SOPHIA LAFORTEZA comes up with a veryyy frustrating solution to get you talking after a day of silent treatment #SMUT #LANGUAGE #EXPLICIT
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Sophia Laforteza is the biggest communicator on Earth. The type that'd make all 7 of you girls sit at the dinner table and hold hands to talk it out if someone even had a remotely bad day.
Which is why you, and anyone who knows her well enough, is more than aware that the silent treatment drives her absolutely insane. And it's why you've decided to do exactly that.
It's over some silly comment she made and is it petty? Yeah, but it sure is satisfying.
Only after the full day, she's started to realize that you're not joking. During morning and afternoon rehearsals, you'd walked straight past her and ignored what she'd said, only to be met with, "good talk," or "chat, am i muted?" and her and Lara laughing it off.
But now, she's staring at your every move as you get ready for bed, eyes narrowed, and you can almost hear her brain ricocheting around in her head as she tries to figure out what she did wrong.
You wait until she inches to the bathroom, gaze still locked on you, climbing into the covers and turning the lamp off only when she shuts the door. You turn your back to her side of the bed and close your eyes, listening to the sound of running water in the sink as she wraps up.
The door clicks open and the bed dips as Sophia gets in and shifts closer. She's almost warmer than the covers as her arms wrap around your waist. "I know you're awake," she whispers.
You don't move and instead fake a snore to try to get her convinced that you really are asleep.
"You're a horrible actor, y'know that?" she laughs, "mahal?"
Still nothing.
"Baby," she sighs against your skin. Her hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, warm and soft, and she smells so good, so Sophia.
You try not to react, but c'mon, that'd be impossible. "Okay, I tried being nice and giving you space," she says, her lips just brushing your shoulder. "But you know the rules, we're not sleeping until we talk about this."
You stay still, stubborn as ever, but the corner of your lips begin to curve and you have to force back a smile.
Her hand moves lower, tracing the waistband of your shorts. "So here's what's gonna happen," Sophia whispers, and her voice is calm.
"You're gonna turn around, and we're gonna talk, Or—" she presses her hips against you, just slightly, and just enough for you to feel the strap she somehow put on in the five minutes that you were pretending to sleep. "—trick question, we're still gonna talk. Either way, no sleeping until we fix this."
You hate that she can do this. Hate that she can make everything seem reasonable and that she's always so in control of it all. Hate that your body reacts to whatever she's up to before your brain can stand on any sort of business. And especially, hate that you're already turning over to face her.
It's dark, but you know she's smiling. As pretty and annoying as ever.
"Hi."
"Hi," you grumble.
"So... you finally gonna tell me?"
You look away. "Nothing's wrong."
"Liar," she says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm not—" you sigh, "it's so stupid."
"Stupid's okay, I still want to hear."
You press your lips together as she watches you, waiting, and before you can even have the nerve to shake your head no, her hand slides down, past your waistband, and any words you tried to form might as well have vanished. "Soph—"
"Tell me."
"You're playing dirty."
"I'm communicating," Sophia kisses your neck, leaving a trail all the way up to your jaw. "You should try it sometime."
You're about to try it, about to form a sentence, but the next second, she's on top of you, mouth on your collarbone like she's been waiting an eternity to touch you. And before you can butt in with a smart comment, her lips are on yours as if to shut you up and you kiss back just as hungry and desperate, fingers in her hair, pulling her closer.
Her mouth is warm and fuck, you hate how good it feels. She takes full advantage when you tilt your head to the side, teeth grazing enough to send a jolt running straight down your spine to in between your thighs.
Her hand is still there, resting between your legs, and the pressure, the lack of friction, is driving you really fucking crazy. "Sophia," you breathe.
"Hm?"
"Please."
"Please what?" She asks, lips ghosting over the corner of yours, "Please talk? Please forgive me for being petty all day? You gotta be specific, baby."
It almost baffles you how you can hate someone you love so much. You try to shift your hips, to get just a little closer, but she slides her hand away in an instant. "Uh-uh," she grins, "not until you tell me."
"And I'm petty?" you groan, "I can't think when you're—" you gasp as she sucks lightly on your neck. "Fuck, when you're doing that."
"Great," she pulls back to look at you, "then maybe you'll just say it."
Out of frustration, you only reach up, grabbing the back of her neck to pull her down into a kiss. Her hand comes up to your jaw and this is all you want. Not to talk.
Your fingers lift the hem of her shirt—your shirt, actually—and push it up. She pulls away long enough to help you pull it over her head and then she's above you in just her bra.
Even in the dark, even though you can barely make her out, she's beautiful. You reach up, running your hands over her ribs, her stomach, hips. "Your turn," she says softly.
Sophia tugs your shirt away, tossing it across the room, and her hands are all over you immediately. She finds the clasp of your bra, one handed, because she's annoyingly good at that, and it joins the rest of your clothes on the ground. "More," you whisper.
"More what? Use your words, mahal."
"Fuck, you're so annoying," you sigh, closing your eyes, "touch me, please."
She leans down, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" and her hand slides between your legs, where you can almost feel your heartbeat.
"Baby," she groans into you, "You're so wet."
"Your fault, you better fix it."
"My fault?" she laughs, "I've barely done anything."
"You've been—" you gasp as she circles your clit slowly. "You've been irritating all day."
Sophia's fingers don't stop moving. "So have you. I guess we're even then."
Then she's kissing her way down your body, settling between your legs. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"I don't."
"Okay," she presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, "wasn't planning to."
The second kiss is much higher and by the time her mouth reaches where you need her the most, you're almost shaking in anticipation. She takes her time, slow, finding out what makes you moan and what makes your fingers tangle in her hair, never even flinching when your hips jerk.
"Fia—"
"Yeah?"
"Hurry, I need—"
"I know what you need." She groans against you and you can't help but twitch. "I'm getting there."
Sohpia's fingers slip inside you slowly and curl just right, while her mouth focuses on the spot that makes your eyes roll far, far back.
You're so close. You can feel it, the feeling you've been chasing since she put your hands on you tonight, and she must know it too because her fingers start to move faster, tongue—
She stops and pulls back, looking up at you with a grin evil enough to compete with the joker. "Why are you mad?"
You're genuinely speechless. "Huh?"
"Why are you mad?" She's still between your legs, still close enough that you can feel her breath. "Tell me."
"You're—" You stutter, trying to catch your breath. "You can't—"
"I can. I am." She kisses your thigh. "Talk to me."
You squeeze your eyes shut. "The pasta."
"The pasta?"
"Yes."
"From last night?"
"YES. Now please—"
She laughs, vibrating against your skin in a way that's 100% not helping. "Baby. Oh my gosh."
"You said I always overcook it!"
She pauses. "Did I?"
Sophia's quiet for a second, before she crawls up your body, looking at you all soft and amused. "And that's why you've been ignoring me all day?"
"Well—" your cheeks are hot and your thighs are squeezed together as if that'll make up for her touch. "I got in my head about it, and then this morning I woke up still mad, and then it was too late to stop being mad because I'd already started being—"
She kisses you. "I love you and your burnt pasta. Who even likes al dente, right? And I love how stubborn you are, even when it makes me wanna rip all my hair out."
"You? Love my burnt pasta?" you emphasize each word.
"No, that part was a lie. Your pasta is objectively ass." She grins, "But I love you, so I guess I can take it. And it's fixable! Next time, you just gotta time it better, and then even Gordon Ramsay would approve."
You shove her shoulder and she laughs, shifting her hips until the strap is lined up. And the second she's inside you, neither of you are laughing anymore.
She moves slow at first, letting you feel inch after inch until you adjust, her forehead resting against yours. "Okay?"
"Yeah," you moan. "Hurry up and move."
She listens this time, picking up her rhythm fast enough that you cling to her shoulders, nails digging into her back. "You know how beautiful you are?" she breathes. "I love you."
You can't answer that—can't form thoughts, let alone words—but you pull her down into a kiss that reciprocates the sentiment.
"We're good?" Sophia asks.
"Great."
"Promise?"
"Sophia—"
"Promise?"
You laugh, breathless. "I promise. Now can you please shut up and—"
She cuts you off by changing angle, hitting the spot inside you that makes you twitch. Your laugh turns into a moan, and she grins against your mouth. "That's what I thought."
She keeps going and you're getting closer, the feeling building again. Except this time she doesn't stop, but keeps talking, whispering little words of praise against your skin. "C'mon, baby. I got you. I always got you."
And in a moment, you're moaning her name, over and over as she presses tight against you, face buried in your neck. Your back is arched, legs wrapped around her body, pulling her so close as if to fuse into one.
By the time you're both spent, collapsed together, breathing harder than at the end of rehearsals, you're pretty sure you've said I love you almost a hundred times.
Sophia's rubbing her thumb across your back as you catch your breath. "I'm sorry, by the way," you mumble.
"For feeding me that pasta?"
"Hey, don't diss my pasta," you grin, "but I'm sorry for being annoying all day."
She shrugs, kissing your shoulder. "You can just talk to me next time, y'know that? Even if it's silly. Even if it's about pasta, I'd rather hear it than have you pretend I don't exist all day."
You nod, shifting closer, "Okay boss."
"Okay," Sophia pulls you into her chest, "goodnight chef," she laughs and you let a sleepy smile cross your face, whispering a "shut up," as the two of you drift off, still tangled together and still stupidly in love.
i unfortunately don't have the money to go on vacation cuz #broke 😛 and aguante cuba, igual nada que ver yo soy de argentina #asado #messi (we actually don't like that guy anymore) #mate #dulce de leche
and yeah i might check that movie out since ive been meaning to see more sapphic films, but ill probably watch a summary cuz i can't watch movies i don't know why i just can't commit 😭
and same ive been tanning involuntarily cuz it's so hot here and everytime i go to smoke im being burned by that big ass fire ball we call sun i literally have the tanning lines of my shirt and im milk white or tit white we call it that sometimes in argentina take a guess why
no you're nothing embarrassing about replying fast 😌
i'm just running on daddy's money rn so i might be about as broke as you #$0.50 in the bank account!
what did messi do 😭
ME NEITHER, i was talking to lia about how tiktok fucked up our attention spans so much that i have to be watching tiktok WHILE watching the movie 💀💀 so fair enough, i get you. the same goes for books cause i haven't finished a book since like 5th grade
i bet it's hot as hell in argentina, i can't even imagine having to be in this kind of heat every day of my life... so does that mean you guys are permanently tanned or what
heyy lexiiii, i've been doing good, mostly pulling my hair bc of fuckin school 😃 and just playing a lot of stardew valley and brawl stars and im planning on rewatching queer bc i just realized it's on netflix 🤯🤯 so yeah what bout you
(lowk embarrassing to answer so fast is it obvious i live with my phone in my hand 😆)
ew sch**l 💀 you're real for that cause i've genuinely missed a month cause i've been on vacation... ANYTHING TO BE AWAY FROM THAT PLACE
also queer is so good I LOVE EUGENEEEEEE. i think if you like cmbyn and queer, you should also check out portrait of a lady on fire (if it's available in your country) cause it's similar vibes but wlwww
i'm in cuba rn for spring break and i've been binging gilmore girls and tanning allllllll day but apart from that, i've been doing literally nothing...
why would that be embarrassing who doesn't love a fast replier 😺
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who would've thought that your throwaway comment about billie eilish's teeth would have THE lara raj stressing for days ; coarse language , fluff , brief billie mention !
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Billie Eilish is gorgeous─anyone with eyes and a brain can see. It's the one thing you're sure is universally, objectively, and a hundred percent true.
So when you're sprawled across Megan's room, phone in hand and rotting your brain on TikTok as per usual, you can't help but gasp when a video of Billie comes up on your for you page.
"Oh my god," you breathe out, tilting the screen towards Megan who's scrolling next to you. "Look at her grills, she looks so─" you say, followed by a playful mmmm.
And Megan, just like you and probably half the population, joins in with your fangirling while Manon glances over from her spot on the ground. "You guys are seriously that down bad for a mouth?"
"C'mon, it's Billie," Megan shrugs with a grin like that justifies everything and you make some side comment about how the gold looks unreal on her.
This is, in fact, a very normal conversation among the seven of you. You've all voiced your girl crushes hundreds of times before, so just like normal, you move on without a second thought.
But, what you don't see is Lara Raj standing in the hallway, holding the cup of tea she just went downstairs to grab.
Lara Raj, who has been nursing a crush on you for approximately six months and give or take seven hours.
Lara Raj, who just heard every single word─which, in her head, only sounds like "I LOVE BILLIE EILISH SO MUCHHH...I would marry her...she's beautiful...she's the best...oh yeah, did I mention? I love Billie!"
Lara Raj, who is now staring at the wall like she's been possessed and could take on a role in The Conjuring. But, rather than standing there heartbroken, she's already plotting to win you back.
And one thing about Lara is that when she wants something, she goes for it with everything she has and you're guaranteed to never see half-assed effort from her.
It's how she ended up in Katseye and it's how she learned choreo in half the time everyone else did. So when she decides she wants you to look at her the way you looked at Billie, you know she's going to go all out.
It starts innocently enough, with a Google search of "tooth gems in LA." Simple─she'll book an appointment, get her own set of grills, and next time you see her smile, you'll give her an elite compliment and she'll probably ascend to Neptune and back.
Which would've been simple, if not for the No appointments available for 4 months.
Lara stares at her screen and refreshes. Four months of you walking around and not complimenting her. She presses the button one more time in hopes that the universe will suddenly make an exception for people who are as desperate as her.
And...
Nope.
But after a week of begging around her friend group, matter of fact, anyone in her life that she's ever seen wear jewelry, she finally has a place booked.
And it'd feel more like a win if she didn't have to hear Megan and Manon laughing 24/7 about some "go get 'em tiger!" or the very unanticipated, "you're so down bad" OR even more common recently, her newly deemed nicknames, "lovergirl" and "sweat."
After the first consultation which should've gone smoothly, Lara runs into a problem almost as big as the first. She can't have gold.
Not because of allergies, no. Because─and this is genuinely her 13th reason─the specific type of metal used in grills interacts "badly with her mouth chemistry."
Whatever that means. Sophia tried to explain it, but the second she started talking about pH levels and metal types (the periodic table was brought up for a minute as well), Lara was fully zoned out.
"So what are my options then?" Lara had asked the lady at the third piercing studio she's visited (the first had the 4 month problem and the last one looked sketchy as hell).
"Silver would be perfect for you. Fine silver, sterling silver, argentium silver, we have some really great options," the lady smiles.
Lara stares at her. Billie Eilish had gold. You complimented the gold.
"So...does it come in gold?" Lara asks weakly.
"Does the silver come in gold?" the poor saleswoman questions, making sure she's hearing the right thing and is not going insane. "Ummm, I don't think so─silver only."
Silver is nice. Silver is fine. Right? Whatever. She has the appointment booked in two days, finally.
On the day of, she's probably more nervous that she's ever been performing in Dream Academy and every single performance as Katseye combined. "What if it looks like shit?" she groans, asking Megan who's been drafted as the emotional support friend.
"It won't."
"What if it falls off, oh my god, what if it falls off and I swallow it?"
"It won't."
"What if y/n doesn't even notice?"
Megan pauses at this one. "Oh she will. You're going to be smiling at her like an idiot every day. She'll notice, trust."
True...
The appointment itself is quick. Someone's hand in her mouth for the casting and just an hour wait for the result. Lara looks in the mirror and flashes her signature smile, the silver gems catching the light exactly how she'd hoped.
You're currently on the couch, same spot as that fateful day, actually. Same position and same phone in hand, fully oblivious to what the girls have been up to. They're all scattered around you, trying to busy themselves with something while they wait for Lara to make an appearance.
And speak of the devil, she walks in right that second. "Hey," she grins.
A very specific grin...very wide...very obviously showing off her right side. You glance up. "Oh, hey. What─"
You pause when you see it. "LARA!!" you stand up immediately, walking over to her. "You got grills? Or tooth gems?"
"Mhm, earlier today," Lara's says, her heart currently hitting more backflips than Benson Boone has achieved through his whole career. "You noticed?"
"Of course I noticed, it's so obvious," you're smiling ear to ear now. "Damnnn, it looks so good on you. The silver suits you so well."
She's fighting back the urge to start floating and she has the biggest, shit eating grin plastered on her face right now. Her cardiovascular system is still fighting for dear life when Yoonchae clears her throat.
"So," she says, full of faux innocence, "You should tell her your story about getting them."
You watch Lara's eyes snap to hers and they have a little glare off before Lara shakes her head with a "don't you dare, Yoonchae Jeong."
"Don't what? Now I'm curious too," Sophia adds in with an evil grin. "What was the inspiration?"
"Yeah, Lara." Megan, proud to be a traitor, chimes in from the floor. "What sparked this sudden interest, huh?"
Lara looks like she's going to kill each and every one of them and hide their bodies in the far corners of the Earth, in places so far that no one will ever find them. "Right...the inspiration," she says through gritted teeth, "the inspiration was personal growth."
"Uh huh." Manon spawns behind the couch, arms crossed. "Personal growth, that's the story you're going with?"
"Yes."
"And not the fact that someone might have mentioned thinking grills were hot?" Dani asks sweetly.
Lara freezes and you look between them, insanely confused and waiting for the inside joke to be explained. "What?"
"Nothing," Lara says quickly, "they're being weird. Ignore them."
"Lara," Sophia urges, "You should tell her, it's so sweet and cute."
"It's NOT s─"
"TELL ME WHAT??" you interrupt, growing impatient at this weird build up and completely at a loss of what they possibly could be hiding from you. "Tell meee," you plead, eyes scanning across the room before landing on Megan, who you know is going to fold in 0.1 seconds.
"She heard you," Megan answers gleefully. "When we were talking about Billie the other day, Lara was eavesdropping in the hallway."
"I was not eavesdropping."
"Right... " Megan nods her head unconvincingly, "and then she spent like a month trying to get them, and you know she couldn't get gold because─"
"Megan!"
Megan holds her hands up in surrender, laughing, as Manon chimes in with a, "she's also been practicing her smile for THREE WEEKS─"
"I did not!"
You're staring at Lara, who's gone an impressive shade of pink for someone who is typically so confident and sure of herself. "Lara," you start softly.
"It's not─they're exaggerating, I swear."
"You got tooth gems," you say slowly, "because I complimented Billie Eilish's teeth?"
There's full on silence as Lara opens her mouth and closes it again. "Maybe?"
The rest of the girls laugh, and you've never seen them so amused, but start to trickle out of the room to leave you two alone (thank god for that, Lara thinks).
"And you couldn't get gold," you continue, "so you got silver. which..." you pause, a smile at the corner of your lips, "...I genuinely do think looks better on you. For the record.
"Really?"
"Yes really, you look hot in silver." You tilt your head, "I can't believe you did all that 'cause of a lil' comment."
Lara shrugs, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, "I just wanted you to look at me like that too."
"Well, I'm looking at you now, and I think you look amazing," you start, taking her hand in yours, "but─" you pause.
"But?" Lara freezes, wondering if you'll say but it's not for you...but I don't like it...but I'm not into that...
"But, you could have no teeth at all and I'd still think you were hot. I've been looking at you like that, Lara. It's not the teeth, stupid, it's you."
Inside, she's fighting her heart palpitations and the fireworks that seem to be going off inside her head while she tries to keep her composure cool.
"No teeth?" Lara cringes at the thought, "ew, you're weird," she grins, the silver flashing in the light once again.
"Oh I'm weird? Right," you raise your eyebrow and you're sure the two of you are smiling so hard you could probably power all of LA.
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ㅤㅤan: billie eilish to lara raj pipeline has to be studied
ㅤㅤfirst real worded fic TELL ME I DID OK
ALSO was just stalking and... did u mention giovanni's room..... doomed yaoi.... it's been on my wishlist for months and bad religion linked on ur intro post.... i kinda love u
idk why too much .... but wtv
123 WE WANT YURI AND YAOI !! yes i did! giovanni's room is amazinggg and what if i said the ending was more doomed than elio and oliver's 😮
bad religion ugh frank come back
well since you love eugene ( EVERYONE THANK LUCA GUADAGNINO RN ) i kinda love you too 🤷♀️
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