PAIRING. wife!sophia laforteza x masc!reader
A/N: i don’t have a synopsis for this idk what to write and how to word it help
sophia had been extremely irritated in the morning, slamming drawers, sighing dramatically, muttering absolute nonsense. and now, as you buttoned your dress shirt and adjusted your glasses in the mirror, sophia was pacing behind you.
"i hate this," sophia groaned for the tenth time. “why do we have to go to this dinner? i'm exhausted, my feet already hurt, and i don’t want people asking me stupid questions about this project.”
"baby.." you exhaled, smoothing your hair, "we've talked about this. it's important." sophia ignored you, arms crossed, glossy pink lips twisted into a pout. "i'm in a bad mood. they should cancel it on account of me." you closed your eyes, counting to three. you adored your wife, every dramatic sigh included. but patience had limits, the car ride was even worse.
sophia slumped in her seat, kicking lightly at the floor. “ugh. it's cold. this dress is too tight. i don't even like these people. why couldn't we just stay home and watch something? why—"
“sophia.” your jaw clenched in irritation. "please. enough."
she rolled her eyes and looked out the window, clearly not done. by the time you two reached the restaurant, you felt like she deserved a medal. both of you greeted investors and family, slid into velvet chairs, conversation flowing easily.. at least for you.
sophia, however, was a silent storm beside her, tugging at your pant leg under the table like a stubborn child. "pleaseee" sophia whispered, nails dragging over the fabric. "i want to leave.. this is literal torture. i’m gonna freaking die here. is this your plan? do you want me to die?" you leaned in, voice low, smile still polite. "if you don't behave in the next five minutes, i'll have you wishing you did. now shut up and sit still."
sophia's eyes widened. she pulled her hand back, spine straightening, lips parted in offended silence. then, of course she pushed her chair back and walked away without saying a word. you closed your eyes. "excuse me" you said to the table, offering a tight smile. "i'II check on my wife." you found sophia in the bathroom, pacing again. the second you shut and locked the door, sophia spun around. "great!" she snapped. "you've come to lecture me even more—"
obviously you didn't let her finish. you grabbed sophia by the neck. firm, controlled and kissed her. all impatience, heat and pent-up restraint. she gasped, then melted, kissing back like she'd been starving.
her hands clutched onto your shirt, pulling you closer, desperate. you stopped abruptly, breathing steady, eyes sharp behind her glasses. sophia tried to follow, fingers clawing at her waist. “what?" you murmured, head tilted. "are you gonna complain now that i'm not kissing you?" sophia's shoulders dropped, pout gone, replaced with something wrecked and wanting. she whimpered. small, needy, wordless.
you smirked. “baby please..' she pleaded. just as sophia was about to beg, she felt firm hands grip onto her thighs. she felt the cold counter beneath her thighs as you bunched up her dress. sophia looked down watching where your hands would move next.
you leaned in, your lips grazing sophia’s. “let's hear less complaining and more begging, hm?" your hand slowly reached her inner thighs, moving exactly where sophia needed you, but your hand stopped, just above. "here princess?" you teased. “noo, higher please." she whispered desperately. you suddenly moved your hand higher but not just yet there.
“what about here?” sophia sighed frustrated, "please higher." you finally reached the spot sophia so desperately wanted. sophia’s breathless as your hand moves slow then abruptly increases. “yes!—please more."
sophia begs as her hips meet your hand. you grab her throat and pull her closer to your lips, "thats right, beg for me. beg for this." just as sophia is about to finish, a knock at the door stops you two. you move away leaving with one last suffocating kiss,
"complain one more time and i’ll leave you here, needy.”