not me thinking: sUNA WOULD HATE FUCK YOU SO GREAT !!!
just: he hates you, he does! why do you always call him out when he’s slacking off on practice? god, why did you have to be their manager? he hates you, glares at you, he usually doesn’t talk much but when it comes to you, he will keep making snarky comments! but you dont back down, you snap at him back! you hate him too! him and his pretty green eyes that always narrows at you, him and his snarky snarky remarks at you, him and the way his torso moves when—no wait, what? but then you guys finally had enough of each other !!! he thinks, you are so infuriating! and for what? so picture this: you’re fighting again, so much venom on each other’s words you dont even notice you’re both so close to each other already! oh but he says something that just does it. maybe it’s along the lines of, “you just cant admit that you’re actually a whore for me” the way your cheeks flushed and you press your thighs together doesn’t go unnoticed by him and YOU SLAP HIM!!! the next thing you know he’s kissing you so roughly, you can FEEL all his pent up frustration on you! he has you pinned inside the locker room, you can feel his cock straining against his volleyball shorts and it’s pressing to your thighs it makes you moan so loud. he’ll keep teasing you until he makes you admit how much you want him and his cock, HE! MAKES! YOU! BEG! FOR! IT! DEGRADES! YOU! when he’s fucking you so roughly he has his hand around your throat squeezing so nicely that your moans almost turn to squeaks and squeals, and hes like, “god, i fucking hate you” as he thrusts particularly hard and deep you that you start seeing stars and your eyes start to cross together, “i hate you more,” you manage to say, it’s only more of a whisper and a moan but he catches it, so he’s like, “yeah? you hate me huh? that’s pretty hard to believe,” he groans and squeezes on your throat, making you clench so deliciously tightly around him it almost makes him cum right there!!! “say you hate me but you’re creaming around my cock, huh? you like being treated like this?—ah fuck—stop tightening around so much. fuck, you’re dripping,” he groans and he lets out a low chuckle, “how many times have you cum around my cock already?” he asks, so mocking, so condescending because he knows he’s proving you wrong, you dont hate him at all. you want to be defiant and glare at him but he’s really fucked you stupid at this point. he’s watching your fucked out state as he continues to thrust in you, “what? cant talk back anymore? been fucked too stupid you cant even think huh?” and he continues to mutter “hate you, hate you so much,” until he cums inside you and you’re both so spent, the locker room smells like sex and you can’t feel your legs, you’re limp against him and your throat is sore.
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