heyo kinda craving smut ab subby sophia who's super sensitive.. could u write ab that?
reader is masc and she's sophia's roommate then they're both pent up and sophia acts all dom and bossy teasing reader and getting on her lap only to turn into a subby mess as soon as reader squeezes her waist <3
love ur writing btw !! :p
sensitive - sophia laforteza
⋮ ⌗ ┆pairing: sophia laforteza x masc!female reader
— warnings: smut, sub!soph, fingering, a little bit of plot? idk, probably more talking than smut sorry, not proofread
an: i’m still learning how to write smut, it’s easier to read than to write but i did my best… (づ_ど)
it was way past midnight, but you were still awake in your dorm room, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, still wearing the clothes you’d gotten home in. grey sweatpants sat low on your waist, tank top, that showed your sculpted abs, pushed up from how much you’d shifted around on the bed. you were half-aware of it, too tired to care.
you could hear the shower running in the bathroom, sophia, your roommate, was there. she’d announced earlier that she needed a midnight shower because her dance teacher had apparently worked her to death.
whatever. you didn’t care. not really.
except your thoughts kept drifting anyway, foggy and unwanted, and your thumb stopped scrolling more than once while your brain filled with images you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about. sophia’s body was probably all soap and warmth, her hands drifting through the soft curves. the valley of her breasts, her hips, thin waist… you groaned and forced yourself to look back at your phone, annoyed at yourself.
other girls got flustered around you. stared. blushed. kept their distance. sophia did the opposite. she teased you relentlessly, got too close on purpose, touched you like she knew exactly how much it messed with you. she’d poke your abs when your shirt rode up, look up at you with that trouble-making stare until you scoffed and backed away. then she’d giggle like it was all just a joke.
god. fucking infuriating.
a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you noticed that the shower had been cut off as well. “y/n!” sophia’s voice called, sweet and way too energetic for nearly one in the morning.
you considered pretending you were asleep, but your lamp was on. busted. you could only sigh and answer. “come in.”
and you immediately regretted it. for fuck sakes.
sophia leaned into the doorway, arms crossed, a pout on her face. “i need to talk,” she said. your brain short-circuited. she looked comfortable. way too comfortable. hair damp, face bare, oversized t-shirt riding high, shorts barely there. you swear that if she bent over a bit you could see her ass. but you forced your eyes up, then failed, then scoffed at yourself.
“yeah?” you said, trying to sound normal, casual, if that scene wasn’t making your hands tremble. “about what?”
sophia caught it immediately. she wasn’t stupid. her eyes flicked to your face, then your hands, and a slow, knowing smirk pulled at her lips. the pout she’d walked in with shifted into something sly. “i just had the shittiest day…” she said softly, dragging it out, voice sweet, like she was already plotting something as she stepped closer.
“mhm?” you hummed, still sprawled across the bed, barely lifting your head. your eyes dropped without permission, straight to her legs as they came into view. bare, smooth, ridiculous. seriously, how did one person always look like that?
sophia definitely noticed you staring. her gaze dipped too, zeroing in on your stomach, the way your abs were tense even when you were supposedly relaxed. she swallowed, eyes lingering longer than necessary. you could practically hear the gears shifting in her head.
“so?” you mumbled when she went quiet, lifting yourself up and sitting on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off as you waited. watching her.
she snapped her eyes back to yours. “dance class was hell,” she said, licking her lips before continuing. “the teacher kept calling me out. every move. like nothing i did was right.”
as she talked, her body kept betraying her frustration. she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, inching closer with every sentence. “and she wouldn’t shut up about daniela,” sophia huffed. “complimenting her nonstop.”
you tried to focus. really. but her thighs were right there now. “and daniela wasn’t even doing it right,” she went on, voice rising, annoyed before she shifted again and settled straight onto your lap. that was it. your brain fully shut off.
you froze, hands hovering uselessly in the air, eyes unfocused as you stared ahead, trying to remember how breathing worked. sophia kept talking, completely oblivious, or maybe very aware and pretending not to be. yeah, the second option.
“it’s just unfair,” she complained, shifting her weight slightly as she crossed her arms. “i’m better than her, but everyone always looks at her–”
“not me.” your voice cut in, quieter this time, but sharp enough to stop her mid-sentence.
sophia froze. her mouth parted, eyes flicking up to yours. for a second, she genuinely looked thrown. had you really just said that? you knew about her thing with daniela. hell, you’d seen the looks she shot her whenever you and dani were together. she wasn’t subtle.
“yeah?” sophia teased after a beat, confidence creeping back in when she caught the way you were looking at her. soft. needy. exactly how she wanted you. a small giggle slipped out as her arms slid up and looped around your neck, hands settling on your shoulders like they belonged there.
you didn’t touch her. couldn’t. you knew if you did, even just a finger, you’d be done for. “hm,” you nodded anyway. “her mom basically bankrolls the college. they kinda have to like her,” you said casually, like she wasn’t sitting in your lap, like her arms weren’t slowly killing you.
sophia hummed, tongue dragging over her teeth as she tilted her head. “and you like her?” she asked, teasing, biting her lip as she leaned in, too close. way too close.
“i mean…” you shrugged. it wasn’t even a dodge, just honest. “i don’t really care about her.”
that did it. sophia’s eyes lit up, teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough that you thought she might actually break skin. she liked that answer. a lot.
and then she noticed. your hands were on her waist.
her breath hitched instantly. shoulders tensing, color flooding her cheeks as her pupils blew wide. her arms loosened around your neck, not pushing you anymore, just… stunned. “i—” she stuttered, trying to laugh it off, blinking fast like she could reset herself. she swallowed, throat dry, clearly scrambling to get her teasing edge back.
but it was gone. all she could focus on was the way your hands fit there. steady. warm. like they’d always known where to land.
you noticed the shift instantly. the way her confidence cracked, just a little. your brows pulled together, confused and curious all at once. did she… did sophia laforteza just melt?
“cat got your tongue?” you teased, unable to stop yourself. sophia’s lips fell into a soft pout, eyes going wide and doe-like in a way that made your stomach flip. oh. oh shit. she really did melt. she looked unreal like this.
your hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer onto your lap, firm enough that you knew it’d leave marks on her pale skin. “guess it did, huh, phia?” you murmured, smirking down at her.
“it—” she tried, swallowing hard. “it didn’t… i just…” her words fell apart, replaced by a soft whine that slipped out before she could stop it. sophia looked up at you through thick lashes, flushed and helpless, like she didn’t know what to do with herself anymore.
her arms loosened around your neck, almost shy now, trying to hide her face as she turned her head away. but you were quicker. your fingers caught her chin, gentle but insistent, guiding her back until her eyes met yours.
you didn’t think. you just kissed her.
she made a small, broken sound as her body melted into yours, lips parting easily under the pressure. it wasn’t soft or careful. it was messy, sloppy, all heat and want, mouths moving together like neither of you knew how to slow down. she gasped into the kiss, hands gripping your shoulders as she leaned her full weight into you.
sophia nearly knocked you back onto the bed, but you caught her, one hand steady on her waist, the other bracing behind you as you kissed her again, deeper this time. your thoughts were blurred, all you could feel was her. the weight of her in your lap. the heat. the way her fingers curled into your tank top like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
“need you,” she pleaded, pulling back just enough that your lips were still brushing, breaths mixing. her lips were swollen, eyes dark and searching.
you could feel her shifting on your lap, restless, desperate, not even trying to hide it. she let out a shaky breath, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut as she whined right into your ear. you weren’t expecting sophia laforteza to be so… needy.
your thumb kept tracing slow circles into her waist as you held her close. “i got you…” you murmured, voice just as unsteady as her breathing.
then you shifted, decisive, guiding her down until her back hit the mattress. not rough, but sure. she let herself go easily, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she landed, chest rising and falling fast, lips swollen and pink from the kiss.
for a few seconds, you just stared. took her in. the way her shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of soft skin, the way her hair fanned out messily against your sheets, the way sophia looked up at you like she was still trying to catch her breath and her thoughts at the same time.
god. “so pretty,” you said without thinking, like it slipped out on its own.
you leaned down, and pressed your lips to her neck. one kiss, then another. a rough bite that made her sigh, head tipping back instinctively. her arm slid around your neck, fingers curling there like she needed something to hold onto.
your fingers grazed her stomach, just the tips barely pressing, and she shuddered like someone had just struck her with lightning. you jerked back instinctively, eyes wide. “are…” you started, but didn’t finish, instead looking down at her, startled.
sophia’s eyes were wide and soft, locked on yours. doe-like, pleading, like the very act of you stopping had already hurt her somehow.
curiosity won. you traced your fingers over the same spot again, slow this time, careful. another shudder ran through her, her legs pressing lightly against yours in response. oh? oh. so that’s what was going on. “sensitive, aren’t we, phia?” you teased, a grin tugging at your lips as the realization hit.
sophia could play all tough, all teasing, all confident words and sharp remarks. but one real touch, one real moment, and she unraveled. trembling under your hands, soft and pliant, completely hers in that instant.
“please… please,” she whispered, breath shaky, fingers clutching at your tank top like she was holding on for dear life.
you laughed softly, not teasing or cruel. just gentle. because god, she was adorable like this, all bravado gone, eyes wide and needy. “i’m getting there,” you murmured, voice low as your hand slid down from her stomach, slow on purpose, stopping at her waistband. you tugged it just a little, enough to make her whine.
you caught a glimpse of white fabric, simple, and for some reason that made your chest ache. it didn’t match the sharp mouth, the confidence, the attitude she wore like armor. but it matched this version of her. real. vulnerable.
you paused. “can i?” you asked quietly, finally looking up at her instead of down.
sophia nodded immediately, too fast, too eager, hair bouncing as she did. it almost made you laugh again. almost.
you helped her out of her shorts, and underwear carefully, tossing them aside before settling back between her legs, hands resting warm and steady on her thighs. you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her knee, then another higher up.
you couldn’t help your eyes, how they shifted to her parted thighs, to the glistening center that was calling for you. your thumbs pushed her thighs further apart, eyes locked on her cunt. it was dripping on your bed. your bed. god if that didn’t make you feel a hundred times more smug.
you moved your hand under her shirt, finding her perky breast, thumb immediately fondling with her hardened nipple. sophia squirmed beneath you, thighs twitching, threatening to close, but you held her steady, firm. every tiny movement of hers made a noise, shaky whimpers spilling out faster than her breaths.
“breathe… don’t forget to breathe, princess,” you murmured, the nickname slipping out naturally, no hesitation. your lips brushed against the hollow of her neck, soft and warm, tracing down to her collarbone.
her head tilted back instinctively, eyes fluttering closed, fingers clutching at your arms, and you felt that tiny, frantic pulse of her heart against your chest. god, she was so responsive.
your hand left her breast, making her huff in frustration, but that was quickly replaced by a shuddering moan when sophia felt your hand moving dangerously down on her, finally reaching her cunt. you couldn’t help the quiet moan that left your mouth when your fingers touched her wetness. she was drenched. “so wet, phia…is this all for me?”
she nodded again, words failing her as her lips trembled. finally, a shaky, breathless babble escaped. “mhm- mhmph… yes, yes… all f’you…” her chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths quick and uneven, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady herself as she felt your thumb circling her clit.
“slow, hm? breathe, baby…” you warned softly, eyes locked onto hers. sophia’s eyes were unfocused, glassy, a little too watery, like she was right on the edge of slipping away. she nodded again, letting you guide her.
your fingers explored her cunt before blindly finding her entrance, collecting her juices before slowly moving one finger inside her. “good girl…” you cooed as you heard her moans shudder, thighs tensing and eyes shuttering close as a silent moan left her.
your finger moved slowly in and out of her until she was finally making pleasured sounds. moans filled your bedroom and you could only stare in awe, watching as her body squirmed, hips moving with your finger as she tried to hurry your maddening slow pace. “more… more, please,” sophia breathed out, thighs closing around your hands as her feet curled on the bed.
you obeyed, pushing another finger inside her, feeling the gummy walls tightening against your fingers. “so tight, phia… this isn’t your first time is it?” you teased, unable to help yourself as you moved faster to her liking.
sophia’s back arched off the bed, shaking her head at your teasing words. “n-no…no! nngh..” she sobbed out her moans, her head turning to press her cheek on your mattress, closing her eyes, you were doing a number on her.
she was a mess. completely undone. lips swollen and shiny, parted like she’d forgotten how to close them, lashes clumped and damp, curling against her flushed cheeks. her face was red, warm, eyes glassy and soft, hair tangled everywhere from all the squirming.
and sophia… she was loving it. loving how your fingers made her feel, how your touch held her steady while you thrusted into her, so rough yet not fast enough, knowing exactly how to drive her mad.
but then again, sophia was sensitive. way too sensitive, really. it didn’t take much to make her cum, and she knew it.
she felt it instantly, that fire building in her stomach the second your fingers curled just in the right spot. “i’m—!” she tried to warn you, tried to stop herself, but her body betrayed her. the sounds that escaped were louder, faster than her mind could process, loud gasps and moans tumbling out before she could think to stop them.
she clutched at your shoulders, eyes fluttering closed, cheeks flushed deep red and you noticed, of course you did. you curled your fingers to the right spot, hitting it constantly, feeling the wetness dribble out of your palm. “come on, phia… make a mess f’me…”
and she did. with a loud, shuddering moan, sophia came, body trembling, hips jerking slightly under your hands. her fingers flew up to press against her mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but it was useless. the sounds had already escaped, spilling into the room, raw and unfiltered.
her hands gave up, flopping limply onto the bed beside her, abandoning all attempts at control. it was beautiful seeing her like this, hearing her, feeling her release so completely, gushing all over your hand and dripping right on the sheets.
you slowed your movements, letting her ride the high, riding it out with her, until her hand gently pushed yours away. you pulled back immediately, careful, moving out of her slowly so you didn’t startle her. “there we go…” you cooed, humming softly, hands sliding back to her waist to steady her, feeling her shiver under your touch.
sophia’s chest heaved, breaths coming in fast and uneven, like she’d forgotten how to calm down. when you leaned in to press soft kisses to her cheeks, she could only whine softly, tilting into you, letting the warmth of your lips and steady hands pull her back down to earth.
“so good…” she murmured at last, voice rough, throat dry, eyes looking up at you like you’d done something miraculous.
“yeah, i know, that’s usually what they say…” you teased, smug, and her hand shot out to smack your arm. but you just laughed, the sound warm and low, pulling her even closer.
your arm wrapped securely around her waist, bicep pressing gently against her, and you peppered more kisses on her cheek until her lips finally curved into a small, tired smile, matching the one already on your face.
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