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so… is it too much to ask for a pt 2 where yn makes Sophia pay for riling them up?👉👈 maybe edging her for every teasing message she sends 

OH WAIT they've got one more game right? I can see it going one of 3 ways:

a, they get so distracted they can't focus on the game. even the easy layouts they alw do / are known for, fumbled. any ball in thier hands? gone. cause too busy imagining how Sophia would sound under their hands 

b, they get so aggressive that they use the game to vent their energy. plays they normally wouldn't cause difficult / tires them out quickly. welp they've got energy to burn tdy (but ofc it isn't enough so they take it out on Sophia when they get to her)

c, they get so focused that they're dominating the game. like barely give the opp a chnace to score kind. like shooting insane shots that they normally wouldn't cause risky but they're playing to end the game NOW kind (and it's def affecting the team, like they pick up on the serious vibes and turn up the heat too. so like it exacerbates things and game goes even faster - maybe even set a record for fastest game / most points? 👀. Idk if you can even speed the game up but like do you see the vision?)

then then when they get to Sophia, they don't even wait. like the literal 1st flight back, regardless or prior plans (bonus if they borrow a friend's / claim a bet or smth, for someone's jet). they surprise Sophia - either stealing her away from wtv they're doing rn (cause ofc yn knows Sophia's schedule / can just ask the manager cause it's for a surprise - didn't say what kind😉) OR making preparations in thier bedroom 👀. (I'm not kinky enough to think of ideas but like if edging isn't enough, there's alw stuff like spanking / paddling / whips… okay I'm stopping horny brain b4 it gets any ideas)

basically the point is I wanna see yn teach Sophia a lesson abt teasing them (not that she'll learn. there's like a 90% chance she'll send anotehr teasing msg when they have to leave for smth - be it like anotger game or season / to get stuff. yn: immediately wants to go back)

…oops. I didn't expect it to get so long but uh hi, if you're accepting anons (and crash outs / horny ideas) can I be 😅? 

you've blessed me today with this ask 😅 anon. Welcome, make yourself at home. and thank you for this delicious idea...enjoy!

You've built quite a reputation for yourself in the league ever since getting picked first in your draft class. Doubts surrounded your name as they often do with first picks. Would you live up to the hype? Would you be a bust? Would you fit in? Would you be a winner or a loser? But there was no question about you now. You carved out a name for yourself amongst the very best in the world with nothing but pure grit and you wore that proudly on your chest.

Being the face of your team comes with many expectations. You weren't supposed to break. Everyone expected excellence from you; a perfect season, a perfect streak, a perfect game.

Tonight, however? You were a hot mess.

You fumbled what seemed to be the easiest pass of your life in the first quarter, something you hadn't really done since your rookie year because you don't make stupid mistakes like that. You've lost count of how many times you've dribbled the ball off your knee and you don't even want to get started on how many shots you've missed. Worst of all? It wasn't even halftime.

Your coach calls a time out, whispering an exasperated "What the hell's going on with you today?" to you before huddling with the rest of the team, leaving you to wallow in the pitiful performance you were displaying in front of your fans.

You know what's wrong. Sophia LaForteza is what's wrong.

Every time the ball's in your hands, you can't help but think of her. Every time you sprinted down for what should've a quick and simple fast break layup, you're thrown off by her moans in your head. Like a sick curse cast upon you because Sophia has you completely and utterly bewitched.

"You're benched for now." Your coach turns to you, giving you a rather harsh look. This was normal. Every one expected perfection from you after all. Who were you if not the star player?

You take a seat and try your hardest to clear your head, but nothing seems to work. The game goes on for what seemed like an eternity and all you wanted was to go back home and get your hands on Sophia.

You watch from the sidelines as your team fights to hold on without the presence of their star point guard. And even when you come back from the halftime break, you can't seem to find a good enough rhythm to truly get yourself going. So, after scoring a few points you bench yourself, deciding it was for the best of the team.

There was no saving face with how horrible you played today. And you were sure she was watching back at home because she never dared to miss one of your games.

You clench your hand around your water. All you can think about is payback.

Back in the locker room, you mutter a sad excuse to your team manager, something about a family emergency and how you needed to leave as soon as possible. Half of it was just you trying to get out of the post game conference. You could pay the fine later because you didn't feel like dealing with stupid questions about your performance today. Everyone seems to buy it. You never were one to skip out on these things or leave so unexpectedly.

You're on the next red-eye flight back home. You can't but pass out before take off, still feeling the weight of the game beat down on you. But after waking up, you're restless. You can't wait to get your hands on Sophia.

You don't text her anything. You don't let her know your back. You just settle back into your shared apartment, putting away your luggage, waiting for her to come back, which if you weren't mistaken would be in a few hours. So you rest up, deeming in absolutely important to be as rested as possible for what you had in mind for her.

You just can't wait to see her face- when she realizes what she set into motion with those pictures and recordings.

Sophia comes through the door as chirpy as ever, humming to herself, her practice bag in ger hand, guard completely down. But she's smart. She takes notice of the little changes in her surroundings that suggest someone other than her had been around. She flicks on the light to your room and sees you there, sprawled on the bed, and her body jolts back. "Baby? What are you doing here, I though-"

You cut her off, standing up quickly enough to cause her words to die on her tongue. You back her up slowly until her back meets the door. "What? You really thought you could fuck with me and I wouldn't drop everything to deal with you?"

She starts to smile slowly, that snug grin that tells you she knows exactly what she did.

You pin her against the door before she can even say anything else, your hands wrapped around her throat- you weren't choking her, just enough to control her. "You made me have one of the worst game of my career," You pull her in to growl in her ear. "And you think you're just gonna get away with it? Fuck no."

Her laugh is breathless against your ear. "You have no idea how good it felt...knowing everyone saw you playing so sloppy because of me." You squeeze. "Fuck- and I'd do it again." She whispers.

You let go, taking a hold of her elbow to yank her against you so fast, so hard, she stumbles into your lap. You bend her over properly and she giggles.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

That earns her the first smack. She gasps, hands searching around for something to ground herself with, but you feel her hips push back into you, needy "You're such a fucking brat." You deliver another sharp spank. "Sending me those things. Is this some kind of sick idea of yours? To watch me embarrass myself out there because of you?"

She's quiet.

You tangle your fingers in her dark hair and yank her head back that way she has no other choice but to look at you. "Answer me, Sophia."

She whines. "Yes, baby. I jus' wanted you to think about me. Jus' wanted to ruin you."

Your palm connects again and Sophia tenses up. "How selfish of you." You looked over to see her grinning, and that was all the permission you needed. You give her one last slap before shoving her underwear down and throwing her onto the bed, spreading her legs open and dropping to your knees in front of her dripping cunt. "You're so wet already. I guess this turns you on, huh?" you mutter, more to yourself before dragging your tongue over her clit.

The cry that followed was sharp. Like this was exactly what her body wanted after weeks of being apart from each other. Her thighs shook around your face as you licked her harder.

"Shit-" She moaned, pushing herself into your face. You pinned her hips in place, eating her out with a relentless fervor. Like you needed this as much as she did. It left Sophia gasping and mumbling incoherently, clutching onto your hair in order to regain at least a little more control over her own body. That all went out the window when you shoved two finger into her without warning. She arched off the bed, abs spasming uncontrollably as a strangled scream tore almost painfully from her throat.

You curled your fingers, reveling at the sight of her convulsing with each pump. "Bet you fucked yourself that night. Thinking of me. Couldn't wait for me to get back like the slut you are, huh?"

"Yes- yes, I was. I did," She admitted through her sobs, voice breaking. After putting you through hell, it sure was sweet making her pay for it. It was sweet wrecking her, watching her shake and beg.

Sophia tried to squirm away, the feeling of her mounting orgasm becoming too much, but you hooked your arm around one of her things and held her close to you. "No. You don't get to run away. Since you wanted my attention so bad. You got it."

"Please- I'm close," She cried.

"Yeah?" You pumped your fingers into her at a merciless pace, wanting to get her to that sweet edge. You wanted to see her face fall in the realization she wasn't gonna get what she wanted to without begging.

"Yes- fuck baby. 'm so close!" Her hips lift up, chasing every single inch of contact.

But right before she breaks, you pull away far enough so that she could feel your fingers linger just out of reach. You squash any attempt of chasing her orgasm and she whines.

"Beg for it." You mutter out.

"Oh for God's sake, Y/N. Please!" Sophia cries out, shoving her own hand between her things in an attempt to make quick work of herself but you trap her against the mattress. She looks at you with a look so broken it kills all the remaining bits of control in you. "please- please let me come, i need it baby, please-"

You smirked against her, going back to work and her whole body shatters around you in an instant. She comes screaming your name, a sound so beautiful it feels unfair you had to hear it through the speakers of your phone. She was sobbing and incoherent, hair stuck to her face, chest heaving. She looked perfect.

You pulled back. "Hope your happy, baby."

Her eyes flutter open, a defeated smile tugging at her lips. "Worth it," She whispered.

anon i sure you don't mind me making the reader a bball player. I've been looking for an excuse to write this...bc i need that

Sophia's a dangerous woman. She knows the effect she has on you and isn't shy to use it to her advantage, even if it's just to torment you. Especially when you're away for a long time.

You had practically passed out as soon you got to your hotel room. The exhaustion that clung to your bones was one you knew all too well. It felt like you were dragging the weight of the world on your shoulders. Like your bones were struggling to hold you up. After such a long stretch of games away from home, you wanted nothing more than to see your girl.

Between the endless flights, practices, early morning, and late games, you hate to admit it, but you've been very distant with Sophia. It's not like you wanted to, it's just sometimes you would be too tired to talk with her for more that a few minutes before you feel asleep during a call.

It's been hell. But it's something you both knew came with you being a professional athlete. Lots of sacrifices. The only thing pushing you forward is the fact that tomorrow was your last game. After that, you were on the first plane back home to Sophia.

Tonight had been a long night for Sophia. She had been watching today's interview, savoring just how good you looked with that after-game glow. You were too tired to act perfect, voice a little groggy, joggers hanging low, head thrown slightly back, giving her a great view of your neck. She hadn't even noticed her hand slithering down her body and into her own pants.

She's just missed you so much.

Before long, she's opening the message app, pressing on your icon and immediately pressing record. It's past eleven. You were halfway across the country and already asleep. And here she was, squirming and rutting against her fingers like an animal in heat, recording the sweet noises that spill from her lips all for you to hear in the morning.

She snaps some pictures, body illuminated by the nightlight next to her, and sends you a text before shutting her phone off, eager to see your reaction when you wake up. She loves to rile you up because she knows you'll make her pay for it when you come back.

And when you do finally wake up, you're met with 9 notifications from Sophia. You panic, thinking something had definitely happened but when you open them, you're shocked. What you're met with is filthy and it wakes you right up.

You press play on the first recording. She starts slow, whimpering how good you looked, how wet she was, how much she wanted your mouth on her. It cuts out shortly.

The picture shows everything yet not enough. She covers her body on most of them, giving you just a slight glimpse at what you most wanted. You could see the curve of her breast over the duvet covers, her collarbone, her abs, her things which glistened with her cum.

You fumble with your phone, pressing play on the second voice memo and as soon as you press do, you can't help but turn the volume down, afraid the people next door would hear. Sophia was full on moaning now, calling out your name in a way that had heat pooling between your own legs.

The last picture shows her hand between her thigs, her cunt just covered by the blanket's edge. She doesn't send you any videos. She wasn't gonna give you the satisfaction of watching her come. Under the picture one short, sweet message: "Can't wait for you to come back. <3"

me yapping about Sophia again. enjoy and excuse any errors

Sophia's always been so proud of all your accomplishments. This girl stays celebrating everything you do no matter how big or small.

She couldn't help but stare at you like you hung the stars in the sky as you excitedly rambled on about how your year was coming to an end and your grades were perfect and pristine like always. And how you would certainly be graduating with high honors. A picture perfect way to end your college career.

The days leading up to your graduation, Sophia wanted to make sure she spoiled you rotten. Picking you up from college with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, showing up during your lunch hour with your favorite sandwich order, drawing you hot baths every afternoon, buying you that expensive watch you'd been eyeing for the past few weeks and even getting you a sexy set of lace underwear, which according to her, was of "utmost importance" for what she had in mind.

So it didn't really come to you as a shock when one night, right before your last week, she tells you to get ready because she wanted to take you out to dinner. She'd given you so much already so you had tried to tell her she didn't have to. But Sophia just told you to get dressed and reminded you to put on the things she had gotten you. So, you follow orders and thrown on your best dress, which just happened to be Sophia's favorite. It hugged your figure so nicely, it left little to the imagination.

What you and Daniela have is toxic. You both know it. Yet, it seems like no matter what you do, you two always end up coming back to each other. After countless attempts of putting and end to it and failing, you've just given up.

Dani just knows you too well. She knows when to show up, when to press, when you're just about to let her slip away from your mind. She'll text you "miss you" like it's nothing. Something short and 'sweet' because she knows it'll leave you wanting more. And you hate how you you're already dressed when she calls you, voice coming through the line "I was bored. Figured I'd ruin your night." And you hate yourself because of how your hand shakes as you open your front door. It's almost supernatural. Like she gets a feeling when she's slipping from your mind.

Too bad for you, she knows exactly what your body wants. Whenever you try and talk to her, try and stop whatever it is you two have going on, she shuts you down with something like "No one knows you like i do, baby." and you flinch at the term of endearment because you know she doesn't mean it like that but it still makes your stupid heart stutter. She doesn't give you much time to think it over as she unbuckles your pants. And she smiles because you giving in just proves her point.

Your shaky voice. Your needy hips chasing her hands. She gets off on that. And you hate it turns you on this much because no one else compares to her. She fucks you so good, so rough, that you always end up forgetting whoever was trying to "treat you right".

She'll mock tf out of you with how desperate you are even when you're buried deep in her, rocking her hips, knowing you'll sit there like a good girl and just take it. She'll send you a "come over" text, expecting you to drop everything. Which you do. But you better answer fast. If not, she'll tease you with "Guess I'll find someone else to fuck."

You're her backup plan. You see her insta stories. You know she kisses other girls while drunk. She knows you see it. Wants you to. But whenever she feels lonely or just bored, she comes right back, with that same dangerous smile.

Sophia loves to humiliate you. She can't help it. Not when you get so flustered. But that's only fair with how perverted you could be sometimes.

She knew it from the beginning. She couldn't miss how your eyes would linger on her boobs no matter what she wore or how she would catch you looking at her ass whenever she would get up. But she makes sure to check you pretty quick, saying something like "what do you think of all day? Me sitting on your face or something? You're being pathetic." And sure, it might seem mean but she sees the bulge that forms in your pants almost instantly. You're into it.

She also forces you to beg for everything. You don’t get to touch unless you ask. And if you hesitate, she'll say something like “Speak up or I’m not going to fuck you.” The worst part is she doesn’t bluff. She's done it before. However she only does this because she loves using your thoughts against you. You think about grabbing her ass? She’ll shove your hand there and whisper, “Do it then. Since you want to be a creep so bad.” You think about being inside her? She’ll ride you until you’re begging her to stop.

But whenever she just wants to tease the shit out of you she'll say things that she knows will get you hard and desperate like “What’s wrong? Now you don't want to admit you think about bending me over every night?” because she knows the image that forms in your mind has your cock twitching. But that's only if you're lucky. Sometimes you try and put up a fight but she'll break you. “Look at you drooling. I bet you’re hard already, aren’t you?” she'll hiss out and if you try to cover yourself in shame she'll hold you down. “Liar.” But as long as you don't hide how wrecked you are she’ll soften and give you exactly what you want since you've always been the type to hesitate. But she loves when you finally say all you want to do is fuck her.

Dani's got that fierce confidence when racing. The same she has when dancing. Once she has it down, she's cocky as shit, calling up the most skilled to race against her until she's the best. It doesn't help that her mustang is such a bright red, always demanding attention like her. She cares for it like a child and makes sure the engine roars and rumbles loud enough that you feel it in your chest. Nothing like forcing everyone to give her their attention.

As a performer, she's a junkie for the adrenaline, so street racing is something she enjoys wholeheartedly. She's not reckless but sometimes she pulls off things that makes those watching hold their breath. Including you.

And don't even get me started on how smug she gets when she wins. She'll tear into her opponents and laugh at them. And she doesn't even wait to cross the finish line. She'll act like they're putting up a good fight only to blow right past them.

Omg and she's so sexy whenever someone tries to flirt with you. She knows the crowds can get very dense and sometimes she loses sight of you only to find one of her opponents trying to hit on you. She'll sneak up and kiss you for so long, they have no other choice but to leave. She makes sure to humiliate them in front of the crowd by giving them the nastiest ass beating, winning by the widest margin of the night.

Them reacting to you surprising them with an "eat me" tattoo

Sophia loves taking her time with you. That includes slowly stripping you clothes away and letting her lips wonder around and kiss every inch of your skin. Watching her inch her way down had you feeling jittery. It had been way too long since you two had seen each other, and you had kept the tattoo a secret all this time. When you see her look up, you know it's only a matter of time. She looks down to peel your panties down only to freeze once her eyes land on the tiny red words etched into your skin, right on top of he band of your underwear. Her finger immediately traces over and she wordlessly kisses it, leaving whatever little lip gloss she had right over it, causing the area to shine under the light of the lamp. She doesn't say much, but you don't miss the way her pupils blow out completely and she eats you out with a little more hunger than normal.

Manon is drunk off you. And a few shots, but mostly you. Her lips leave a messy trail off saliva behind as she practically rushes down your body. And your limbs tangle as you try and claw each others clothes off. She sinks to her knees, pulling your pants down and helping you out of them. Once she looks up to make work of your underwear she is face to face with the words, peaking from under the fabric. She slowly pulls the waistband down, and smirks as she gets a better view. "Shut up, you did not." She mutters out. "I did." And she breaks out on a fit of giggles, before kissing the letters, enjoying how you shudder. Yeah, she's definitely going to do this more often. "Fuck, you're so hot."

Dani had been busy for few days. She wanted nothing more than to be with you. But she had a problem. She could never contain herself when she was around you. That's how you found yourself on the receiving end of a barrage of hungry kisses and wandering hands, groping whatever skin she could get her hands on. It's all a blur really. And once she gets to the most awaited part, she's so focused on her goal of just eating you out that she completely miss the words in an angry shade of red just a few inches away from her field of vision. But you're not having any of that. You take a hold of her jaw and pull her up, so that she's eye level with the text. And it takes everything in her not to melt. The whine she lets out is pathetic. It's something than never fails to turn her on. It gives her the energy to go round after round bc who is she not to obey your orders?

Lara would probably find out during the worst time. That being in public. You two would be at the beach tanning and her eyes would land on the words almost by accident. what can she say, she was totally checking you out shamelessly. "Baby..." She whispers, moving your bikini out the way. "Are you serious?" For a moment it seems she's disappointed and you worry, but that all goes out the window when her eyes meet yours and your met with a look that almost makes you cover yourself up because Lara looks like she wants to eat you right then and there. Safe to say she drags you home and makes quick work of the instructions forever inked into your skin. And she finds it sooooooo hot. Like fuck. You've lost count how many dates have been cut short just because of those words.