Sensitive nipples. Would just cum from you sucking them, especially when she has her piercings on
sometimes y'all would share a blunt while fucking when she's riding you
Speaking of blunts, she would love having intoxicated sex cause it makes both of you sooo sensitive
I think Manon is definitely a groaner with very breathy moans like Sophia
Loves it when you tug/pull her hair, def turns her on
Light degradation. In my opinion she would get off with you telling her how she's so pathetically obsessed with you and it would turn her off if the degradation goes overboard
Manon is definitely a dom bottom in a way that she loves getting pampered but is also bossy
She's also one of those girls who's OBSESSED with their lover's scent, in my humble opinion. she would nuzzle her face to the crook of your neck the whole time
I think she would also adore nose kisses, you're thrusting deep inside her and your nose bumps and you just look at each other's eyes is in her top 10 intimate actions
the thing whit house tour i look up after i send you that is because of the new age thing, is not showing up for and i can unlock it cause tumblr can't read my fucking face whit their shity AI, i don't wanna keep trying cause it might fuck up whit my account. but like now am sad cause i can't read it
Sorry to hear about that brodie, I hope you can read my other works though and future parts to house tour 🙏
i know you're in a break and you don't need to respond this but house tour is not showing in your profile and when i go to the link i doesn't let me pass you by beyond the warning of adult content i don't know if is just my tumblr. but it felt like i needed to tell you incase is not just my tumblr
Help gang.....can y'all access it too? Cause I can.....
TEARS ˎˊ˗ "'considering i have feelings i'm like, why are my clothes still on?"
Secretary! Sophia who's a stripper at night x CEO! g!p reader
Warnings: masturbation, mind break, power play, blowjob, dirty talk, praise kink, etc
Part 1 of what's your fantasy series
Author's note: happy pride brodies, low-key ass but promise it would build up as the series goes on hopefully
Sophia Laforteza loves praises.
So working at the number one company of the country and to be your secretary was one of the highest praises she has ever achieved.
She reels in your presence, admires how you carry yourself with such confidence and power that radiates wherever you go.
"Sophia" you called and she snaps out of her trance, hurrying to you.
"Yes?" She says, a bit breathless, her hands gripping her clipboard tight.
"Have you eaten?" You asked casually while you flip papers on your desk.
"Sorry?" The latter asks, confused and flabbergasted, her cheeks turning pink.
"Hmm— can you order food from the restaurant you booked last time? I enjoyed the food you ordered for me—"
"Yes, of course! Uhm— right away" Sophia stutters, her heart beating out of her chest from the praise.
"Thank you" you shout out to your secretary who scurried her way out of your office.
—
You loved obedience.
So to have Sophia Laforteza work as your secretary was a blessing. With just one word she'll already achieve what you ask by then.
You admired how diligent, responsible, and uptight she is with her tasks.
Which is a shocker because now you're staring at your friend's phone, mouth slightly open in shock as you continue to stare at Sophia's picture on the screen, shorts that barely contain her ass, paired with a push-up bra that makes her tits practically bulge out.
"Do you believe me now? I told you, your secretary's a fucking stripper at night, Y/n!" your friend whispered, with a hint of shout at the end.
"What do you expect me to do with this?" You ask, hands fumbling in frustration.
"Fire her, obviously!"
"I can't— she's amazing at her job— and I just can't say 'Sophia you're fired and I found out you're actually a stripper' to her!" You slump back to your chair, running your hands through your hair to ease your nerves.
"So— what do you plan to do then?" Your friend asks with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know"
—
"Working late again, Ms. Y/n?"
You jump out of your seat, hand on your chest clutching your shirt as you try to catch your breath. "Sophia!"
"Oh my god— I am so sorry" Sophia bows her head in embarrassment, hands tightly clasped infront of her, head still low.
You let out a long sigh, "it's okay— don't— don't do that again, yeah?"
"Yes, Ms." She nodded, bowing in remorse before standing up straight again looking at you with apologetic eyes.
Sophia bit her cheek, her heel clicking against the floor as your gaze lands heavy on her.
"Sophia" you said, voice carrying that authority and coldness she only hears when you want to take control of the situation.
"Yes?" she choked out, her heart thumping as she stood in front of you like a meal ready for a preying lion.
You examine her closely, trying to see what you haven't seen, trying to justify that she isn't what your friend has shown you.
You shook your head, sighing out of frustration as you waved your hand ushering her to leave, "nevermind, go home safe"
"Of course" she answered breathlessly, her lips breaking out to a wide smile. "You?"
You chuckled, "I'll go soon, don't worry."
You waved her goodbye as she exited the room, you lean back to your chair, your hands combing your hair back in an attempt to collect yourself.
The thought of Sophia being working as a stripper made you restless. You groaned, mumbling to yourself "this is crazy— this is fucking crazy" as you quickly gather your things to follow her trail.
—
Your car quickly came to a halt once you've reached the bar your friend told you she works at earlier.
You hand your keys to the valet and enter the premise, the stench of alcohol and sweat filled the place.
Your eyes darting around from people to people who grind each other and chug alcohol until your eyes settle on Sophia whose legs are wide open, hands on her thighs while her head is thrown back, mouth wide open.
Her earlier formal clothes that made her look professional, now made her look indecent with how much skin she's showing.
Her blouse wide open to see the pink laced bra she's wearing while her skirt rode up to her thighs, letting everyone see how thick and supple it is, and her smile satisfied like she's enjoying the attention she's having.
Suddenly you grow parched as you watch her slowly take off her blouse, unbuttoning it one by one, sweat glistening on her body making her look more enticing.
As her hands travel to the zipper of her skirt, your pants seemed to feel like they were too tight along with your suit. Heat began to travel in your body as you feel your cock growing harder by the second as Sophia enjoys herself on the stage.
And before you see too much you quickly exit the venue, trying to calm your nerves down.
You hurriedly went inside your car and parked to a nearby empty street to breathe.
"Fuck" you groaned out, hands cupping your cock through your pants, still thinking of your secretary stripping on that stage.
You fish your cock out of your pants, stroking it starting from the base to the tip. You let out heavy breaths, imagining Sophia kneeling under you.
You stroke your cock faster, continuing to picture her being the submissive little secretary she is, her hands shaking as she places her hands on your dick, looking so starstruck.
You imagine her gasping as she massages the tip of your cock, her other hand cupping your balls, salivating. You closed your eyes, your head thrown aback as beads of sweat start to drip all over your body.
"Fuck— that's right, Sophia, suck my cock baby" you moaned, picturing her with her mouth wide open, gagging when she tries to take you whole while tears stream down her face.
"I'm close, baby— fuck" you groaned, your balls tightening as your hand goes faster and faster, your stomach tensing till a honk pulls you out of trance.
"FUCKING SHIT" you slam your hands on the wheel in frustration, the car behind you still honking. "I'm moving, I'm moving!"
You grumbled all the way home, taking a quick shower and didn't even finish relieving yourself out of annoyance.
—
Sophia was scared to say the least.
When she got into your office, you were already there, hair messy, head buried in papers, grumbling and groaning, your sour mood apparent to anyone 5 feet apart from you.
"Ms. Y/n, lunch?" She managed to squeak out, trying to hide how terrified she is of making you even more miserable than you already are.
Your gaze lands heavily on her, your eyes are red and tired, voice raspy and cold, "come here."
Sophia exhales shakily, her heels click on the floor as she walks at a cautious pace, trying to keep a calm facade reaching the side of your desk.
You look at her— really look at her. She's wearing an all black outfit, hair down, and light makeup that screams elegance, nothing like the Sophia you had seen the night before.
Your mind ravages what detail you could have missed to not see that Sophia— your beloved secretary— is a stripper at night.
"Strip."
Sophia felt her heart stop breathing, she laughed— a small nervous laugh as she tried to process what you just said. "Ms. Y/n—"
"I said strip" you commanded, voice low and demanding.
Sophia stands still not knowing what to do, she fiddles her hand, her chest tightening as she tries to comprehend the situation.
"You can do it for strangers but not for your boss?" You said sarcastically, even letting out a menacing laugh.
That's when it clicked for Sophia, she rushed to her knees, her head on your shoes, trying to explain herself. "I am so sorry— you shouldn't— I—"
You stopped her rambling, crouching down, you gently took hold of her chin, making her meet eye to eye with you. "Show me that I can still make good use of you"
Sophia, teary-eyed, felt her heart burn and maybe— just maybe a little bit wet. "Show you how?"
You tuck her hair behind her ear, whispering in a low gentle voice, "you know how, because you're my secretary, right?"
Sophia nods, watching as you lean back on your chair smiling victoriously. Her pitiful gaze turned to something darker— hungrier.
She removed her blouse hastily, throwing it under your desk. Still on her knees, she shuffled between your legs when you stopped her with a light slap on her cheek.
"Where's your words? A secretary of mine should know how to use them" you smirk, your hand reaching out to rub her cheek you slapped. "I'm so disappointed in you Sophia, I thought you knew better"
Sophia sniffles, her heart aching at the thought of you being disappointed. "I'm sorry Ms.— I'm so sorry, please forgive me" she pleaded, her head nuzzling to your hand rubbing her cheek.
"Show me baby— words aren't enough, you've got to show me" you coo, both of your hands are now cradling her face, your thumb tracing her plump, supple lips.
Slowly, you put your thumb in her mouth and she obediently sucks, "good girl."
Sophia sucked harder, moaning around your thumb desperately as her hands reaching to grab you by your calves, her brain engraving the memory of you calling her a good girl.
You pulled out your thumb from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting before it eventually broke off. You lean back on your chair again, putting your arms on the arm rest, looking down at Sophia, disheveled and broken.
Your cock strains in your pants as it gets harder and harder by the minute. Your lips curled to a smirk seeing Sophia eye your junk like a mad woman.
She goes to her hands and knees, nuzzling her head to your thigh looking at you with her big doe eyes. "Tell me what you want to do— I'll do anything for you, Ms. Y/n"
She inches her face closer to your appendage, eyes closing as she smells your scent, she lets out a shaky breath, thighs clasped together as her pussy clenched on nothing.
You grab her by the back of her head and push her face to your clothed cock, rubbing her face on your aching dick.
Sophia closes her eyes in relish, she grabs you closer by the hips, rubbing her face on your cock even harder, tongue sticking out to lick your cock through layers of fabric, moaning as she does so.
Just then the door creaks open and panic sets in, you cram Sophia under your desk before your employee notices.
"Good afternoon, Ms. I just finished the paperwork you've asked for—"
Sophia couldn't care less about what was happening between you and her colleague, especially not when she's face to face with your bulge.
She swallows her own spit, her fingers opening your fly open, lips curling to a smile when she feels you tense up.
"Th— Thanks— I'll tell you when there's anything else I'll need" you let out a crooked smile, trying to keep a calm facade even when Sophia starts fishing your cock out from your boxers, stroking it starting from the base to your tip.
"Oh and also—"
You let out a low groan, showing a tight-lipped smile to your worker who's rambling about the paper while you try not to be annoyed nor focus on Sophia's lips now on your cock.
Sophia pressed kisses on your cock reverently like worshipping. She grabbed the base, giving kitten licks or licking it like an ice cream. Her eyes rolled back from the taste, feeling her panties getting drenched as heat began to travel throughout her body, most especially her core.
Finally, she takes a deep breath and downs you just halfway before gagging. Relentless— she tried again, taking you in her mouth, the tip of your cock hitting the back of her throat as she tried not to choke.
She bobs her head up and down, gagging yet refusing to back down, she sucks you even harder.
"Yes— yes I get it— you can go now" you said breathless, pleasure spiking your brain, melting every reasonable part of it.
You waved your employee to leave, and they quickly followed, the door shutting with a click, and you finally let out a low moan.
You placed your hand on the back of her hand, not pushing— it's just there, "that's it— doing so good for me, baby"
Sophia let out your cock with a pop, drool on the corner of her lips, her hands scrambling to stroke your cock, "thank you— thank you so much Ms. Y/n"
She goes down on your cock again, trying to deepthroat every inch of you but to no avail she chokes, letting you out of her mouth, drool escaping her lips connecting to your cock. "You taste so good— I love it— I love your cock, Ms. Y/n"
You don't let her finish, pushing her head down to your cock again, gasping when your dick enters her wet, warm, mouth. "Take it— take all of it"
Sophia cries, gagging as she takes you whole, her nose to your pelvis, trying to breathe, still she prevails, bobbing her head up and down eagerly, even going as far to pull you closer.
"So good— you're so good for me, baby" you gasp, a strained moan coming out of your throat, feeling your release nearing.
You stood up, one hand on your desk and the other on the back of her head, your under garments fell completely as you ram your cock in her throat.
Sophia looks up at you, mascara running down her face, sucking even harder when she sees your mouth wide open, your face contorted into pleasure as sweat drips down your neck.
Air is ignored and your needs become a priority, her throat bulging because of your cock every time she downs you whole, her jaw growing sore and saliva drips down to her cheek.
Then you hold her head still, your body going rigid as you cum in her throat spurt after spurt, your breath caught in your lungs, slowly pulling your cock out of Sophia's mouth with shaky breaths.
"That's my good girl" you coo, stroking Sophia's cheek, wiping away her tears, admiring her messy state. "You did so well for me."
Sophia gasps, taking deep breaths as she holds you close, her head nuzzling to your hold. "Thank you— thank you so much, Ms. Y/n"
My laptop broke and it needs shit ton of money that I don't have especially as a working student dude like this year couldn't get much worse bro wth ☹️
