Damn, I want Sophie Thatcher in almost illegal ways, because seriously I would do anything and everything for her😵💫
Like...ditch this guy and come be with me. I'd like to have a relaxing afternoon with her where we eat snacks, listen to old music on the record player, drink wine and smoke a good joint or a cigarette, I want even more to end this afternoon with lazy and sloppy sex on the couch.
But seriously, I could sit with her while we eat bruschetta, cheeses and other snacks that we prepared together while we gossiped, exchanged little kisses and soft caresses
Can you make a short fic and maybe a bot about it?
"as wine" 18+ sophie thatcher x reader note: omg i feel you anon i hope you'll like it character.ai and janitor.ai
“We've been watching this movie for the fifth time,” Sophie rolls her eyes theatrically and reaches for a glass of wine, taking a big sip, “have you ever heard of variety?”
“Have you ever heard what a classic is?” you nudge her lightly in the side and immediately turn away, breaking into a smile. You were carefully arranging fruits and cheeses on a plate to make a “chill evening”, as your girlfriend wanted.
“The classics are Marvin's room, not Mean girls,” she remarks and leans against the kitchen counter, immediately adding, to avoid a new argument, “mean girls is a slightly different classic. We have a different energy of the evening, baby.”
“That's right, I forgot that you are a great film critic,” you nod and involuntarily your eyes slide down her body from top to bottom, stopping at how her chest barely noticeable heaves when inhaling.
“My eyes are higher,” she reminds you with a grin, bringing you out of your trance and coming closer, wrapping her arm around your waist from behind, “and by the way, I don't need to be a film critic to look at Meryl Streep.”
You laugh softly and shake your head, but still lean closer to her, feeling her whole body pressing against you. She rubs her hips lightly against you and leaves a wet kiss on your neck, making you blush slightly.
“We're having a movie night, Sophie,” you raise an eyebrow and look over your shoulder at her, then take a piece of cheese and put it in her mouth. Her lips close around your fingers for a second and she smiles slyly.
“One thing doesn't interfere with the other,” she shrugs and picks up glasses with a bottle of wine, slowly heading towards the living room. You don't move for a while – just quietly watch her before picking up a plate of snacks and following her.
When was the last time you even had time for something so simple and peaceful? She's always at work, always on the road, which only makes you bite your lip in discontent. What else can you do?
You put the plate on the coffee table and feel how Sophie suddenly pulls you by the waist onto the sofa. Your lips part in a smile and you laugh softly, falling down next to her, and she immediately sprinkles gentle kisses on your neck.
“I missed you,” she whispers softly, her hand sliding over your skin, lifting your T-shirt up in a desperate desire to feel the heat of your body.
You don't resist and just get comfortable on the couch, your hands on her shoulders and you hold her closer to you. She grunts approvingly and covers your body with her own, her lips are insistent, and your breathing is erratic.
“I missed you too,” you finally find your voice and put your hand on her neck, pulling her to you and kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue intertwine with yours.
You suddenly realize how stuffy you are here, and your cheeks are flushed from the way her body rubs against yours. She lifts your T-shirt and then pulls away from the kiss, only to take your nipple between her lips. You shudder at the feeling, and your skin gets goosebumps from the tickling sensation.
“I like it when you walk around the house without a bra,” she laughs softly and her breath touches your hard nipple, her free hand playing with another one.
“Anything for you,” you chuckle in response and run your fingers through her blonde hair, guiding her back to your chest.
She doesn’t resist and opens her mouth slightly, sucking on a hardened nipple and forcing you to arch your back towards her. Your head rests against the armrest of the sofa and you hear the springs creak noticeably under you, but all this instantly becomes unimportant when Sophie pulls down your pants and her fingers slide to your most intimate part.
“Fuck,” you growl through your teeth when she starts rubbing your clit in circular movements. You push your hips towards her, and her motions get faster.
Just a little more... a couple of seconds and…
She suddenly pulls away when she notices that your body is starting to tense up, and your thighs are slightly shaking with excitement, which is about to cover you fully. You whine in protest, and look at her, noticing the sly smile on her face.
“Sophie!”
“Hush ... don't interfere,” she kisses you briefly on the lips and slowly presses her finger to your entrance, your walls obediently close around her, letting her inside and a moan breaks from your lips.
She moves slowly, teasing you and not letting you cum. Her free hand travels through your body, stroking your soft belly and slightly pressing on it, making you whimper with pleasure and impatience.
Finally, you feel how she lifts your hips a little and puts a pillow under you to make it more comfortable. Another finger enters and she buries her face between your legs, her tongue works with your clit in quick movements.
And at that moment, you can no longer restrain the moans that hit the walls of an empty apartment. You shift under her, pushing your hips to meet her, wanting to feel her even deeper, and your fingers close on her hair.
You literally squeeze her into you when that same pleasure rolls through your body, making your whole body tremble. You arch in your back, heavy sighs fill the space and your body burns as Sophie slowly takes her fingers out of you and pulls away.
“And you just wanted to watch a movie,” she giggles and licks her fingers, feeling the tart salty taste that is left from you.
“Shut up,” you're literally suffocating, and your body is still aching with excitement, but you still lift yourself up on your elbows to her. You pull her by the neck and kiss her, feeling her smile on your lips, “I think the Mean girls can wait another 20 minutes...”
