shifting to lose my v-card and be a socially acceptable slut 🥹✌️
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i was so in the zone lifting and i decided to check my phone instead of people watching and damn near screamed because i saw a canvas notification
almost got 20 pounds to the head
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day 3; was at disney from opening to closing, jessica rabbit i’m a huge fan, hit rise of the resistance and the millennium falcon twice but now our power is out in thw airbnb??
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Being white-passing is so fucking embarrassing at times any time I mention my indigenous identity I feel like those millennial/gen X women that calls themselves a Cherokee princess for being like 1/80 Native American
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tfw u lowkey in a depressive episode and u can’t really talk to anyone about it 😂🔥
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↬ Loser’s luck — Four.
-> pair ; sophia laforteza x g!p!reader
-> synopsis ; meeting sophia’s parents and a bit quickie in her bedroom.
-> tags ; short smut. blowjob. fluff.
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You’d been dating Sophia for almost three months now, and things were… good. Really good.
Its been the usual—her waiting at your locker after dance practice, you driving her home, weekends spent mostly at her place since her parents were often out.
But you’d never actually met them.
Sophia always brushed it off with a casual ‘they’re super busy’ or ‘they’re out of town again,’ and you never pushed. You figured when the time was right, it would happen.
The time came on a random Thursday.
You were at her house after school, sprawled on her bed doing homework while she changed out of her practice clothes. She came out of the bathroom in shorts and an oversized hoodie (yours, naturally), phone in hand, and flopped down next to you.
“So,” she said, a little too casually, “my parents are home tonight. And they want to have dinner. With us.”
You froze, pencil hovering over your physics worksheet. “Like… meet me?”
She nodded, biting her lip to hide a smile. “Yeah. They’ve been asking about ‘the girl I’m always with.’ I showed them a picture from that party, and Mom was like, ‘She’s cute, bring her for dinner.’”
Your stomach flipped. “Soph… I’m not… I don’t do parents.”
She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “You’ll be fine. They’re chill. Dad’s a chef, always cooking. Mom’s into music and charity stuff. They’re not gonna grill you or anything.”
You groaned, dropping your head back on the pillow. “What if they hate me? I’m literally the opposite of every girl—guy—person—they probably imagined you with!”
Sophia laughed, climbing on top of you, straddling your waist. “They’re gonna love you. Because I love you.”
You blinked up at her. She said it so easily, like it wasn’t a big deal, but it was the first time.
“You… what?”
She realized what slipped out, cheeks going pink, but she didn’t back down. “I love you, dummy. Obviously.”
Your heart did something stupid. You pulled her down into a kiss. Soft, slow, full of everything you couldn’t say yet.
When you pulled back, she was smiling. “So you’ll come to dinner?”
You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if it goes bad, you owe me.” She grinned. “Bet.”
Dinner was at 7.
You went home first to change—out of the mario kart shirt and sweatpants into something nicer—black button-up, dark jeans, hair actually brushed for once. You even borrowed your mom’s car instead of your beat-up Civic.
When you pulled up to Sophia’s house, your palms were sweaty on the steering wheel.
Sophia met you at the door before you could knock, pulling you inside with a quick kiss. “You look hot,” she whispered. “Stop stressing.”
Easy for her to say.
Her parents were in the kitchen.
Her mom was elegant, dark hair like Sophia’s, wearing a silk blouse and smiling warmly. Her dad is taller, glasses, stirring something on the stove while checking his phone.
“Mom, Dad. This is my girlfriend,” Sophia said, arm looping through yours proudly.
Her mom wiped her hands on a towel and came over for a hug. ”So nice to finally meet you. Sophia talks about you all the time.”
You managed a smile, hugging back awkwardly. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Laforteza.”
“Call me Carla.”
Her dad looked up from the stove, gave you a once-over, then a nod and a smile. “Hey, kid. I’m Godfrey. Hope you like pasta.”
“Love it,” you said, voice only cracking a little.
Dinner was… surprisingly normal.
They’d made homemade fettuccine with pesto, salad, garlic bread. You sat next to Sophia at the island, her hand on your knee under the counter when you got nervous.
Conversation started light, about school, college plans (you both wanted out-of-state), dance team (her mom asked about competitions). Then her dad asked about your interests.
“So Sophia says you’re into racing?” he said, pouring you more water.
You nodded, relaxing a fraction. “Yeah. It was first from video games but i found real life racing more interesting.”
That opened the floodgates—in a good way. Her dad was into cars too, apparently, and you ended up talking about the current championship standings,
the new regs for next year, even arguing good-naturedly about whether Red Bull would dominate again.
Sophia watched you with this soft smile, squeezing your hand under the table.
Her mom asked about your family, your classes, how you two met ‘this nerd carried me on our Lit project,’ Sophia said, smirking. You blushed, but they laughed.
By dessert (tiramisu her mom made from scratch), you were actually enjoying yourself.
Her dad leaned back, wiping his mouth. “You know, we were a little worried when Sophia started spending all her time with someone new. But you seem like a good kid. Polite. Smart. Treats our daughter right.”
You swallowed. “I… try to.”
Sophia’s mom smiled. “We can tell.”
After dinner, her parents cleaned up while Sophia dragged you upstairs ‘to show you something.’
The second her bedroom door closed, she pushed you against it, kissing you hard.
“You were perfect,” she whispered, hands sliding up your chest. “They love you.”
You laughed breathlessly. “I was terrified.”
“I know. It was cute.” She nipped your bottom lip. “Now I’m gonna reward you for surviving my parents.” Then her hands went under your shirt.
“Quickie?” she whispered, lips brushing your ear, voice low and teasing. You laughed nervously, glancing at the door. “Don’t be insane, Fia… your parents are literally downstairs.”
She pressed closer, hips pinning yours. “Come on,” she murmured, fingers already working the button of your jeans. “They won’t know if you keep it down…”
Her hand slipped inside before you could protest, tugging your jeans and boxers down just enough, cool air hitting your skin. You were already half-hard from the way she’d been touching your thigh under the dinner table all night, stealing glances and squeezing when her parents weren’t looking.
“Soph—” you started, but it turned into a sharp inhale when she dropped to her knees right there on the carpet.
She looked up at you, biting her lip, eyes wicked. “Shh. Be a good girl and stay quiet.”
Her hand wrapped around you first—firm, slow strokes that had your hips twitching forward immediately. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the tip, tasting the bead of precum already there, humming softly like she’d been craving it.
Then she took you into her mouth.
Hot, wet, perfect. She sank down halfway on the first go, lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.
Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, swirling every time she pulled back, hand twisting at the base in rhythm.
You groaned low, one hand flying to her hair, the other gripping the edge of the bed to stay upright. She bobbed slow at first, teasing, eyes locked on yours the whole time—watching every reaction, every time your breath hitched or your thighs tensed.
She took you deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed your stomach, holding there for a second before pulling back with a soft gag that made your cock twitch hard against her tongue.
Spit slicked her lips, dripping down your shaft, making every stroke of her hand messy and loud in the quiet room.
You could hear her parents’ voices faintly downstairs—something about a show they were watching—and it only made it hotter, the risk twisting in your gut.
Sophia sped up, sucking harder, hand pumping fast and tight, tongue flicking relentlessly under the head. She moaned around you quietly, the vibration shooting straight through you, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub herself through her leggings.
“Fuck… Fia…” you whispered, voice strained, trying so hard to stay quiet.
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Come in my mouth.”
Then she dove back down, taking you to the back of her throat again and again, relentless, until your hips were jerking and you couldn’t hold back.
You came hard, groaning as quietly as you could, pulsing thick down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking you with her mouth and hand until you were shaking and oversensitive, tugging gently at her hair to pull her off.
She stood up slow, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking like she’d won something.
You pulled her into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue, hands gripping her ass hard.
Downstairs, the TV volume went up a little—her parents completely oblivious. Sophia laughed softly against your lips.
“Told you they wouldn’t know.”
You shook your head, still breathless. “You’re gonna get us caught one day.” She grinned, nipping your bottom lip.
“Trust me, i won’t.”
You tugged your pants back up fast, heart still racing from the quickie blowjob Sophia had just given you upstairs.
She stood up with that satisfied smirk, then fixed her hair in the mirror.
“Ready?” she asked, voice innocent, like she hadn’t just had you down her throat five minutes ago.
You exhaled shakily, buttoning your shirt. “You’re evil.”
She grinned, linking her arm through yours. “That’s why you kove me.”
You followed her downstairs, trying to look casual. The TV was on in the living room, some cooking show rerun, volume low. Her parents were on the couch, her mom curled up with a glass of wine, her dad scrolling on his iPad.
They looked up when you came in.
“There you are,” her mom said, smiling. “We thought you two got lost.”
Sophia plopped down on the loveseat, pulling you with her so you were half in her lap. “Just showing her that old photo album from my awkward phase.”
Her dad chuckled. “The braces years? Poor kid.”
You laughed, relaxing a little as you settled next to her. Sophia’s hand found yours immediately, fingers lacing together on your thigh.
Her mom tilted her head. “So, how long have you two been together now? Sophia’s been pretty vague on details.”
“Almost three months,” Sophia answered before you could, squeezing your hand. “Feels longer though.”
Her dad raised an eyebrow. “Three months and we’re just meeting now?”
Sophia shrugged, casual. “You’re always traveling. And I wanted to make sure it was real before I brought her home.”
Her mom’s eyes softened. “And is it?”
Sophia looked at you, smile small and genuine. “Yeah. It is.”
You felt your face heat up, but you squeezed her hand back.
Her dad nodded approvingly. “Good. You seem happy, Soph. That’s all we care about.”
The conversation drifted easily after that—her mom asking about your college apps (you both wanted out-of-state, maybe California or New York), her dad bringing up racing again and asking your predictions for the next season.
You actually got into it, debating driver lineups while Sophia watched with that fond look, her thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand.
At one point, her mom got up to refill her wine and paused by the loveseat, leaning down to kiss the top of Sophia’s head.
“I like her,” she said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. “She’s good for you.”
Sophia smiled up at her. “I know.”
When her mom walked away, Sophia leaned into your side, head on your shoulder.
Her dad glanced over during a commercial. “You staying for a bit? We’re about to start a movie if you two want to join.”
You looked at Sophia. She raised an eyebrow: your call.
“Yeah,” you said. “We’d like that.”
Sophia’s smile was worth every second of earlier nerves.
You settled in properly. Her curled against your side, legs thrown over your lap, her parents on the other couch. The movie started—some old rom-com her mom picked—and halfway through, Sophia’s hand slipped under the throw blanket draped over you both, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh.
You shot her a warning look.
She just smirked and mouthed, “Be quiet.”
The night ended with her parents saying goodnight around 11, telling you you were welcome anytime. You helped Sophia lock up, then she dragged you back upstairs with a grin.
“Told you they’d love you,” she said, pushing you onto the bed again.
You pulled her down with you. “Yeah. You were right.” She kissed you slow, soft this time.
“Stay over?”
You nodded. “Since you said it like that…” She laughed, nuzzling into your neck.
And just like that, meeting the parents went from terrifying to… perfect.
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Loser’s luck.
-> Loser’s Luck is a series where the quiet, awkward ‘loser’ reader gets paired with popular girl, Sophia Laforteza, for a project. From texts lead to a weekend hookup with intense sex. (G!p reader)
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L.L masterlist ;
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one. (smut)
two. (short)
three. (smut)
four. (short smut and fluff)
five. (smut)
six. (smut)
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