quite name, a potent cocktail of empathy and… something else. something that had been simmering beneath the surface for months, perhaps years, finally bubbling to the fore.

you didn't know why, but you couldn't stand to watch her be preyed upon.

without thinking, driven by instinct and a sudden, irrational courage, you started to move. you navigated the crowded room, dodging clumsy dancers and spilled drinks, your focus locked on sophia. the music seemed to fade, the noise receding into a dull hum as you approached the circle.

as you got closer, you could hear snippets of their conversation, punctuated by raucous laughter.

“…i dare you to…” guy with a backwards baseball cap slurred, his words indistinct.

“no way, man! that’s messed up!” another voice protested weakly.

“come on, don’t be a wimp! it’s just a dare! it’s not like it’s going to mean anything.”

you reached the edge of the circle, your heart pounding a ragged rhythm against your ribs. sophia’s eyes darted towards you, a fleeting expression of surprise flickering across her face before she quickly averted her gaze.

you don’t really know it, but she’s been staring at you all night since she set foot in the place and saw you talking to your group of friends; maybe it was your choice of the shorter and tighter dress for something “relaxed” like a party the whole school is attending and and she can’t help but drool morbidly over your body, or maybe it was because she doesn’t have a social circle and is relaxed by harmlessly looking at people in a way of wasting time… a very rare and disturbing one.

“hey.” you said, your voice barely audible above the music. you cleared your throat and tried again, louder this time. “hey, is everything okay here?” all eyes turned to you, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance flickering across their faces.

the group turned to face you, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to open hostility. the guy with the jersey of the school basketball team, who seemed to be the annoying one of the group, scowled.

“what’s it to you, gorgeous?” he slurred, stepping closer. he reeked of alcohol and bad decisions.

“just making sure everyone's having a good time.” you replied, trying to keep your voice even. you met his gaze, refusing to back down. “what’s going on here?”

the ringleader, a hulking football player named jake, grinned at you, his eyes bloodshot. “just a little game, babe. sophia here’s about to take a dare.” he slurred the last word, his arm slinging casually around sophia's shoulders. she flinched.

you ignored him and addressed sophia directly. “are you okay?”

she looked up at you, her dark eyes wide with surprise. for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of gratitude in their depths, quickly masked by her usual guarded expression. “i’m fine.” she mumbled, her voice barely audible above the music.

but you saw the tremor in her hands, the way she avoided eye contact. you knew she wasn’t fine.

you didn’t believe her. “you don’t look fine.”

“she’s fine.” jake said, getting closer to sophia and putting his arm around her shoulders. “we’re just having some fun, right, sophia?”

his grip looked too tight, possessive. sophia flinched slightly, but didn’t say anything.

sophia remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor.

“looks like she’s a little uncomfortable.” you said, your voice hardening. “maybe you should let her go.”

the tension in the air was palpable. you could feel the weight of their collective gaze, the unspoken challenge in their eyes. this was their territory, their game, and you were an unwelcome intruder.

“how about you leave her alone, jake?” you said.

the ringleader’s eyes narrowed. “look, sweet cheeks, this doesn’t concern you. why don't you just go back to whatever you were doing?"

“actually, it does concern me.” you said, taking a step closer. “i don’t like seeing someone being pressured into doing something they don't want to do.”

a girl with bright pink hair and too much eyeliner, who you vaguely recognized from your english class, piped up. “oh, come on, it’s just a dare! don’t be such a wet blanket.”

“yeah.” another voice chimed in. “are you saying sophia can’t handle a little fun?”

the pressure was mounting, the crowd turning against you. you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. you glanced at sophia, her eyes pleading. she didn’t want a confrontation, but she clearly didn’t want to be there either.

the tension in the air thickened, palpable. the music seemed to fade into the background as the two of you locked eyes. you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, a strange mix of fear and defiance.

“alright, tough girl.” the ringleader sneered. “you want to play the hero? fine. maybe you should join our little game.”

he gestured towards the circle. “we were just about to play seven minutes in heaven. how about you and sophia go next?”

a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. seven minutes in heaven. the epitome of awkward teenage encounters. you glanced at sophia, her face pale. this was exactly what she was trying to avoid.

you hesitated. you hadn’t intended for things to escalate like this. but you couldn’t back down now. not with sophia looking at you with those pleading eyes.

“fine.” you said, your voice surprisingly steady. “we’ll play."

the ringleader grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. “alright then. in the closet you go.” he pointed towards a dark, cluttered space in the corner of the room.

he grabbed sophia’s arm, pulling her towards the closet. you stepped forward, gently disentangling her from his grasp.

“i’ll take it from here.” you said, your voice low.

he shrugged, his face still contorted in a sneer. “suit yourself. but don’t think you’re doing her any favors. she’s just gonna be even more awkward if you try to be all chivalrous.”

you ignored him, turning to sophia. “are you okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. we can just walk away."

she looked at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours. you could see the fear and uncertainty swirling within them. but you also saw something else, a flicker of… gratitude?

“it’s okay.” she said softly, her voice barely audible. “i… i guess i can handle seven minutes.’

you nodded, taking a deep breath. you had no idea what you were doing. but you knew you couldn’t leave her alone with those people.

the cheers intensified as you and sophia were ushered towards a nearby closet, a dark, cramped space filled with coats and forgotten backpacks. the ringleader set a timer on his phone, a smug grin plastered across his face.

he shoved you both into the closet, the door slamming shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. the sound of the latch clicking into place echoed in the sudden silence.

the door slammed shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. you could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and excited whispers from the other side.

you were alone. trapped. with sophia. in a dark, cramped closet. for seven minutes.

what now?

the air was thick with the smell of dust and mothballs. you could hear your own heart pounding in your ears, a frantic drumbeat in the oppressive silence.

“so…” you began, your voice sounding awkward and unnatural. “this is… uh… interesting.”

sophia didn’t say anything. you could feel her presence beside you, a palpable tension radiating from her.

“i’m (y/n), by the way.” you said, extending your hand in the darkness.

and then, silence. a long, uncomfortable silence. you could hear the muffled sounds of the party outside, but they seemed distant and unreal. you and sophia were trapped in your own little world, a world defined by darkness and awkwardness.

you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know what to do. you just stood there, frozen in place, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

and well, you don’t know if it was an impulse or if sophia seemed to have really longed for this moment since she set foot in high school, but when you try to say something again you interrupt yourself when you notice a… change in her. her always grim expression was still dark and intimidating, yes, but now it seemed to have a glimmer of... desire? in it.

sophia pressed you up against the back wall of the closet, her hands finding your hips as she stepped in close. you could feel the heat radiating off her body, the swell of her breasts brushing against yours. she tilted her head, her eyes glinting in the faint light filtering in through the cracks in the door.

“alone at last. i can’t believe i could stand that idiot’s attitude for so long. i agreed to be with them only because they were doing rounds of alcohol, but i didn’t think they would be so talkative.” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. “now, where were we, (y/n)? i seem to remember you mentioning something about seven minutes… you seemed pretty excited about doing it with me a while ago, didn’t you? i hope you’re not just words.”

her hands drifted up your sides, over the curve of your ribcage, skimming the sides of your breasts. she gripped your chin gently, tilting your face down to meet her gaze.

“i want to kiss you until you’re breathless. i’ve always wanted to do it, you know…” she breathed, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “i want to touch every inch of your body until you're trembling with need. i want to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse…”

sophia pressed herself against you, pinning you to the wall with her body. you could feel every curve and contour of her figure, the heat of her skin seeping through her t–shirt with a somewhat disturbing drawing of a metal band. she slid her hands up your sides, tracing the dip of your waist before gripping your hips possessively.

“seven minutes…” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. “it isn’t a very long time. but i promise, i’ll make every second count.”

her hands slid higher, brushing over the swell of your breasts. she leaned in, her lips finding yours in the darkness. she kissed you deeply, her tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you. one hand tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly, while the other slid under your shirt, palming your breast roughly.

sophia broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and aching for more. she nipped at your bottom lip before trailing her mouth down the column of your throat, her teeth grazing your skin. she sucked hard at your pulse point, no doubt leaving a mark for all to see.

her hand pushed your bra out of the way, allowing her to touch your bare flesh. she rolled your nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging at the hardened peak. her other hand slid down your stomach, deftly unbuttoning your tight jeans and slipping inside.

sophia’s fingers found your clothed sex, and she rubbed at your core, feeling the dampness that had already gathered there. she groaned against your neck, her breath hot and heavy. “fuck, (y/n).” she breathed. “you’re already so wet for me. i’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. i didn’t think you’d react like that to my touch. who knew you get excited so quickly and easily?

sophia’s cocky behavior was starting to suffocate you a little. honestly, you don't know if it’s because she’s always had that kind of personality and you giving her the chance to have some trust with you was enough for her to show her true personality with you or it was something simpler like the smell of marijuana affecting her system and making a clear change in her — whatever the answer, you just know that pushing the annoyances aside and getting sophia to do something was the only thing you were worried about.

“just shut up before i regret this. are you going to fuck me or something? by the way, i know this isn’t the best time to ask this, but do you have any lube or anything? i–… i’m not a real spit–lover so–”

sophia let out a low, sultry laugh, the sound sending shivers down your spine. her fingers stilled their movements, hovering just above your clothed sex. “oh, sweetheart... you don’t need lube for what i have in mind.” she purred, her voice dripping with wicked promise.

she withdrew her hand from your jeans, leaving you aching and empty. before you could protest, she spun you around, pushing you to kneel in front of her. in the dim light filtering in from under the door, you could see the hunger in her eyes as she looked down at you.

you would have protested if she had not given you the whim of fulfilling only your wishes, of course, if it weren’t for the fact that when you look up to try and give her a look, your eyes are met with a prominent bulge in her baggy jeans. you would have thought it was just a tent that formed on sophia’s pants since it’s loose fabric and it’s common for it to bulge like that, but that was definitely more than just fabric.

“uhm, sophia... do you…?”

sophia smirked, one hand coming down to palm the obvious bulge now pressing against her black jeans. “surprised, babygirl? don’t worry, it’s a surprise for everyone... until they get a taste, that is.”

she used her other hand to grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet her heated gaze. her thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing it slowly before lightly pressing it and sliding it into your mouth, using the pad of her finger to playfully press against your tongue. “i didn’t take you for the shy type, (y/n). i always thought you were a little more... slutty compared to fucking, i don’t know, you have that vibe. but don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it. i promise, it’ll feel so good wrapped around your pretty little mouth.”

sophia deftly unbuttoned her jeans, shoving them down her long, toned legs along with her underwear. her hard cock sprang free, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre–cum. she wrapped a hand around it, stroking herself slowly as she watched you with a hungry gaze.

“go on, baby. get a good look. then put that sexy mouth of yours to work. i know you know how to do it.” she commanded, her voice a low and seductive growl, completely different from the typical soft and low tone that she always uses inside the institute.

“and (y/n), don’t forget to breathe through your nose. i want you to take every fucking inch of me.” sophia tangled her fingers in your hair, guiding your face closer to her hard, throbbing cock. the musky scent filled your nostrils, making your head spin with desire. she rubbed the leaking tip against your lips, smearing your skin with her sticky pre–cum.

“that’s it, baby. open wide for me.” she coaxed, her grip on your hair tightening. it doesn’t take long for sophia to start doing things her way, going from having a messy grip on your hair to holding it in a ponytail, keeping you in place without even having a chance to choose to do something else.

slowly, she pushed forward, the thick head of her cock parting your lips and sliding into the wet heat of your mouth. a low groan escaped her as your tongue instinctively swirled around the sensitive flesh. she began to move, pushing more of her length past your stretched lips with each thrust. your jaw ached as you struggled to accommodate her size, but the discomfort only seemed to fuel your arousal.

“fuck, your mouth feels incredible.” sophia panted, her hips rocking steadily as she fucked your face. one hand stayed in your hair, setting a brutal pace, while the other slid down to fondle your breast roughly. “i knew you’d have a talented tongue, (y/n). such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

she pulled you forward until your nose was pressed against her pelvis, your throat stretched taut around her thick length. she held you there, letting you feel the heavy throb of her heartbeat, before starting to withdraw slowly. just before your lips slipped off the tip, she slammed back in, fucking your face with renewed vigor.

the wet sounds of her thrusts and your muffled moans filled the closet, a filthy symphony of lust and desire. sophia’s breathing grew ragged, her grip on you tightening as she chased her pleasure. she was close, so close, and you could only pray that you’d be able to take everything she had to give you.

with a hoarse cry, sophia buried herself to the hilt in your throat, her cock pulsing and twitching as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your gullet, filling your belly with her seed. she held you in place, grinding against your face as spurt after spurt of jizz pumped into you.

finally, with a shuddering gasp, she pulled out, her softening cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. a strand of cum connected the tip to your swollen lower lip before breaking, allowing it to drip down onto your chin. sophia swiped her fingers through the mess, pushing the sticky fluid into your mouth so she could taste the salty and sweet essence of her climax.

sophia leaned down, her face inches from yours, panting softly. she licked her lips, savoring the taste of your mixed saliva and her own release. “fuck, that was... intense.” she breathed out, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “you’re a natural at this, babygirl. i knew you’d have a talented mouth on you.”

she helped you up to your feet, pressing your body flush against hers. her hands slid down to grope your ass, squeezing the firm globes through your jeans. “such a good girl, swallowing every drop. i think you've more than earned a reward.” sophia purred, her voice dripping with lust and promise.

her lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, no doubt tasting herself on your lips and tongue. she kissed you deeply, passionately, until you were both left breathless and craving more.

sophia broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. she grinned wickedly, her eyes glinting with mischief and dark desire.* “i’m not done with you yet, (y/n). that was just the beginning. by the time i’m finished, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” she promised, her voice low and full of sinful intent. “now, let’s get these clothes off you and see what i have to work with, hmm?”

again, sophia’s attitude was getting on your nerves.

“just hurry up. we don’t have much time.”

sophia growled playfully at your urgency, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “oh, i don’t plan on wasting a single second, babygirl. we might be short on time, but i’m not short on ideas…”

sophia chuckled darkly, amused by your eagerness. she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. “don’t worry, babygirl. i’ll make every second count.”

her skilled fingers made quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them off your body in her haste. buttons popped and fabric ripped, the sounds of your disrobing mingling with your own panting breaths. in a matter of moments, you stood before her, bare and exposed, goosebumps prickling your skin from the cool air and the intensity of her heated gaze.

sophia took a step back, her eyes roaming over every inch of your naked flesh, drinking in the sight of you. a low, appreciative whistle escaped her lips. “fuck, (y/n)... you’re even more gorgeous than i imagined. curves in all the right places.” she purred, reaching out to trail a finger down the valley between your breasts, over your stomach, and dipping teasingly between your thighs.

she pushed your thighs apart with her knees, stepping between them to press her body against yours. her hands slid up your sides, over your ribcage, and cupped your breasts roughly. she squeezed the soft mounds, kneading them in her palms as she leaned down to capture one hardened nipple in her mouth.

sophia sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak before she bit down, sending a jolt of pleasure–pain straight to your core. her other hand slid down your stomach, fingers delving through the slick folds of your sex, stroking your most intimate places. “so wet already, babygirl? you’re going to be the death of me.”

sophia’s fingers found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a teasing pressure that made your hips buck involuntarily. she chuckled against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. two fingers pushed inside your tight heat, pumping steadily, curling against that special spot that made your vision go white.

her mouth moved to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. she bit, sucked, and licked until the peak was red and aching, glistening with her saliva. all the while, her fingers never stopped their relentless assault on your sex, plunging in and out, stroking your walls, coaxing out your pleasure.

sophia’z own arousal pressed insistently against your thigh, hard and throbbing, leaking pre–cum that smeared against your skin. she rocked her hips, grinding her thick length along your leg as she fingered you, seeking her own pleasure from your body’s responses.

“fuck, (y/n).” she gasped, pulling back to look at you with wild, lust–crazed eyes. “you’re so fucking tight. i can feel you squeezing my fingers, greedy little thing. you want more, don’t you? want me to fill up this hungry cunt?”

“just fuck me already.”

sophia grinned wickedly at your desperate plea, her eyes flashing with triumph and dark promise. “as you wish, babygirl.” she purred, her voice a low, sinful growl.

she withdrew her fingers from your dripping sex, bringing them to her mouth to suck your essence clean. she let out a low moan, her tongue swirling around the digits. “mmmh, delicious. i could get addicted to your taste, (y/n)."

gripping your thighs, sophia lifted you up and spun around, pinning you against the wall of the closet. she hitched your legs around her waist, the head of her cock nudging insistently at your entrance. with a swift, hard thrust, she buried herself inside you to the hilt, stretching you deliciously around her thick girth.

“fuck!” sophia cried out, her head falling back as your tight heat engulfed her. she stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion, before she began to move. her hips rocked against yours, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace.

the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small space, mingling with your wanton moans and sophia’s grunts of pleasure. she gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, no doubt leaving finger–shaped marks on your skin as she pounded into you relentlessly.

“take it, (y/n).” she growled, her voice strained with exertion and lust. “take my fucking cock. this cunt was made for me, fits me like a goddamn glove. you’re mine now, understand? my perfect little fuck toy.”

sophia leaned down, sinking her teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, marking you as her own. she sucked hard, no doubt leaving a vivid purple bruise for all to see. her hands slid under your ass, gripping the cheeks roughly as she hoisted you up higher, changing the angle of her thrusts. she hit a spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids, your body seizing up in ecstasy.

“that’s it, babygirl.” sophia hissed, her voice rough and ragged. “come on my fucking cock. i want to feel this greedy cunt spasm around me as you scream my name. let everyone at this shitty party know who you belong to now.”

sophia’s words, dripping with dark possession and lust, pushed you over the edge. your body convulsed in her arms, your sex clenching and fluttering wildly around her pistoning cock as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave. a scream tore from your throat, echoing off the closet walls as you came undone, your juices gushing out to soak sophia’s still-thrusting length.

“fuck yes, (y/n)!” sophia roared, feeling your release gripping her like a vice. she fucked you through your climax, prolonging your pleasure until you were boneless and spent, your cries turning to whimpers and soft mewls.

sophia snarled, a feral sound of pure, unadulterated lust. your desperate, wanton plea only spurred her on, driving her to fuck into you with renewed vigor. she could feel her own release fast approaching, her heavy balls tightening, ready to pump you full of her hot, thick seed.

“you want me to breed this hungry little cunt, babe? want to feel my cum flooding this tight fuckhole?” sophia growled, her voice a low, guttural rasp. she gripped your hips with bruising force, slamming into you with short, sharp thrusts that hit your cervix dead–on.

she leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss. her tongue invaded your mouth, dominating you, claiming you utterly. she swallowed your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like it was the finest wine.

“i’m gonna pump you so full of my fucking cum, (y/n). gonna mark this pussy as my property, make sure everyone knows who it belongs to. you’re going to be dripping with my seed for days, babygirl. a constant reminder of who makes this cunt feel this fucking good.” sophia promised darkly, punctuating each word with a hard, deep thrust.

her movements turned erratic, losing rhythm as she chased her impending climax. the closet is filled with the sounds of her grunts and growls, the slick, obscene noises of your coupling, and your own high–pitched keens of ecstasy. the air was thick with the musky scent of sex and the electric charge of your combined lust.

with one final, brutal thrust, sophia buried herself to the hilt inside you, her cock pulsing and throbbing as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, flooding your womb with his potent seed. she ground her pelvis against your ass, stirring her release inside you, making sure you took every last drop.

sophia roared, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck as she came. her body shuddered and jerked above you, lost in the throes of her intense orgasm. she filled you to the brim, and then some, excess cum bubbling out around her still–pulsing length to trickle down your thighs.

finally, with a shuddering gasp, sophia collapsed against you, her weight pressing you into the wall. she panted harshly, her breath hot against your neck as she struggled to catch her breath. you could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

slowly, she lifted her head, her dark eyes finding yours. they were glazed over, hazy with the afterglow of her intense climax. a lazy, satisfied smirk spread across her face as she took in your own expression of blissed–out ecstasy.

“fuck, (y/n)... that was incredible.” sophia murmured, her voice low and rough. she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it was a far cry from the frantic, desperate kisses of moments before, but no less passionate. she savored your mouth, your tongue, as if trying to memorize the taste of you.

“i knew you’d be a good fuck, but damn... i wasn’t expecting you to be this perfect.” she said, pulling back to brush a strand of hair from your face. her fingers lingered on your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline with a gentleness that belied her earlier roughness.

sophia’s fingers trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, before cupping your breast possessively. she squeezed the soft mound, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple between them, coaxing it back to stiffness. her other hand slid down your stomach, feeling the way it fluttered and clenched at his touch, still sensitive from your intense climax.

“such a good girl, taking my load so well…” sophia purred, a wicked glint in her eye. she circled your belly button before dipping lower, fingers brushing through the slick, sticky mess of their combined releases. she brought her coated fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan of approval.

“we make quite the delicious pair. i could get used to this taste, to the feeling of your tight little cunt gripping my cock like it never wants to let go.” she said, her voice a low, sinful rumble. her fingers trailed back down, teasing your slit, dipping into your entrance to stir up the cum plugging you up.

“but don’t think we’re done here, (y/n). i’m not nearly finished with this sexy little body.” sophia warned, a dark promise in her tone. she gripped your thighs, spreading them wider, opening you up completely to her hungry gaze. she could see the way her thick seed was leaking out of you, trickling down to pool on the floor beneath you.

sophia’s cock, still buried deep inside your fluttering walls, twitched and began to harden once more. she rocked her hips, thrusting lazily into your sensitive sex, working her renewed arousal deeper. her eyes never left yours, watching your face as he stoked the embers of your desire back into a roaring flame.

“seven minutes isn’t enough time to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. i want to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my cock splitting you open.” sophia growled, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that made your eyes roll back.

as much as you would love to continue, unfortunately you cannot. seven minutes in heaven is a game where everyone knows what you’re doing in the closet, and of course taking longer than necessary would take time and raise suspicions. besides, you couldn’t continue if you wanted to anyway since the group of boys were counting the time, clearly yearning for you two to go out to find out if sophia could finally stop being a “loser virgin” by being alone with a girl. “sophia, everyone would notice. we don’t have more time.”

sophia’s lips curled into a wicked smirk at your breathless protest. she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured. “notice? sweetie, i want them to notice. i want everyone at this party to know that this sexy little body belongs to me now.”

she punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, driving her hardening length deeper into your sensitive core. a low moan spilled from your lips at the sudden intrusion, your fingers scrabbling at her back for purchase.

"we can go to the dorms— i don’t know if you roommate is there.”

sophia’s eyes flashed with a dark, wicked gleam at your suggestion. she leaned back, gripping your chin to tilt your face up to her. her thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing it slowly. “mmmh, i like the way you think. a private room, a bed big enough for me to fuck you properly... i could make you scream so loud, the whole building would know who this tight little cunt belongs to.”

she rocked her hips, grinding her thickness against your sensitive walls, already fully hard and ready for another round. her other hand slid up your side, cupping your breast roughly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. “but first…”

quick as a flash, sophia lifted you up and spun around, setting you on your wobbly feet. she kept an arm around your waist to steady you, not wanting you to fall. with her other hand, she swiftly tucked herself back into her jeans, not bothering to fully zip up. the bulge of her arousal was clearly visible, straining against the denim.

and well, you weren’t aware that sophia was an honest gentlewoman. she could have let you get ready by yourself while she finished arranging her own clothes, but seeing her pick up your clothes from the floor and gently place her hands on your body to dress you was something that surprised you.

she grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with her own, and began leading you towards the door. she paused for a moment, turning to press you up against the wall, and captured your lips in a last searing, hungry kiss. she licked into your mouth, her tongue stroking along yours, tasting you deeply. when she pulled back, you were both left panting.

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll make sure my roommate knows exactly what a dirty girl you are, getting fucked silly by a girl in my dorm room.” sophia purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “now, let’s go. i want to bend you over my bed and show you what a real girl can do.” sophia led you out of the closet, her grip on your hand tight and possessive. she pulled you through the crowded party, not caring who saw the intimate way she held you. in fact, she seemed to relish the stares and whispers that followed in your wake, a smug smirk on her face as she no doubt envisioned all the filthy things she planned to do to you once she got you alone.

when you reached the door of the closet, sophia paused for a moment, turning to face you. her hands slid around your waist, pulling your body flush against her own. she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. “i can’t fucking wait to get you naked and spread out on my bed, (y/n). i’m going to take my time with you, explore every inch of this sexy body until i know it better than i know my own. and then, once i’ve got you dripping and begging, i’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name. the only thing you’ll remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open again and again, claiming this pussy as my own.”

with that dark promise ringing in your ears, sophia grabbed your hand once more and led you out into the cool party air. the dorms were a short walk away, and as you walked, her fingers never left your skin, caressing and teasing, stoking the constant ache of arousal that seemed to be a permanent fixture now that she had touched you.

the dorm room was dark and quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the party still going on in the next building. sophia kicked the door shut behind you, pushing you up against it and claiming your lips in a searing, hungry kiss. her hands roamed your body greedily, squeezing and groping, as if she couldn’t touch you enough.

sophia took you to her room, letting you enter first while she took care of closing the door. her room had pearly white walls, decorated with photographs of bands or posters of the same. there was a bookshelf standing on one side of the room, filled with records or albums of various bands, even some collectible figures or decorative things. her desk was messy, as was her bed.

she walked you backwards towards the bed, her lips now over yours. when the back of your knees hit the mattress, she pushed you down, following you onto the bed and settling between your thighs. in a simple blink of an eye she managed to remove all the clothes from your body, only this time you weren’t aware of it and didn”t notice when you felt her smile against your lips. she sat back on her haunches, drinking in the sight of you splayed out beneath her, completely at her mercy.

“fuck, look at you... spread out like a feast, just waiting for me to devour every last bite.” sophia purred, her voice low and rough with desire. her hands slid up your inner thighs, pushing them further apart, baring you completely to her heated gaze. she leaned down, trailing open–mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, her tongue darting out to taste you teasingly.

“i want you to ride me, babygirl.” she commanded, hee voice a dark, sinful rumble. she sat back, quickly unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down her legs along with her underwear. her thick, hard cock sprang free, bobbing against her stomach as it leaked pre–cum.

sophia wrapped a hand around the thick length, stroking it slowly as she watched your face with a wicked grin. “i want to watch your sexy little body bouncing on my cock, tits jiggling in my face as you fuck yourself on me. i want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing me like a vice as you chase your pleasure.”

she tapped the swollen head of her dick against your entrance, coating it in your slick arousal. her other hand gripped your hip, squeezing the soft flesh as she held you in place, waiting for you to impale yourself on her.

“don’t be shy now, (y/n). take what you need.” sophia encouraged, her voice dripping with dark promise. “fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t take anymore. until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my thick meat splitting you open, claiming this pussy as its own.

with a shaky breath, you reached down and gripped sophia’s thick shaft, lining it up with your entrance. you could feel the heat radiating off it, could see the way it throbbed with need. slowly, you sank down, taking just the tip inside at first. your body resisted, tight and unyielding, unused to such girth.

sophia’s eyes flashed with a dark, wicked gleam as she watched your face, taking in every micro–expression. she could see the way your brows furrowed, could hear the soft whimper that escaped your lips as you struggled to accommodate her size. she loved seeing you like this, loved knowing that she was the one causing such delicious discomfort.

“that’s it, babygirl.” she purred, his voice a low, sinful rumble. “take it nice and slow. let this greedy little cunt get used to the feeling of my big, hard cock stretching it out. you’re being such a good girl, taking me so deep…”

her words trailed off into a low groan as you sank down further, taking another inch of her thick length inside your fluttering walls. she could feel your velvety heat gripping her like a fist, squeezing and massaging her aching shaft. if took every ounce of her willpower not to grab your hips and slam you down, burying herself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

instead, she let you set the pace, watching with rapt attention as you slowly impaled yourself on her cock. Inch by tortuous inch disappeared inside your sex, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, you bottomed out. your ass rested against her thighs, her heavy balls nestled against your skin, and her cock pulsed deep inside your core.

“fuck, (y/n)... you feel incredible.” sophia groaned, her head falling back against the pillow as she savored the feeling of your tight, wet heat enveloping her completely. “i’ve never felt anything like this before. your cunt was made for my cock, fits me like a goddamn glove.’

she reached up, cupping your breasts in her large hands, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds. her thumbs and forefingers found your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks until they pebbled and stiffened under her touch. all the while, she rocked his hips slowly, letting you feel every thick inch of her as she thrust up to meet your downward movements. her hands slid down your sides, gripping your waist possessively as she guided your movements, helping you bounce on her lap with increasing fervor.

“that’s it, baby.” she encouraged, her voice strained with pleasure. “ride my fucking cock just like that. use me for your pleasure, take what you need. i want to see this sexy body shaking and trembling as you come apart on my dick.”

sophia’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tits jiggle hypnotically with each roll of your hips. she leaned forward, capturing one peak in her hot mouth, sucking hard as her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. her hand slid around to grope the globe of your ass, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling you harder against her, grinding your clit against her pelvis.

you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core as you rode her with wild abandon. the wet, obscene sounds of your coupling filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and sophia’s guttural groans of pleasure. your slick arousal coated her shaft, dripping down to soak her balls and the sheets beneath you.

sophia’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh as she felt your movements becoming more erratic. she could tell you were close, could feel your velvety walls starting to flutter and clench around his throbbing cock. she thrust up to meet your increasingly desperate bounces, the head of her dick kissing your cervix with each pass.

“that’s it, gorgeous.” she growled, her voice a low, sinful rumble. “come on my fucking cock. i want to feel this greedy cunt gripping me like a vice as you scream my name. let me feel you fall apart, knowing it’s me who made you feel this way.”

one hand slid around to your ass, gripping the globe hard enough to leave finger–shaped bruises. the other hand snaked between your bodies, clever fingers finding your swollen clit. she rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles, timed with the sharp snaps of her hips as she fucked up into you.

“i’ve got you, (y/n).” sophia panted, her breath hot against your neck. “you’re being such a good girl, taking my cock so well. i’m going to fill this pussy up so fucking good, pump you full of my cum until you’re dripping with it. everyone will know this cunt belongs to me, that i’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

with a few more powerful thrusts, sophia buried herself deep inside you and pinched your clit hard. the intense pleasure–pain pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. your sex clamped down on her cock, gripping her like a silken vise as you shook and trembled above her, your juices gushing out to soak her shaft and balls.

“fuck, (y/n)!” sophia roared, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck as your climax triggered her own. her hips jerked and stuttered, slamming up into you as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, flooding your womb with her potent seed. she gripped your hips, holding you in place as she pumped you full, making sure you took every last drop.

finally, with a shuddering groan, sophia collapsed back against the bed, pulling you down with her. she pulled you down to rest against her heaving chest, your bodies still joined intimately as you both struggled to catch your breath. one hand slid up your back, fingers splaying across your sweat–slicked skin as she held you close, stroking your back in soft circles that contrasted with her sharp touch from a few moments ago. the other hand cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet her heated gaze.

“fuck, (y/n).” sophia panted, her voice rough and low. “that was... incredible. i knew you’d feel amazing, but damn... i wasn’t expecting you to ruin me for anyone else.” she smirked, a wicked glint in her eye. “i don’t think i’ll ever be able to fuck anyone else without thinking about this tight little pussy squeezing my cock like it never wants to let go.”

she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it was a far cry from the frantic, desperate kisses of before, but no less passionate. she savored your mouth, your tongue, as if trying to memorize the taste of you. when she pulled back, she brushed a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek.

“please, stay the night with me.” sophia murmured, her voice a low, intimate rumble. “i’m not nearly done with this sexy body. i want to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms, still buried inside this perfect cunt. i want to fuck you all night long, until we’re both too tired and sore to move.”

her cock, still hard and ready, throbbed inside you at the thought. she rolled her hips, stirring her release deeper, and groaned at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around her. clearly this was just the beginning of the night…

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