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starbluekindo · 3 months ago

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the party & the after party

warning: sofia falcone(gigante) x reader, slight sexual tension i think, mention of cigarettes and alcohol, a little suggestive, sofia a little possessive???, unspecified timeline

a/n: not reviewed

the music reverberated through the walls, muffled enough to be a background, but loud enough to envelop you. the apartment was dimly lit, the contours of the space distorted by the light haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air and the neon glow from outside. you could barely focus on anything other than the sensation of being under sofia’s gaze.

she was leaning against the doorframe, watching your every move with an intensity that made your whole body ignite. the whiskey glass in her hand was nearly empty, but sofia seemed indifferent to the liquid. her true addiction at that moment was you. her eyes devoured you, and you felt every inch of your skin burn under the weight of her presence.

it was as if the entire world outside didn’t exist. just the two of you, wrapped in that heavy atmosphere, as if you were trapped in a bubble of repressed desires and tensions that never went away.

"enjoying the party?" her voice was low, but each word seemed to pierce the silence between you. sofia moved away from the door, crossing the room slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. there was something predatory in the way she moved, feline and calculated, as if she was measuring the exact time to strike.

you nodded, unable to find the right words. there was something between you that always exploded on nights like this. it wasn’t just the alcohol, or the smoke, or the music. it was the tension of everything that was never said, of everything hidden behind prolonged glances and unspoken touches. every time you met, it was as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall.

sofia stopped in front of you, the heat of her body so close that you felt like you were about to melt. she ran her finger along your arm, gentle as a breeze, but the simple touch was electrifying. she knew exactly what she was doing.

"i know what you want," sofia whispered, her eyes locked on yours, so close you could see the reflection of the lights dancing in her irises. "but tell me, do you still want it?"

the question hung in the air. you felt the weight of everything it implied. sofia was never the type to ask simple questions. not with you. there was always depth in her words, something that provoked and challenged. a test.

before you could answer, sofia leaned in, her lips dangerously close to yours. "show me," she said, almost like a command, and then she stepped back, leaving an empty space between you, as if inviting you to follow.

the music shifted at that exact moment, a slow, seductive beat that seemed to match the mood of the room perfectly. you could feel the anticipation in the air, almost tangible. there was always this dance between you — who would give in first, who would take control. and you knew that, no matter how it played out, sofia always ended up in control.

you moved closer slowly, your breath heavy, feeling the tension rise. sofia watched your every step with a satisfied smile, her eyes heavy with an unspoken promise. when you were finally close enough, she reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw before pulling your face toward her.

"you're my addiction, you know that?" sofia murmured against your lips, her touch gentle but charged with raw energy. "i could spend the rest of my life here, with you. let the rest of the world sink. as long as you're here, with me."

there was a possessiveness in her words, an intensity you had always known existed but never fully got used to. she was gotham’s queen, powerful and dangerous, but with you, sofia shed all her armor and revealed something deeper. something that only the two of you shared.

the music kept pulsing, and the space between you vanished. when sofia’s lips finally touched yours, it was like a collision. the need was almost suffocating, as if she had been holding that moment back for so long that now she couldn’t contain it anymore. you knew that behind that kiss was all the anger, the frustration, and the desire to be seen, acknowledged, loved.

and you responded, sinking into sofia’s heat, knowing that this night, like so many others, would be consumed by this cycle of wanting and being wanted in return.

sofia's kiss deepened, growing more urgent with every second, as if all the time you had spent apart, all the frustration, the longing, had condensed into this one moment. her hands slid up your arms, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer with a kind of desperation that you could feel radiating off her. there was no space left between you, no room for second thoughts or hesitation. just you and sofia, the heat of her body, the rhythm of her breath, and the weight of everything unsaid.

when she finally pulled back, her lips hovered just above yours, her breath warm on your skin. her eyes locked onto yours, dark and searching, as if trying to read your soul. “i don’t care what anyone says," sofia murmured, her voice rough and low, still filled with that same intensity. "i don’t care about gotham, about my father’s legacy, or whatever else is going on out there. all i care about is you."

her words sent a shiver down your spine. there was something terrifying and exhilarating in the way sofia spoke— like she would set the entire city on fire if it meant keeping you close. you’d always known how fiercely she loved, how obsessively she could hold on to the things that mattered to her. and right now, that thing was you.

her fingers slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly as if anchoring herself to you. “do you understand?” she whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “you’re the only thing keeping me from losing it. from losing myself.”

the weight of her confession hit you hard. you had always been aware of how complicated sofia’s world was, how much pressure she was under, with her father’s shadow constantly looming over her and the city’s criminal underworld at her heels. but hearing her say it—hearing how much you meant to her—felt different. it felt dangerous.

but also… intoxicating.

your hand slid up her arm, feeling the tension in her muscles as you rested it on her shoulder, grounding her in your touch. you couldn’t deny the pull between you, the way your worlds seemed to collide every time you were together, like magnets constantly drawn back despite everything. despite the chaos, the violence, the darkness that surrounded sofia, you wanted her. and in this moment, you realized how much you were willing to give to keep her grounded.

“i’m here,” you whispered softly, your fingers threading into her hair as you met her gaze. "i’m not going anywhere."

sofia exhaled deeply, her grip on you relaxing slightly, but you could feel the intensity still coiling beneath her surface, like a storm that had been momentarily calmed but never fully dissipated. her lips ghosted over your jaw, trailing down your neck, as if she needed to remind herself that you were real, that you were hers.

the pulse of the music in the background seemed to slow, matching the rhythm of your heartbeat as sofia’s touch grew more deliberate, more measured. there was a possessiveness to it, but also something vulnerable, like she was afraid of losing you, like she had waited too long for this moment and now couldn’t bear the thought of you slipping through her fingers.

“i missed you,” sofia confessed against your skin, her voice barely audible over the music. “i hate how much i missed you.”

you felt her words sink into you, the rawness of her confession pulling you even closer. it wasn’t just about physical distance. sofia missed what you gave her— something real, something that grounded her in a world where everything else felt chaotic and unstable.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her against you, as if by holding her tight enough you could shield her from everything outside. for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. not the city, not the threats lurking in the shadows, not even carmine falcone or the expectations weighing on both of you.

just this.

sofia’s lips found yours again, slower this time, less urgent but still filled with that same need. she kissed you like she was memorizing the taste of you, as if you were her anchor, her refuge from the madness that was gotham.

and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself surrender completely. you kissed her back with the same intensity, pouring everything you felt into that moment. the tension, the longing, the unspoken words— they all melted into that kiss.

when sofia finally pulled away, her forehead still resting against yours, she let out a soft, almost reluctant sigh. “i should go,” she muttered, though her hands were still gripping you like she had no intention of leaving.

but you both knew what would come after the party. the realities waiting outside the apartment— her world, your world, colliding in ways that couldn’t be ignored forever.

you shook your head, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “not yet,” you whispered. “stay a little longer.”

sofia’s smile was small but real, and for the first time that night, she looked at peace. she leaned into your touch, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “for you? always.”

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