# hickey . sophia laforteza
summary. A simple clip of you talking about Katseye goes viral. It was cute that your favorite idols recognized you at the VMAs, but even cuter was that in that same bathroom, a certain Filipina marked you as hers.
content. smut, dom!sophia , sesbian lex, fingering, dirty talk, explicit language
You had never been the type to hide your tastes. On your Twitch channel, where you'd built a healthy army of 40,000 followers, you were known for being authentic to a fault: you said what you thought, laughed at your own jokes, and cried without shame. But there was one thing that, out of pure dignity, you tried to keep private.
Like your obsession with Katseye. Specifically, with Sophia.
It wasn't that you hid it completely. Your Sophia edits would pop up in your Twitter likes from time to time, and you had a sticker of her on your water bottle. But you'd never taken it further. Your fans had no idea about your crush on a certain Filipina.
That night, however, the chat became especially unbearable.
"Y/N REACT TO KATSEYE"
"M.I.A already out pleaseeeee"
"just one minute"
"I'll donate 50 bits if you watch the MV"
"SOPHIA LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA IN THIS CLIP, I SWEAR"
You sighed, resting your cheek on your fist as you pretended to consider the proposal. You'd been playing Valorant for two hours and had just lost a round in humiliating fashion. You needed a break, and the chat knew it.
"Okay, okay," you gave in at last, raising your hands in surrender. "But only because you're all a bunch of pests."
The chat exploded with heart emojis and green letters. You opened YouTube clumsily, trying to fake disinterest, even though your heart was already pounding with excitement. You typed "Katseye M.I.A" with fingers that trembled a little more than they should have.
The video loaded. The first notes played.
You settled into your chair, crossing one leg over the other. You nodded along to the beat, making technical comments about the production, the lighting, the wardrobe. Very professional. Very normal.
It was just a second. Sophia on top of the truck, on her knees, looking into the camera with that intensity that completely threw you off balance, her hair falling over one shoulder, her lips almost smiling. Nothing extraordinary.
Something between a muffled moan and a smile that unconsciously spread across your face. Your left hand, the one not on the mouse, instinctively went to your mouth.
"…wow," you said, and your voice came out an octave higher than usual. "I like… I like that… I mean the shot… yeah, I like that shot."
The chat was already a tsunami.
"SHE DIED"
"THAT SMILE SHE COULDN'T HIDE"
"Y/N YOU JUST OUTED YOURSELF"
"SOPHIA HAS HER CRAZY"
"CLIP CLIP CLIP"
You tried to regain your composure. You cleared your throat, took a sip of water, tried to look at the camera normally. But then Sophia appeared again, this time laughing in a behind-the-scenes clip they had intercut at the end of the video, and you simply… gave up.
"Okay," you said, letting your head fall against the back of your chair once the music video ended. "They're very good and beautiful… BEAUTIFUL, I mean… they're all very good artists, yeah."
The chat lost its mind. You did too, a little.
Within an hour, clips of your reaction were everywhere. Twitter, TikTok, Instagram. You watched the view count climb like foam and turned off your phone before you had a heart attack.
What you didn't know was that, on the other side of the screen, someone else had also seen the clips.
You couldn't recognize your own reflection.
Tonight were the VMAs, and Olivia Rodrigo, your friend of many years, had asked you to come as her date. It wasn't the first time you'd attended an event with her, but this one… this one was different. It was huge. The cameras, the flashes, famous people everywhere. You'd spent the previous night unable to sleep. But when the stylist Olivia sent finished fixing you up and you looked at yourself in the full-length mirror, all your nerves paused.
The dress was black, floor-length, with a side slit that went up to mid-thigh. Your back was completely exposed down to your lower back, closed with a delicate black velvet bow right where the curve of your spine began. The makeup was simple, the way you liked it, not too heavy. They left your hair down, with soft waves falling over your shoulders like a cascade.
You were gorgeous. And you knew it.
The limousine picked you up an hour later. The ride to the venue was short but long enough for your nerves to bloom again. Olivia sat beside you, radiant in a purple dress that fit her like a glove.
"You look gorgeous," Olivia said, admiring you from head to toe with a smile. "You're going to steal all my spotlight."
You laughed. And the limousine stopped.
The red carpet was a whirlwind of flashes and screams. Olivia held your hand, smiling at the cameras, and you stayed glued to her like a shadow. The cameras followed you almost as much as they followed Olivia. The flashes blinded you at times, but you kept smiling. There was something in the air that night, something electric, that made you feel light.
But you were completely unaware of what was happening just a few meters away.
Because on the other side of the carpet, near the main entrance of the venue, there were six eyes following your every move. All six of them. Katseye complete.
It was Lara who first looked up while adjusting her earrings. She recognized you instantly — the viral clip had gone around the world, and of course they had all seen it — and pointed you out with a slight tilt of her chin, saying nothing.
"Look," she said in a low voice. "It's the girl from the streams. The one who's in love with Sophia."
One by one, the others turned their heads to where she was pointing. And they froze.
Because in person, you were overwhelming. The screens didn't do you justice. Your skin glowed under the flashes with an impossible tone, your gaze had a depth no camera had managed to capture, and the way you walked was hypnotic. The black dress hugged you as if it had been sewn onto you.
"Oh my God," Megan murmured, not taking her eyes off you. "She looks way better than in the clip. Way better."
"She's absurd," Lara added, raising an eyebrow. "Sophia, did you know she was this hot in person? Because I didn't expect it."
Sophia said nothing. She couldn't. Because from the moment her eyes found you, the entire world shrank to you. The way you laughed at something Olivia said. The way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture so natural it felt intimate. The curve of your neck when you turned your head.
Sophia felt the air leave her lungs.
"She's freaking out," Manon said quietly, with a knowing smile, glancing at Sophia from the corner of her eye. "Look at the face she just made."
"Don't even start," Megan replied, crossing her arms. "Sophia, if you're not interested, I'm going to make my move. Because look at her…"
"Shut up," Sophia finally interrupted, her voice coming out rougher than she intended. She didn't take her eyes off you. She couldn't.
"I'm just saying," Megan added, raising her hands in peace, but with a huge smile, "that if you don't make a move, someone will. That girl isn't going to be alone for long, and…"
"Megan, enough," Lara intervened, though she was also smiling. "Let Sophia breathe."
"Sophia? Could you give us a sign that you're actually here with us?" Manon said through laughter, provoking giggles from the other four.
Sophia didn't respond. She just kept following you with her gaze as you disappeared into the sea of people, heading inside the venue. Behind her, Lara and Megan exchanged a knowing look. They knew their friend was done for.
You, meanwhile, kept walking, unaware that just a few meters away, five girls were holding back laughter as they watched the sixth look at you as if you were the only person in the room.
The ceremony had continued quietly. Some artists had performed, others had gone up to receive awards amid emotional speeches and flashes illuminating the stage. Olivia sat beside you, commenting on each performance in a low voice as if you were watching TV in her living room.
But you couldn't fully concentrate. Your gaze kept drifting to Katseye's table.
You needed to get out of there. Even if just for a minute.
"I'm going to the bathroom," you whispered to Olivia.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'll be right back."
You stood up carefully, adjusting your black dress, and walked across the room between tables and celebrities. Your heels made a soft sound against the carpet. The hallway leading to the bathrooms was empty.
You were distracted when your heel caught on the edge of the carpet. You felt yourself losing your balance, the world tilting to one side, a small gasp escaping your lips before you could do anything to stop it.
Two hands grabbed your waist with unexpected firmness, catching you just before you hit the ground. The contact was warm, secure, and suddenly you were much closer to someone than you had planned to be all night.
You looked up, your heart in your throat and your breath uneven.
And you found yourself staring into Sophia's dark eyes.
She was right in front of you, her hands still around your waist. Her expression was a mix of surprise and something else you couldn't name.
"Wow," she said, not letting you go, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. "Do you always enter bathrooms like this?"
Your brain took a couple of seconds to start working again.
"Sorry," you managed to say, your voice barely your own. "I tripped. The heel… the carpet… I didn't see you…"
"Don't worry," Sophia replied, and instead of letting go, her fingers pressed a little tighter against your waist, just a whisper of pressure. "Good thing I was here, right? You could have hurt yourself."
"Yeah," you swallowed. "Good thing."
"Wait," Sophia said in fake confusion, tilting her head. "I know you, don't I?"
Your heart skipped a beat.
"Yes," she insisted, and now her smile was open, almost teasing. "You're the girl from the clip. The M.I.A one."
You felt the heat rise up your neck and burn your entire cheeks.
"That wasn't…" you started, searching for words. "My followers blew it out of proportion, I just—"
Sophia raised an eyebrow, and her smile twisted slightly. She pressed her lips together, and for a moment she seemed to hesitate. Then she said, in a tone that tried to sound casual:
"Ah. So… you don't think I'm as beautiful as the clip says? What a disappointment."
The air got stuck in your throat.
"What? No," you answered too fast, too loud. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't say it, but…"
"I —" you interrupted her. "You are… I think you're… beautiful."
"That's it?" Sophia asked, and her whisper ran through your entire body. Her hands were still on your waist, and now she was slowly pulling you closer, inch by inch, until there was no space left between you. "Just beautiful? In the clip, you seemed to think something more than that."
"I-I —" you stammered, feeling the heat rise up your neck. Your back hit the cold bathroom wall.
"In the clip," she continued, and her mouth got close to your ear, her lips brushing your lobe, "you looked at me like you wanted to eat me."
"Because it was true," you said, clinging to her shoulders.
"Mmm," Sophia smiled. It was a slow, dangerous smile that drove you crazy. "And now? How are you looking at me now?"
"The same," you answered, and your voice came out lower than you wanted, rougher.
Sophia leaned in. Her mouth went down to your neck, and you felt her lips part against your skin. She didn't kiss. She just breathed. Her warm breath ran down your spine, making your hair stand on end, and you had to lean against the wall to not fall.
"Is it okay if I do this?" she asked against your neck. And you could only nod, feeling all the air leave your lungs.
Her mouth found your skin. The first kiss was soft, barely a brush. The second was a suction that made you moan, that made your hands clench. You felt the mark form, how it burned, how it was going to stay.
"Sophia… don't leave a mark," you managed to say, your voice coming out in a thread. "People will see…"
"Mmhm," Sophia said, and she didn't care. Her mouth went down to your collarbone, biting, sucking, leaving another mark. Your skin reddened under her lips, and you felt every beat of the blood pooling into the bruise.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Her mouth kept going down. She marked your shoulder, the curve of your chest, the top of your bust where the dress started to give way. Her hands found the zipper of your dress and pulled it down slowly, centimeter by centimeter, exposing the warm skin underneath.
"So beautiful," she murmured, her voice rough. "I was going crazy watching you out there, not being able to do anything."
The dress fell, and Sophia stood there for a moment, looking at you. Her eyes traveled down your naked body with a torturous slowness, as if she was trying to memorize every one of your curves: your breasts, your stomach, the line of your underwear, your trembling thighs.
"You know how many times I imagined this?" she said, her voice barely a thread. "I couldn't get you out of my head since I saw that clip."
"Sophia, please," you whimpered.
Sophia smiled. It was a triumphant smile. And she kept going, marking one of your breasts, going down to your abdomen, ending up on her knees right where you needed her. Her hand went down to your crotch. The fabric of your underwear was soaked, and she felt it. Her fingers pressed lightly, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning.
"You're already so wet," she said.
She pulled down your underwear. The fabric fell to your ankles, and the cool bathroom air hit your bare skin. Your knees trembled seeing her like that, looking up at you with that hungry gaze.
"Open your legs for me," she ordered, placing her hands on the inside of your thighs.
You obeyed. Her mouth found your center, and the first contact of her tongue was electric. It wasn't soft, it wasn't slow. It was hungry, desperate, as if she'd been waiting weeks for this moment. Her tongue moved in circles around your clit, sucking, licking, barely biting.
"Sophia, that feels so good, God," you moaned, and your hands grabbed her hair, starting to move your hips.
"Just like that," she said against your skin. "Use my face."
Her tongue went down to your entrance, went in slowly, and you felt it move inside you, exploring every fold, every corner. She sucked your wetness like it was the only thing she wanted to taste in her life.
She pushed two fingers inside you, slowly, making you feel each knuckle, each centimeter. Your inner walls clenched around them, adapting to their size, and she waited a moment, feeling you pulse around her.
"Shit," she murmured, her voice vibrating against your clit. "So tight. The way you squeeze me."
She started moving them, each thrust accompanied by a circle of her tongue around your clit. The sound was obscene, wet, mixing with your moans and her ragged breathing.
"There, right there, please don't stop, don't stop, I'm so close," you moaned.
"Mmm, so bossy," she said and sped up the rhythm.
Her fingers moved faster inside you, going in and out with an intensity that blurred your vision. Her tongue didn't stop, sucking, licking, pressing right where you needed it most. The combination was too much. The orgasm started building in your belly, slow at first, then faster, closer and closer.
"Come for me," she said. "Come now. I want to taste all of it."
"Come, you fucking brat. Come."
The words hit you like a wave. The orgasm ran through your entire body, shaking you against the wall, making your legs buckle and your scream get muffled in your arm. You clenched around her fingers with a force that made her moan, that made her bury her face deeper between your legs. Sophia didn't stop. She kept moving her fingers, her tongue, lengthening every contraction, taking you higher. You felt yourself come and come, how you couldn't stop, how every time you thought it was over, a new wave shook you completely.
"Like that," Sophia said against your skin, her voice a pant. "That's how I want you. A mess. All wet for me."
When the orgasm finally subsided, you were left breathless. Your head fell forward, resting against the wall, and you felt Sophia stand up slowly, her hands going up your thighs, your stomach, your breasts.
"You're a mess," she said, and there was pride in her voice.
"I know. You look beautiful."
She kissed you. Her mouth tasted like you, and that made you moan again. When she pulled away, she fixed your dress, pulled up your zipper, wiped your tears with her thumb.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice low, soft, completely different from the one she'd used minutes before.
"Yes," you answered, the word coming out rough, broken.
"No," you said, and smiled. "It was perfect."
Sophia smiled from ear to ear and leaned in again, giving you another kiss, but this one slower, sweeter, while her hands gently went to your cheeks, caressing them.
You looked at each other for a second. Two. Then Sophia sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Shall we go?" she asked. "The girls are going to kill me if I don't get back soon."
And you left the bathroom as if nothing had happened, as if five minutes ago Sophia hadn't been on her knees between your legs, as if five minutes ago you hadn't had the best orgasm of your life.
"Can we see each other again?" Sophia asked shyly, stopping you for a second in the hallway.
"That's obvious, silly." Sophia smiled. She kissed your forehead and disappeared into the crowd. You went back to Olivia's table, and she looked at you with a mischievous smile.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"Everything okay," you lied, and your smile wouldn't go away.
At Katseye's table, Sophia got an elbow from Megan.
"I got her number," Sophia said, and her smile was just as wide as yours.
"Liar," Manon said, pointing at Sophia's neck.
Sophia brought her hand to her neck. The marks from your nails were there, visible, unmistakable. "Shut up," she said, and blushed.
saeza notes. soooo… I didn't like this one at all. I feel like it's shit. But my brain is fried, and I swear I did the best I could. Sorry if it's shit again
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