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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez walked down the empty corridor of the Capitol late at night. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor, the sound amplified in the stillness. She glanced at her phone, scrolling through the latest news updates. The screen showed 1:08 a.m., and the weight of a long day pulled at her shoulders.
Her lips pressed into a tight line as she read a tweet dissecting her latest interview about Nancy Mace. She thought about her sharp rebuttal, her steady gaze meeting the camera as she calmly dismantled the congresswoman’s talking points. The memory brought a flicker of satisfaction to her face, though it quickly faded into tired contemplation. These late-night battles of rhetoric came at a cost, even if they felt worth it.
She pushed through the door of the ladies' restroom, letting it swing shut behind her with a soft thud. Placing her leather tote bag and phone on the edge of the sink, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Stray hairs framed her face, and she smoothed them back, adjusting the neckline of her fitted dress. Her reflection felt like both a stranger and a friend. “ Alright, Alex ,” she muttered under her breath. “ Just another day at work .”
The sound of a toilet flushing startled her. She turned toward the stalls, suddenly hyper-aware of how empty the hallway had seemed moments ago. A pause . Then footsteps echoed against the tiles as a tall woman emerged from the stall.
“ Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez? ” the woman said, her voice a touch lower and huskier than Alexandria expected, though warm and friendly. The cadence—gentle yet unhurried—caught Alexandria’s attention immediately, and as her gaze swept over the woman, it clicked . Her sharp eyes caught the nuances in the woman’s features, her voice confirming what Alexandria instinctively knew: she was trans .
Alexandria’s smile didn’t waver, a warmth blooming behind her professional demeanor. “ Hi there ,” she said, her tone light, as if to set the woman at ease.
“ I… didn’t think I’d run into you here ,” the woman continued, stepping closer to the sinks. “ I’m—uh, I just want to say, thank you. For everything you’ve done for the trans community. It’s… it really means a lot .”
The sincerity in her tone softened Alexandria’s guarded posture. She tilted her head, her smile widening. “ That’s so kind of you to say. Really, thank you—for being here, for being yourself. It’s not easy in today’s climate, and you’re the ones making change possible .”
The woman nodded, a flush of emotion crossing her face. “ Your support makes it feel a little less lonely .”
Alexandria leaned one hand on the sink, genuinely engaged now. “ I mean it. Visibility, stories, voices like yours—it’s why I fight the way I do. So people feel seen. Supported. Like they’re not in this alone .”
The woman hesitated for a moment, then smiled again. “ I saw your interview earlier. About Nancy Mace? You were amazing. Sharp, poised, completely on point .”
Alexandria’s lips twitched upward, a mix of pride and amusement. “ Well, I try. It’s a team effort, though. Half the battle is staying calm while someone’s trying to bait you .”
“ You made her look like she didn’t know what hit her ,” the woman said, laughing softly. “ It was… impressive .”
Alexandria chuckled, brushing her hair back. “ You’re sweet. You might be inflating my ego a little, though .”
“ No, really. It was inspiring. To see someone call out hypocrisy like that—it gives people like me hope .”
The genuine admiration in her tone made Alexandria’s cheeks warm slightly. She rested her hand on the counter, tilting her head at the woman. “ You’re too kind. But I’ll admit—it felt good to get a little feisty .”
They shared a laugh, and for a moment, the exhaustion of the day seemed to fade. The woman’s gaze softened, her voice dropping slightly. “ Can I… can I give you a hug? Just to say thank you? ”
Alexandria hesitated only for a beat before stepping forward. “ Of course. Come here .”
The hug was firm, heartfelt, and immediate. Alexandria wrapped her arms around the woman, feeling the strength of her frame. A flicker of awareness crossed her mind—how the embrace felt different, unexpected . She brushed it off almost immediately, squeezing the woman tighter before pulling back. They stood close, smiling at one another, and when the woman’s eyes lingered on Alexandria’s lips for a moment too long, Alexandria noticed. A flicker of something—curiosity, maybe—passed through her before the woman leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to Alexandria’s.
Alexandria froze, her eyes wide in shock, her mind struggling to process as the woman’s lips pressed against hers. She pushed the woman back with a sharp shove, her palms trembling but firm as she steadied herself. Her voice cut through the air like a whip. “ What the hell is wrong with you? Who gave you the right to do that? ”
Her chest heaved as she glared at the woman, taking in her composed, almost amused demeanor. The slight smirk curling on her lips made Alexandria’s stomach twist—not with fear, but with anger. The kind of anger that had propelled her through Congress, on the debate stage, and into the streets. She had seen smug faces like this before. She knew what they meant.
“ I should’ve known ,” Alexandria muttered, her voice low, razor-edged as she took a step back. Her eyes flicked to the stranger’s face, her tone thick with contempt. “ You’re not a woman. You’re just a man dressed up as one .”
The smirk widened, but the man didn’t deny it. Instead, he folded his arms casually, leaning slightly against the sink, as though her words had amused him. “ And here I thought you’d be sharper than that, Congresswoman ,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “ Took you long enough .”
Alexandria’s nostrils flared, her shoulders squaring as indignation flared within her. “ Do you think this is a game? ” she barked, her voice filling the restroom, echoing off the tiles. “ I don’t care who you are or what you’re trying to pull. I can ruin you for this. I will ruin you for this .”
The man’s smirk turned into a low chuckle, the kind of sound that set her teeth on edge. “Oh, sure,” he drawled, taking a step forward. “ Big, powerful Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Always the hero, always the fighter. But you know what? You talk a big game, and that’s all it is—talk .”
Her pulse quickened as he closed the distance between them, but she didn’t flinch. Not yet. “ Get back ,” she warned, her voice steady and sharp despite the tremor she felt deep in her chest. “ This isn’t the kind of fight you’re going to win .”
“ Isn’t it? ” he sneered, moving faster than she expected. His hand gripped her arm, and in one swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her front against the cold wall. His weight loomed behind her, his breath hot against her ear.
Alexandria growled low in her throat, her breath coming fast as she tried to twist out of his grip, but his hold was firm and immovable. His body pressed against hers, the weight of him forcing her harder into the cold tiles. Her palms flattened against the wall, her muscles straining with effort. “ Get your hands off me ,” she snapped, her voice cold and cutting. “ You have no idea what kind of storm you’re bringing down on yourself .”
“ Shh ,” he whispered mockingly, leaning closer, his lips grazing her cheek as his breath ghosted along her skin. “ Save it, Congresswoman. No one’s here to hear your speeches .”
His hands slid downward, brushing against the hem of her skirt, and Alexandria’s body jolted with an instinctive shudder. A wave of revulsion crashed over her, tightening her throat and making her breath hitch. Her breaths came faster now, shallow and ragged, but her voice remained razor-sharp. “ Touch me again ,” she spat, venom dripping from her words, “ and I’ll make sure you don’t live long enough to regret it .”
She cringed as his mocking laughter filled the room, his words dripping with condescension. “ What’s the matter? All bark and no bite? ” he sneered. “ I thought you were tougher than this .”
His hand gripped the soft fabric of Alexandria’s skirt, yanking it high enough to bare her thighs, his knuckles grazing the smooth skin as her furious eyes burned into him. " You disgusting little man ," she spat, twisting against his hold, her tone dripping with venomous disdain. “ Do you think this makes you look strong? No, it makes you pathetic. Stop it right now, or I swear you’ll regret the day you crossed me .”
The silky waistband of her panties slid down her legs, the friction sending a shiver through her that she refused to acknowledge. She twisted her hips sharply, sneering at him. “ Figures. You couldn’t handle being a man without sneaking into spaces where you don’t belong. Cowardice is written all over you .” Her sharp words cut through the tension, but his smirk only deepened.
“ Belong? Sweetheart, I belong wherever I decide to be. And right now, that’s here—with you under me. Maybe next time, think twice before opening that pretty little mouth ,” he shot back, his voice low and taunting, the weight of his words pressing into her as heavily as his body.
Her threat was cut short as he shoved her down firmly, his hand pressing her hips into place while the engorged head of his cock pressed against her exposed ass. The heat of him burned against her skin, and her body stiffened, her breath caught between defiance and disbelief.
“ You’ll feel every inch of me, and there’s nothing you can do about it ,” he muttered, voice gravelly, and without waiting for her response, he pushed forward. Her asshole resisted at first, tight and unprepared, but his cockhead demanded entry, stretching her taut ring wider. He paused for a fraction of a second, savoring the incredible pressure, then pushed further, groaning deeply as inch after inch of his thick shaft disappeared into her tightness. Her walls clung to him, squeezing with a tension that made his teeth clench. She hissed, “ Oh, you’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you? Enjoy it while it lasts, because when I get free, you’ll be begging for my mercy .”
Her fists pounded against the surface in front of her, nails scraping as she snarled, “ You think this is how you win? This only shows how weak you really are—fuck! ” His cock slid out halfway before plunging back in, his hips moving in a way that left her shaking with every thrust. The wet slick of his spit mixed with the heat of her body, making his strokes smoother but no less impactful. Her voice broke into gasps as his pace quickened, each thrust stretching her in ways that made her toes curl despite herself. The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the air—wet, obscene—his cock dragging against her walls as he buried himself to the base again and again. The curve of his shaft pressed against places deep inside her, places that left her trembling and furious with every stroke.
“ Look at you ,” he growled, his hands clamping down on her hips as his cock filled her completely. “ All that fire, and yet your body’s reacting anyway .” His shaft dragged against the tight heat of her ass with every withdrawal, only to slam back into her, claiming her inch by inch. He twisted his hips slightly, grinding his cock deeper, the motion eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. She craned her neck to glare at him, her hair sticking to her damp forehead, and spat, “ Reacting? That’s your big win? Newsflash: involuntary reactions don’t make you a man .” She twisted futilely under his hold, her trembling voice betraying her fury. He smirked, leaning closer, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers curling possessively over her waist as he forced her onto him again and again.
“ You’ll remember this, Alexandria ,” he rasped against her ear. “ Every thrust, every stretch. You’ll remember how I made you feel .” His hips snapped forward harder, the wet slap of his balls against her skin punctuating his words. The impact sent jolts through her, her body jerking forward with each deep thrust. She let out a guttural cry, biting her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, her hands clawing at the surface as her composure wavered. His cock reached deeper with every movement, the constant stretch making her breath hitch. Her back arched instinctively, her traitorous body bending to meet him, her walls spasming around him with every powerful stroke.
“ Fuck you ,” she hissed, but her voice cracked as his cock reached deeper, filling her completely. “ You think this changes anything? You’re still nothing, a joke, a man so small he needs this to feel big .” He thrust faster now, his hips moving in a way that left her gasping and trembling. His cock pulsed inside her, every stroke teasing the edge of what she could take, her muscles clenching reflexively around him. She squirmed, her body fighting and betraying her resolve further, her back arching instinctively to take him deeper. “ You’ll regret this. I’ll make sure of it ,” she snarled, her voice trembling, but he just chuckled darkly, gripping her thighs to pull her back onto him, his cock driving deeper with every thrust.
Her walls clenched around him, resisting as her body shuddered with every movement, and he groaned, the sound low and guttural. “ You feel that, Alexandria? ” he growled, each word punctuated by another forceful thrust. “ That’s the sound of you losing .” His cock dragged against her in long, steady strokes before slamming back into her, his shaft stretching her inch by inch. She bared her teeth in defiance, but her breath hitched, her curses dissolving into gasps as his cock claimed her again and again. Her asshole stretched to accommodate his girth, her struggles weakening as he filled her entirely.
The tension built steadily, his hands gripping her harder, his cock driving into her at a pace that left no room for her protests. Her voice wavered as she gasped, “ You’ll never win. People like you always lose—oh, fuck! ” He cut her off with a sharp thrust, his shaft filling her completely, the friction building with every movement. His cock swelled as he buried himself deeper, his groans mixing with her broken cries. Her nails scraped furrows into the surface, her breaths coming in sharp, shallow bursts as his vigorous pace overwhelmed her entirely.
His pace shifted, the weight of his body pressing her harder into the surface as his hips snapped against her ass, the room echoing with the slick, obscene sound of his cock plunging into her over and over. His hands gripped her waist tightly, forcing her back onto him with every thrust, his length sinking deeper than before, the stretch more intense. Alexandria bit down hard on her lip, her nails clawing into the surface in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Her body trembled under the overwhelming onslaught, her muscles spasming involuntarily as he slammed into her, her asshole clenching around him no matter how much she tried to resist.
She let out a muffled sound—half snarl, half groan—her body betraying her in ways that made her jaw tighten in fury. Heat coiled low in her stomach, tension building despite her defiance, her walls fluttering around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper. She fought the rising wave, her body stiffening as she held her breath, but the final, brutal snap of his hips sent her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, sharp and undeniable, her body locking up and then shuddering with release. “ Goddamn it, no ,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her cry of pleasure a betrayal that made her hate herself as much as him.
He laughed, low and mocking, his hands tightening their grip on her hips as he kept pounding into her, his cock never slowing. “ There it is ,” he taunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “ All that righteous fury, all those threats—and here you are, coming around my cock like you were made for it. Guess that fire of yours burns out fast when you’re put to the test .”
His thrusts grew erratic, harder, and sharper as his release built. The thick length of him pulsed inside her, swelling as he pushed to the hilt one final time and groaned. The hot rush of his seed flooded her ass, his breath ragged against her ear as he ground himself deeper, ensuring every drop stayed inside. Alexandria snarled, twisting against him, her voice sharp with fury. “ You’ve taken what you wanted ,” she snapped, her voice hoarse but firm. “ So get out of me before I remind you what happens when you corner someone with nothing left to lose .”
He smirked, his breath hot against her neck as his hands slid up her sides. “ Done? ” he repeated mockingly. “ Oh, Alexandria. That’s adorable. I’m nowhere near done. You should’ve known by now—I take what I want. And right now, I’m taking all night .” His hips snapped forward again, driving his still-hard cock back into her with a force that made her gasp. “ So get comfortable, Congresswoman. We’ve barely started .”
Alexandria clenched her teeth, bracing herself as he resumed the punishing thrusts, the wet sound of him pounding into her filling the air once more. “ Keep it up ,” she growled, her voice low but deadly, “ because the moment I’m free, you’ll beg me to stop—and I won’t. When I’m through with you, you’ll be praying for a death I won’t let you have .”
But he only chuckled, his cock driving deeper as he ignored her words, the night stretching endlessly ahead of them.