ok the fact that he has r4pe allegations makes the situation serious, but what i meant is that people assume someone is dating someone just because they're by their side, just because they were seen together doesn't mean they're dating, but people are already saying they are (btw if these allegations are true, it's strange that Megan is hanging out with someone like that)
itâs serious yes, i actually hadnât seen anything about her hanging out with anyone so i have no idea honestly but i get what you mean. theyâre also famous so itâs likely that people will assume regardless
abt. sophia's always busy with work, fortunately her meeting gets called short...
ceo!sophia laforteza x fem!reader · explicit sexual content · fingering · masturbation · spanking · not proofread [mdni]
A/N || something small <33 kisses, brooklynn.
ă and i can be needy
way too damn needy ă
your hips bore against the pointed edge of your mahogany pillow, slow and slickâ your soft motions enough for your panties to cling to your cunt, your frustration becoming visible.Â
thatâs three times. you'd soaked through three times.Â
though why bother putting on another? you weren't quite finished with what you were doing.Â
you missed sophia, you were aching for her as your hips snapped against the pillow, soft whines escaping from glossed lips. âsoph.. fuck,âÂ
you moved your fingers down to tap your clit, trying to replicate the fluttering flicks of her tongue when she went down on you.Â
though it wasnât the same. how could it be?
you reached over for your phone, no missed calls, no texts either. you hated how high demand her job was, you needed her now.Â
you felt like you'd been waiting ages.Â
the growing pressure down low was getting increasingly uncomfortable, you've tried everything but nothing was quite like sophia laforteza's tongue, or her fingers for that matter.Â
you were mid stroke when you heard the bedroom door push open, completely frozen with your fingers over your panties.Â
sophia chuckled at your needy state, peeling her rings off and loosening her top.Â
you flipped onto your back, shoving the pillow away, it was futile anyway.Â
âsoph, i thought you werenât coming back until two,âÂ
âmeeting got called off early,âÂ
you were thrilled, she was all for you now. and she looked incredibly good in her unbuttoned dress shirt.Â
her black bra was peeking out, your eyes landing on her chest, the embroidered mesh not leaving a lot to the imagination.Â
the way it hugged her chest tightly was starting to get to you, your legs squeezing together, suddenly remembering that dull ache down below.Â
sophia was quick to notice the sheets wrinkling over closed legs.Â
âwhatâs got you so worked up anyway?â she asked, fanning herself in her top before completely discarding it.Â
your breath hitched, her slow movements were really getting to you.Â
âi missed you,â you admitted, watching her slim hands work their way to her waist, the belt dropping to the floor. âyea, i can see that.â she replied, only amusement left in her smile. her hands unbuttoned the dress pants, letting them fall.Â
your eyes went straight to the matching laceâ has she always worn matching sets to her longitudinal meetings?
you knew being at the top came with a lot of tasks, you didnât know those tasks included lingerie.Â
you shifted on the king bed, you were desperate, waiting for sophia without any help was bad enough, but having to endure her extended after work routine was even worse.Â
âsoph,â you needed her, you couldnât possibly get rid of the feeling on your own.Â
sophia knew what you wanted, in fact sheâd been moving slowly just because she was that confident in her assumption.Â
âjust be patient,â she tutted, making her way over.Â
your legs fell open when she walked toward you, your hands holding yourself up.Â
âyou look so pretty for me baby,â her lips pressed onto yours, her fingers holding your jaw in place. you kissed back immediately, you didnât want to waste anymore time. the kiss was instantly deepened, she tasted like something sweet.Â
sophia climbed on top of you, melting into the passionate kiss, you were hers to take. her hand trailed down your body, fingers taking their time on every inch of exposed skin they passed.Â
she finally reached your pantiesâ soaked, white fabric slick with your mess. sophia pulled it down your legs, her mouth breaking away from yours to kiss your neck instead.Â
she then moved her fingers over your wet cunt, watching them move with ease. âyou're that wet?â her voice was nothing but pleased
you only nod in response, too needy to do much more.Â
she started off with her two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out, your whines drifting from parted lips.Â
you held onto her wrist, but you couldnât control her pace, the girl moving at an intoxicating pace. you wanted even moreÂ
she curled her fingers inside, making sure to really reach the spots that you loved most, her lips still working on marking your neck.Â
her fingers pushed in deeper, only to push out just barely, finding themselves right back inside a second after.Â
you couldn't do anything but whine out her name, your head heavy. âsophia,â your broken whine only encouraged her. the press of her thumb against your clit was enough to push you over alone, but she didnât want you to finish just yet.
your hips snapped against her fingers, chasing the friction you so desperately craved. a loud gasp left your lips as she began to prod her fingers back and forth, making sure to hit deeper spots with every hard stroke. âyouâre doing so well for me baby, look at how stretched out you are,â her words were enough, making you drip out around her fingersâ mess catching on the sheets.Â
âyou're soaked for me baby, what a good slut for me,â your whines brought a smile to sophia's face.Â
she took her fingers out, helping you flip overâ now you were spread out and laying on your stomach. her fingers plunged back in, another loud gasp leaving your mouth, subtle whines escaping right after. âthatâs it baby, see how you can take me so well? keep taking me,âÂ
âdon't stop,â you said, voice barely above a whisper. sophia smiled, she wasnât planning on it. her open palm came up to slap your ass, leaving a visible red mark. you dripped out around her fingers even more, sophia chuckled at the sight.Â
âgood fucking girl,â she whispered, her hand slapping the same spot. you were a mess and she was living for it. âoh my god, soph. please,âÂ
you were clenching around her now, she knew you were extremely close.Â
âlet go baby,âÂ
and as soon as those words left her mouth you came undone, making a mess over her two fingers. you watched her push them into her mouth, clearly satisfied. ânext time, call me.â
she got you cleaned up and the two of you spent the night cuddled up under new sheets.Â
megan has a dating rumor just because she was seen with a guy and wore some of his clothes, im not saying shes not dating him, there wouldnt be anything wrong with that, but i think people make assumptions too quickly
i think people focus too much on the personal lives of others, sheâs young and also itâs like who cares yk?? i get what you mean
the perfect tenant â written series. â lara raj.
1. welcome home masterlist.
ă can't read my mind
i'm undefined  ă
psychiatric assistant!lara raj x fem!reader â mdni.
sometimes great offers are meant to be left alone.
abt. psychological horror + thriller · slow burn romance · manipulation · smut · emotional + psychological abuse · isolation · medical and psychiatric manipulation · small age gap romance (for a small while, not main romance) · obsession with dependency · moral ambiguity · mutual pining · domestic horror · someone is lyingÂ
A/N || hope you guys like it. kisses, brooklynn.
dr. keira wyndham had to have been as popular as some of the celebrities who resided in your city. she built herself a name, from the bottom upâ as youâd found out through flipping past the yellowing pages of her memoir âthe science of letting goâ which spoke a lot for itself, though truthfully she was an excellent writer.Â
you propped open the top part of your coral styled luggage, the zipper separating it into halves. throwing your clothes in, you could barely contain the excitement that surged through your body.
this was really it. your fresh start.Â
your clothes began to tip over the rough edge, eliciting an annoyed groan as you bent down to neatly fold the clothes insteadâ not to mention, the abundance of space you were awarding yourself.Â
dr. wyndham cleared patients like they were easy, just child's play. they would find themselves on an endless waiting list only to be unexpectedly selected and treated months in advanceâ these were the patients she classified as âin active crisisâ which gave them the opportunity to skip the wait.
no matter the extremity of the people sheâd treat, they all came back the same.
serene, mended, and changed for the betterment of themselves.Â
you also werenât sure what that meant entirely, it couldâve meant a lot of different things but you also didnât have it in you to want to find out.Â
you stood up, hands feeling the top of your closet for your go to jeans, hands barely scuffing the material. the jeans came propelling down, landing right on your carpeted floor.Â
your hands folded the fabric together, making sure to smooth out any potential wrinkles, fitting the denim bottoms next to your black knitted sweater.Â
there was always something so unsettling about the woman though, you figured it was just the way her patients always came back soâŠ
lobotomized.Â
youâd seen plenty of discussions online, but you chose to turn away from all their negative theoretical bullshit, because dr. keira wyndham was much more kind than they let on.Â
you reached over to your desk for the toiletry bag youâd put together nights priorâ deodorant, a hair brush, hair ties, bobby pins, a hair clip, a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and many more necessary items that you were too tired to check off.Â
you plopped the bag next to your folded pyjamas.
the truth was, you didn't have anything going for you.Â
you were in bountiful debt, you were socially abolished for reasons you weren't quite ready to repeat, and you had done something you couldnât quite come back from.
not now, not ever.Â
a chill ran through your spine from thinking about that moment, you shook it off, turning to sign out your laptop.Â
a few months ago youâd logged onto a websiteâ one that was deleted ages ago, and youâd gone through the mundane task of looking through baseless ads.Â
babysitter? no. dog walker? another no. get paid to watch a man in his 60s bathe? you had to take a break after that one.Â
you were losing hope, you couldnât find anything that promised a quick start, something new and loose, nothing tied to you.
and then you saw it.Â
posted by l.rajÂ
looking for women (22-28) who need a room to rent for the year, no refunds on payments.
rules are nonnegotiable. payments are required to come in timely. more details can be found in further private conversation. reachable by email, just request a message with needed info.Â
show moreÂ
as a psychology student working on your mastersâ online because you were never the one to enjoy commutingâ you knew exactly who l.raj was.
the woman was no other than lara raj, the only assistant that dr. wyndham has kept hired for years. this was a really big deal.Â
on your 23rd birthday, youâd promised one thing to yourself. this would be it.
you let yourself loiter for the last four years, graduated just barely, took a year off to figure shit out that you of course, never got around to, and finally applied to further your education. except your payment was due on the tiny crammed up apartment you were renting. you couldnât possibly find somewhere new that promised that new start youâd been chasing other than this.
so, you clicked her profile.Â
there wasn't much to view, just a default profile with half a name filled out, and this one singular post.Â
hm, you thought it was a bit unprofessional.Â
your cursor hovered open the âsend messageâ button, and before you could talk yourself out of it, your pointer finger lowered itself on your mouse.Â
you are now talking with l.raj. send a message?
hey. how are you? i saw the ad you posted and i would be lying if i said i wasnât interested. may i get more information?
l.raj is typingâŠ
your breath hitched for a moment, that was fast.Â
email?
you looked at the five letter word. no acknowledgement, no greeting. just email.
right, itâs *********@gmail.comÂ
perfect.
you waited for what felt like forever before your laptop buzzed with a new gmail notification.Â
below you'll see photos of the room, rent is around $700 but can be agreed to be lowered under specific circumstances. rules are rules, follow them and youâll be fine. as for everything else.. itâs easier for keira to explain. interested?
your mouth was dropped open. this was the best thing that couldâve happened, not only are you paying half of what you were before, but it could be lowered and you were going to be living in the very home that keira occupied.Â
yes, iâm interested.Â
perfect, iâll get back to you.Â
after that youâd gotten a call by lara raj herself, explaining how keira specially selected you.Â
youâd gotten in. youâd gotten the room.
you thanked the woman on the other line, before squealing once the call cut off.
this was it.Â
so now you were packing up your life in order to move into a new place, into dr. wyndhamâs place. god it felt surreal to even say it like that.Â
you put everything else you saw in your line of sight into the luggage, screw that checklist.
you flipped the top over, hands pushing it down a great amount before the zipper sewed it seamlessly closed.Â
you got into bed, velvet covers caressing your colder skin.Â
tonight was the last night you lived in a place that harboured your bleak past, and you were officially moving on.Â
for real this time.
after running those thoughts through your head continuously, as if you were some kind of broken record, your lids fell heavy and you fell asleep.Â
your alarm didnât spare anyone, not even you at 5am.Â
your eyes widened when you came to the realization that it was, in fact, five in the morning.Â
fuck. you were going to be late.Â
you hopped out of bed, covers hanging by your legs and almost tripping you over but you quickly untangled yourself from the clinging sheets and walked into the open bathroom, turning the faucet on. you ran to your drawers, throwing out the one outfit youâd left inside of them, for this very moment.Â
the wide leg jeans fell onto your unmade bed first, followed by a tight white top and some ruined converse shoes.Â
after getting all ready, you lugged your bags out of your small apartment and into your even smaller car.
cheers to never seeing this place again.
your hand slid under the car doorâs handle, pushing the heavy door open whilst your other hand held onto the overly heavy luggageâ now you were contemplating unpacking but you knew you werenât coming back.
was it a bit senseless? sure it was, you were able to acknowledge that upfront.Â
could you have also spent a little more time doing research so you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into instead of impulsively accepting? of course you could have.Â
you shook the tinge of unease away, you werenât about to second guess yourself when youâd already made it out the door.Â
the soft plush of the leather car shifts holds your weight, your finger pressing the âstartâ button next to the wheel. you turned on the one podcast youâd been listening to every nightâ in hopes of settling into a fresh start (and least thatâs what youâd been telling yourself to feel better)
when dr. wyndhamâs voice filled your ears, you knew it couldnât have been a coincidence. this rental was meant for you.Â
throughout the car ride you had learned a thing or two from the intelligent woman, not that you doubted that in the first place.Â
she was brilliant, one of the best actually.Â
her melodious voice came out through your carâs speakers.Â
âpeople donât need fixing, what they need is somebody who can understand them. there is nothing to fix when someone is fully understoodâ
your lips curved upwards at her comment, you were so lucky.Â
and maybe, just maybe, she could help you too.
your tires scratched under the gravel in her driveway, the modern mansion an astounding upgrade from your stuffy, tight spaced apartment. you parked your car before hauling your bags out, huffing from the strength youâd had to exert. god, why did you have so many things?
a sharp tone took you out from your thoughts, startling you. so much so that you even jumped a bit.Â
her succulent laughter drifted past your ears, and was that tom ford? she smelled wonderful.Â
âgood morning y/n, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â her polished hand slid out to shake yours, her nails painted nude but no ring on her finger.Â
you dropped your bags and shook her hand immediately, ânice to meet you. iâm ecstatic, this is like, well a dream. you have no idea.â
oh, but she did.Â
dr. keira wyndham was a slender and tall woman in her late thirties, auburn hair slicked back into a french twist with not a strand out of place, her makeup was effortlessly applied it looked like she wasnât wearing any, and her glasses rested on the bridge of her noseâ black rimmed squares that suited her extremely well. her slim face was soft with sharp edges, coming into harmony with two celadon eyes and light pink lips that were naturally plump.Â
she was gorgeous.Â
the woman cleared her throat, âis that alright?â
you blinked, drifting out of your thoughts, âoh, of course.â you had no idea what youâd just agreed to, but you figured it couldnât have been that bad. probably something about the way you liked your steak cooked.Â
you turned to pick up your bags, her red bottom heels clicking away and back into the house. when she saw you struggling, she only laughed, âleave that there sweetheart, lara will take care of it.âÂ
you held onto it for a moment longer, before deciding it was better to follow what she was asking of you than to continue pulling onto a bag that weighed much more than it let on.Â
seriously, how many things did you put in there?
you jogged up to her side, the doors swinging open almost instantly. âwelcome home.â lara said, her eyes casting downwards. now lara, lara was stunning. you had never seen her, not in pictures, she was just a name. and to finally put a face to it was more than you could ever ask for. âgo pick up her bags, theyâre by that awfully grotesque mazda.â
you would be lying if you said that didnât sting.Â
but she was right, it wasnât the best looking carâ okay, it was far from looking even remotely close to a car. but why did it matter? it had been through a lot with you.Â
keira clapped her hands together, the lights turning themselves on, your face was aghast, this place was amazing. âthere are a few ground rules iâd like to go over with you. i donât enjoy tenants who go looking around to find thingsâ this is my home, not a venue. and i fully intend for you to respect that knowing this offer was granted to you. itâs best if you keep in your room as you would in any other miserable apartmentâ you nod in understanding, that was completely reasonable, you were just a stranger in her very expensive home. had someone stolen something of hers before? you were sure it had happened at least once.Â
âyou are not to bother any of the staff, they get paid to work not to converse with others.â she dipped her voice an octave lower, as if trying to keep away from prying ears. âi especially expect you to keep away from ms. raj, she is my personal assistant and will not be selling any information away so donât even think about it. if i see any sort of transaction, or overly friendly conversation going on between you two, it will be over for you right then. understood?â
you nod again, this time in less understanding. you knew that she had good intentions though, she always did.Â
lara walked down the stairs, and for a second you hadnât realized how immersed in her rule talk youâd been. how fast did she get that bag up there?Â
âyour room is ready maâam.â
âperfect, shall we take a look?âÂ
you smiled in agreement, the two of you wandering up the spiral staircase as lara stayed behind. the stairs felt like they went on forever, you were sick of the marble swirls implanted on each one. after what felt like an eternity, you made it to the very top, where the landing was barely a platform.
three doors surrounded the small platform, one on the right, the left, and in front of you.Â
âi know itâs crowded, we couldnât do anything about it during the renovations.â
you smiled at her attempt to explain, âoh no, itâs wonderful.âÂ
she unlocked the door on the left, the hinges squeaking and the wood hitting back on the door next to it.Â
as soon as you entered, youâd forgotten all about the small platform and swinging doors, because the room you stepped into was sublime.Â
the walls were a pretty lilac, and it was bigger than any apartment youâd ever stepped foot in. the doorway to the bathroom was arched, with an enormous bathtub and shower, the sink faucet was decked out in gold.
that wasnât even the best part, the bed itself was bigger than your last apartment entirely, and it looked amazingly comfortable. âof course you may decorate it as you like, excuse me for the plainness of the room at the moment, but i did have the chance to at least offer you some complimentary flowers.â you turned your head to the dainty bedside table, and the singular vase that held exactly five pink dahlias inside.
your favourite.
âtheyâre your favourite, arenât they?â
âthank you,â and with that she stepped out, leaving you alone.Â
her words were supposed to be sweet, she meant well.
so why couldnât you shake off that same uneasy feeling? was it because fresh starts always warranted a bit of worrying?
or was it because you couldnât recall a time youâd ever told dr. keira wyndham what your favourite flowers were.
